"Xixi, I've never once thought about hiding you away!"
It took her quite some time before she slowly said, "Your mother will not accept me."
That was a statement, not speculation.
Mrs. Huang had an extremely poor initial impression of her and was well aware of her past with Wan Donglin. In Mrs. Huang's eyes, Yan Xixi was already less than a cockroach—impoverished to the point of bleeding and desperate to sponge off her son.
Back in the day, Huang Xiaojue was just a regional manager, yet to Mrs. Huang, the gulf between him and someone like Yan Xixi was already like that between a Prince and a commoner.
And now, Huang Xiaojue's status had improved significantly. In Mrs. Huang's eyes, he was undoubtedly an unparalleled diamond bachelor. Could she possibly let her son, so flawless and perfect, marry a woman like Yan Xixi?
It was bad enough for a man to know one's past. It was even worse when his parents and relatives also knew. Which ordinary woman could bear that?
