Wan Donglin was very serious. "Mom, there's one thing you might not know."
"What?"
"Finding a wife is not like finding a subordinate, nor is it like finding a partner!"
"..."
"If all I needed was a woman who could help me in my career, wouldn't Zhou Ting suffice? Are there few such women in our circles? Why seek far and wide for something readily available?"
In this world, countless women are assiduously preparing themselves to marry into wealthy families and become young mistresses. To achieve this, they cultivate themselves into shrewd, calculating figures, deeply Machiavellian, believing themselves versatile and exceptionally competent. Little do they know, they've probably watched too many soap operas. If the requirements for a wife were truly this low, it would be better to hire several professional managers instead.
His mother and sister both stared at him.
"A wife is a wife, not a coworker!" Wan Donglin stated firmly.
