"Little Xuanyuan, isn't your husband quite close with Wan Donglin? Have you checked? Could it be true that Wan Donglin will marry Yan Xixi?"
This was her most concerning issue—somehow, she just didn't want that woman to marry Wan Donglin.
She despised Yan Xixi so much, wishing nothing but misfortune for her. If Yan Xixi were to marry into a wealthy family, it would be an absolute injustice.
Her own son wasn't good enough—what right did Yan Xixi have to marry into wealth?
Zhou Xiaoxuan forced a smile. "I haven't heard about this."
"I heard it from Wan Donglin himself. He said he has proposed to her multiple times. Do families like theirs really marry such women?"
"Auntie, you're overthinking. Donglin's probably just talking big. He's likely just trying to stand up for Yan Xixi. Marry her for real? If he were going to marry her, he wouldn't have kicked her out in the first place."
