Hu Jianjun, a wealthy businessman in the capital, would call his son Hu Tianci to him every birthday and ask: Am I your biological father?
Hu Tianci said respectfully: "You give me a large amount of pocket money every month, give me a villa to live in, buy me a luxury car, love me, care for me and raise me for nineteen years. Aren't you my biological father?"
The old man was very pleased and sent a thick red envelope.
On the eve of the millennium, it was my fiftieth birthday.
After Hu Jianjun gave his son a red envelope, he suddenly said leisurely: My dear Goddess, dad has stayed up until today and just wanted to tell you something. If it's done, it's up to dad, and he will double your pocket money every month.
Hu Tianci's eyes brightened and he said: "Dad has seen someone else. His thoughts are his son's thoughts. There is nothing about money."
Hu Jianjun was very happy when he heard this and said: Dad arranged a baby marriage for you twenty years ago. I was afraid that you would have objections, but I didn't expect you to be so sensible. Now that the agreed twenty years are up, you go to Gujia Village in northern Shaanxi to bring your daughter-in-law back to live with her.
Hu Tianci:...
Hu Jianjun continued: Oh, by the way, there is one little thing I forgot to mention. Your daughter-in-law, Gu Liangyuan, looks a bit complicated.