"You're spouting... what nonsense! Brat, let me tell you, don't try to brainwash me, I'm not buying it, I disagree with this! Absolutely not! If you dare to marry her into our family, don't call me Mom ever again!" Mrs. Shen's tone was uncharacteristically firm.
Shen Yao'an leaned back in his chair and chuckled bitterly, "Oh, Mom, I wouldn't have a chance to not call you Mom. She doesn't even fancy me, alright? She's already given me the good guy card! What are you even worrying about here!"
Seeing him so dejected, Mrs. Shen felt a pang of heartache, "That woman is definitely playing hard to get! My son is so handsome and outstanding, which young girl wouldn't like him?"
"Thank you, but could you stop being blindly in awe of me? You see, you've spoiled me so much, I've really become a pampered rich kid. Wouldn't it be great to find someone who can keep me in line?"
