Xia Qingqian gently closed her eyes, letting him kiss her moist cheeks, her lips slightly moving as she whispered, "Yao, I'm really scared. I'm afraid that being with you will make life uneasy. Will your family really accept my identity?"
"By saying this, are you saying you don't want the children to have a complete family? Just tell me, do you still have feelings for me?" Beitang Yao kissed her trembling eyelashes, "Qian Qian, I've said more than once, this is the relationship I want, and it absolutely won't be influenced by my family, you know?"
"But that's your family; don't you all emphasize being well-matched in social status?" Xia Qingqian was very insecure. Although she had given birth to the Beitang family's bloodline, she still had self-awareness. She shook her head and whispered, "Yao, this is a tradition passed down for five thousand years in China, marrying within your social class is something that can never be changed."
