"Mom, should I really make the call?" Shen Jiahui awkwardly asked, her face blushing with shyness.
Xu Xiuqin pulled her daughter to the corner of the hospital and said one word: "Call!" She continued, "Such good news, how can you not tell him early? He'll surely be overjoyed when he hears it, and if it's a son, his family will definitely be even happier than him. Moreover, the elders consider future inheritance, and the first condition is certainly to have a son."
Son, son.
The unchanging truth among Chinese people.
Only a son can carry on the family line.
Shen Jiahui touched her not-so-big belly, one hundred percent sure that what she carried was definitely a son. Only a son could rescue her from her impoverished status and future.
She couldn't study, couldn't make money, didn't want to do hard labor, so selling herself was the only option. Plus, entering the world of the rich without having to sell her body in a specific venue felt like a pie falling from the sky to her.
