"Have you thought clearly? She comes from an ordinary family, do you really want to marry her?" The middle-aged man said in a calm tone, with some consideration.
"She is very rich." Yu Xun answered seriously.
"She worked hard for it herself. If she really marries into the family, aren't you afraid that others will talk behind her back and wrong her?"
Yu Xun suddenly raised his lips, with a cool smile and a hint of quiet cunning:
"That's not easy. Wouldn't it be nice if you gave her a legitimate identity?"
The middle-aged man was startled: "?"
Since then, whenever Mr. Yu attended a banquet or dinner, he would smile and say to everyone:
"Jian Yi's child is the daughter of my old friend. I watched her grow up."
