Zhao Bo Yan miscalculated on this matter.
In Fu Shilv's eyes, Fu Cai's future husband must be outstanding, but having a simple family background is the most important priority.
Obviously, no matter how hard Zhao Bo Yan tried, it was futile.
Birth is something that cannot be changed.
"What if one day Miss Fu likes me? Mr. Fu, are you planning to tear us apart?"
"Of course, I'd even pluck you clean."
This was giving him a headache.
Sheng Youxia was waiting downstairs. She was still tasked with taking Fu Shilv to the hospital later.
"So, stop going after Caicai. You can shift your focus—there are plenty of women more suitable to be your wife than Caicai. Go find them," she said.
Zhao Bo Yan thought of Fu Cai's face, her smile, her tears, and the way she bit her lips tightly.
There was no way he could let go of her.
Both were smart people. Fu Shilv believed his warning had reached Zhao Bo Yan.