Now that things had come to a head, Fu Tingyu decided to come clean with his mother.
He had planned to tell his parents the news for some time now but procrastinated.
"Mother, I made two pendants. They might look the same but are, in fact, quite different. I gave the other one to my wife."
"Your wife?" The beautiful woman exclaimed, turning to her husband in both shock and delight. "My son has a wife!"
The man's expression remained unchanged. "Could he have snatched her?"
The beautiful woman snorted. "Do you think your son is like you?"
The man replied, "He's a chip off the old block. As they say, like father, like son."
"..." the beautiful woman pretended to ignore her husband's nonchalant response. Softly, she asked, "Son, be honest with me. Did you snatch your wife from someone else?"
