Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Luo Zhiyong gritted his teeth, if it weren’t for his own mother, he really wanted to grab her head and smash it against the wall.

Whether it was for the sake of his wife, or because she was his mother, Luo Zhiyong still held back his wrath, turned around, and laid out the unsuitability of the matter to Zhou Yunmei,

"I advise you, don’t think of the matter so simply. To put it harshly, we aren’t even sure if the child in this woman’s belly is Zhiming’s, let alone whether it’s a boy or a girl. Even if we step back and suppose it is a boy, if you bring the child home, are you planning to push Zhiming to divorce Fang Xiu? Do you think Fang Xiu will care for this child, or do you truly believe Zhiming will care for him? In the end, who would raise the child?"

"I..." Zhou Yunmei impulsively wanted to say she would raise it.

"Don’t tell me you will raise him; we are the ones providing for you as it is." Luo Zhiyong saw through her intentions, cutting off her words, "If you really can raise some unknown woman and her child, it seems you have too much money to spend. Then I won’t give you any money for elderly care for now. We will send it when you really cannot move anymore."

"You..." Zhou Yunmei was silenced, but she looked at Luo Zhiyong with a mouth pursed in discontent.

Luo Zhiyong was impatient, looking at her, "Stop beating around the bush. State your position: do you want the money, or the child?"

"What do you mean?"

Luo Zhiyong explained, "Like I said just now, if you want the child, you will have to raise him yourself in the future, and we won’t send any money for elderly care. Moreover, you’ll have to deal with the fact that Fang Xiu and Zhiming might divorce any time, and handle the gossip from the villagers."

"This... should I really make that woman have an abortion?" As Zhou Yunmei considered the multitude of issues involved, she began to waver.