The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 893 You Must Break Up With Your Boyfriend

Tang Qianqian sat down.

The atmosphere of dinner was originally warm and harmonious, but Tang Qianqian felt that the warm yellow lights were a bit scorching.

She ate the rice in her bowl, her heart beating like a rabbit in her chest. Her parents were chatting about the marriage of Aunt Wang's son next door, their words full of clichés about "equal status" and "similar age".

Tang Qianqian took a deep breath, feeling she couldn't delay any longer. She put down her chopsticks and tried to make her voice sound calm and natural: "Dad, Mom, I have something I want to tell you."

"Hmm? What's going on, Qianqian?" Chen Huilan, her mother, looked up at her daughter with concern. "Are you having trouble at work?"

"No," Tang Qianqian bit her lower lip, her eyes evasive, but she eventually met her parents' gaze, "I... I have a boyfriend."

"Oh? Boyfriend?"

Father Tang Jianguo put down his wine glass and showed an expectant smile on his face, "When did it happen? Why haven't I heard you tell me about it? How is he? How old is he? What does he do? Where is his home?" He asked a series of questions with the unique eagerness of a parent.

Chen Huilan also came over, her face full of curiosity: "Yes, yes, Qianqian, tell me quickly, what's the other person's situation? He should be about your age, right?"

Tang Qianqian's heart sank, knowing the crucial moment had arrived. She clenched her fists and whispered, "He's a very kind man, and he's especially caring towards me... He works in design at Yuzheng Group and is very hardworking and ambitious." She paused, as if mustering all her strength, before finally uttering the most sensitive number: "He... he's younger than me."

"How many years younger?" Chen Huilan asked nonchalantly, "A difference of one or two years is normal these days."

"Not just one or two years old..." Tang Qianqian's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in the quiet dining room, "He...he is eight years younger than me."

"Bang!" Tang Jianguo's wine glass slammed heavily onto the table, spilling a few drops of wine. His smile froze instantly, his brow furrowed into a knot, and he stared sharply at his daughter: "What did you say? Eight years younger?!"

Chen Huilan seemed to have had all her strength drained away. She stood there in a daze, and it took her a while to react. Her voice changed tone: "Qianqian! Are you kidding? Eight years younger? He's still a child! You're almost thirty, how old is he? Early twenties?"

"Mom, he's already 23 years old. He's not a child anymore. He's very mature. We are serious!" Tang Qianqian hurriedly explained, her voice rising a few degrees.

"Mature? How can he be mature at 23? Does he understand what life is? What can he give you?" Tang Jianguo slammed the table, making the dishes clink. "Tang Qianqian, I'm telling you, this is absolutely not possible! We don't agree!"

"Dad! Can you please calm down and listen to me? We truly love each other, and age is not a problem!"

"How can it not be a problem? It's a huge problem!" Chen Huilan wiped her eyes and cried, "Qianqian, Mom is doing this for your own good. Women age faster than men. You are eight years older than him. When you are forty and old, he will be in his early thirties, the best time. If he changes his mind by then, what will you do? How can I be at ease?"

"Also, will his family agree? Can his parents accept a daughter-in-law as old as you? What will you say when relatives and friends ask about it in the future? Where will we, the Tang family, put our face?" Tang Jianguo became more and more excited as he spoke, his chest heaving violently.

Tang Qianqian said, "His mother agrees with us, and she also approves of me."

Chen Huilan frowned, "He currently agrees with me and I disagree."

"We truly love each other, not for what others think! What's the big age gap? As long as we can live a happy life together, isn't that enough?" Tang Qianqian also cried anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why can't you understand me for once?"

"Understand? We understand you, but who understands us? We worked so hard to raise you, not to let you degrade yourself like this! You're looking for someone eight years younger than you, are you trying to piss us off to death?" Tang Jianguo pointed at the door. "I'm telling you, Tang Qianqian, either you break up with him, or... or you just don't recognize us as your parents!"

"Dad!" Tang Qianqian looked at her father's resolute face in disbelief, her heart aching as if it were being stabbed by needles.

The warmth at the dinner table was gone, leaving only tense quarrels and suppressed crying.

The warm yellow light was particularly dazzling at this moment, illuminating the family's stalemate and painful faces. Tang Qianqian knew that this war had just begun.

After a moment's silence, she continued to beg.

"Dad, Mom, Zhang Yan is a very good person. She treats me well and is very motivated. Why can't you agree?"

"It's because he is so much younger than you. He is so young, what if he is just playing with you? What about you? You are already at the age to get married, not the time to play around." Tang Jianguo said.

"Mom, you haven't met Zhang Yan yet so you don't know how good he is."

Chen Huilan said, "Whether he is good or not, we all disagree. After all, he is eight years younger than you. This marriage will not last."

"mom……"

"Okay, stop talking. We won't allow you to date a boyfriend who's eight years younger than you. We're doing this for your own good."

Tang Qianqian knew that her parents were very angry, so she didn't say anything else. She decided to wait until they calmed down before talking.

Tang Qianqian slowly stood up and dejectedly returned to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

She didn't know why her parents were so against her dating a boyfriend who was eight years younger than her.

I don’t know how to convince my parents and get them to agree.

He and Zhang Yan have already developed feelings for each other and will not separate easily.

Tang Qianqian sat on the bed in annoyance, and casually grabbed the pillow on the bed and hugged it to her chest.

He muttered, "I have to find a way to get my parents' consent."

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open and my mother walked in.

Tang Qianqian raised her head, "Mom, why did you come in?"

Chen Huilan still had a serious expression on her face. "Qianqian, I'm not saying anything bad about you. Your father and I are doing this for your own good. Think carefully about it and end your relationship with that boyfriend who's eight years younger than you as soon as possible. A short pain is worse than a long one."

"Mom, why do you have to do this? We really love each other."

"I don't want to do that. He's so much younger than you. Do you know what he's thinking? In the end, you'll be the one who gets hurt."

"mom……"

"Okay, reflect on yourself. Anyway, you must break up with that boyfriend."