Chapter 757: Chapter 390: We’re Husband and Wife—No Need for Thanks (First Update)
The three-billion-sister thought back to her "bold declarations" during university and found them amusing.
She shrugged and said softly, "Actually, Ryan is good to me and stands up for me in front of his family. Even if he wasn’t from a prominent family, I’d still marry him."
Lawrence Winters listened to this and didn’t know how to react.
Initially, it seemed ordinary, but the more she thought about it, the more it resonated deeply.
How many women, when getting married, simply hope for a man to treat them well and defend them in front of his family...
As long as these two things are met, regardless of wealth, women will marry wholeheartedly.
Unfortunately, men who can achieve both are too rare.
Isn’t life about seeking peace?
But Lawrence Winters wasn’t as sincerely emotional as the three-billion-sister.
She pondered for a moment and said, "My husband needs to treat me well and be good to my family. Whether he defends me in front of his family, I don’t really care."
The three-billion-sister gave her a look as if she was foolish, "...Are you out of your mind? If he can’t stand up for you in front of his family, how can you hold your ground there?"
"I’m not marrying into a wealthy family," Lawrence Winters smiled, turning the juice glass in her hand, "Where’s the in-laws? Ha, even if I get married, my own family always comes first. Anyone who dares to treat my family poorly, I’ll be the first to kick them!"
She boldly downed her juice, as if drinking strong white liquor.
The three-billion-sister laughed at her, but upon reflection, she understood.
The benefits of marrying into a wealthy family go without saying, but ordinary families have their own advantages.
At least mentally, they are equal, without the anxiety of "reaching too high."
The three-billion-sister exerted herself partly due to the fear of being looked down upon by them.
Thinking this way, she felt it was meaningless and leaned back lazily in her chair, saying to Lawrence Winters, "You really woke me up with your words. What am I striving for? Running around half-dead for the Princess’s birthday party. This family has nothing to do with me. No wonder Ryan has been unhappy with me recently, saying I spend more time with his mom than with him."
"Eh? Complaining already, my little apprentice? That’s not good, you need to think carefully, don’t pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelon," Lawrence Winters refilled her juice, filled the three-billion-sister’s glass, and said softly, "People, when they have no desires, can be strong. As long as Ryan has only you in his heart, then you don’t need to feel unworthy of the Sheldon Family."
She looked up at the décor of the room, traces of feng shui adjustments everywhere, and scoffed, "...I really want to see what kind of good wife they’re looking for their heir."
The three-billion-sister knew Ryan was just the second, with the eldest above, who was the one Ryan Sheldon and Autumn Stetford were keenly nurturing.
She clicked her tongue, "That’s right, let’s watch the show. By the way, who did you come with today? I didn’t see Kenneth Osborne."
She glanced at the male guests’ area.
Lawrence Winters suddenly blushed a bit, and murmured, "...He’s not here."
"How did you come then? Did Ryan give you the invitation?" The three-billion-sister was curious, "But you’re his mentor, so him giving you an invitation makes sense."
When the three-billion-sister said this, her voice wasn’t very low.
Lawrence Winters felt that Mrs. Fu sitting beside her glanced her way intentionally or unintentionally.
She could only brace herself and say, "...Not Ryan, I came with Mrs. Fu. She’s the mother of young Fu."
The three-billion-sister uttered a long "Oh," and didn’t continue the topic.
Soon, the waiters began serving the dishes.
Today, the Sheldon Family had chosen a team of international fine-dining chefs.
Eating western food follows a course format, with several plates in front of each person, the dishes served individually in front of each, all the same, one by one.
First, appetizers, typically a salad or fried onion rings in western cuisine.
But the chef offered three appetizers: black caviar dipping with French oysters, matsutake foie gras with sweet white wine, and garlic cream grilled snails.
Lawrence Winters saw these three appetizers, her face darkened.
How many calories will these be?!
Made so enticingly?!
How can those on a diet live?!
This is murder!
As Lawrence Winters cursed in her heart that the chef was a devil tempting crime, she picked up her knife and fork to enjoy the delicious matsutake foie gras, took a sip of sweet white wine, then savored the succulent black caviar dipping with French oysters, and finally forked the snail meat, infused with garlic and cream, from its shell.
