The Right Choice

"Do you want to marry him?" Seeing Wei Zhijuan burying her face in the pillow, Bei Xiaolia smiled at her shy expression.

Wei Zhijuan's ears pricked up. She could tell her mother was teasing her. She hesitated for a moment before turning to look at her. "Mom, I'm still injured. Please don't give me any mental torture, okay? Wait until I'm discharged."

"Zhijuan is still lying on the bed and can't move. Xian Yijun only promised to marry her, and you're already so excited. If the others see you, they'll think you want to marry your daughter off quickly and push her out of the family." Wei Chenghao couldn't help but taunt his wife.

Bei Xiaolia rolled her eyes at him. "Being a father is different from being a mother. I'm worried about our daughter's happiness, that's why I ..."