I Am Not A Poor Son In Law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I read the post again. [My oldest son has been lazy and selfish since he was a kid. He got lucky on the SATs, made it into an Ivy League school, and ended up marrying into a wealthy family.] [His wife just had a baby, and he does nothing at his in-laws' house—just coasts along as a stay-at-home husband.] [My precious younger son, though—he's sensible and well-behaved. He just got back from a top university abroad, with perfect manners and upbringing. He's way more deserving of this rich in-law family.]

Chapter 119 My daughter, first of all, I want to apologize sincerely to you for my awkward behavior towards you and your husband. May my interest is not to disturb you but rather to make you leave well in your old days. I have patiently listened to you and your Prince but there Is one thing that was running out in all his conversation. He doesn’t have a family he is just a street buy. He is a pauper someone who could not even afford to pay his school fees. He is an aimless and complete bastard.

"You used to be so outstanding, always in the top three at school. I was in the bottom three. You rejected me, looked down on me. When you entered Halford University, I joined a gang. I still liked you back then. My gang friends laughed at me, saying I wasn't good enough for you. Times have changed. Now I'm the boss of the Royal Entertainment Night Club. My annual salary is two million. My girlfriend is a hostess who makes a million. And you? After graduating from Halford, you're just the president of a small company with a salary of less than 200,000 a year. Your husband is a courier with a salary of a few thousand a month. You can't even afford a Chanel watch! How funny!" He approached her

I say a little irritated —That you're not with my son for love, I know girls who come from the low and I know what they are looking for when they find a boy like my son. - Low? What do you mean ma'am? That I am with your son for his money? - Please! I was not born yesterday —he expresses— and it is better that we make things clear, my son is not going to have a solid future with you, at least not while he lives in this house and I am still alive.

Hence, both of them were slightly convinced. But the problem was they could not afford to be defeated by a live-in son-in-law. Besides, he was a piece of trash. That kind of thing was utterly unacceptable for rich heirs like them.

He stopped acting arrogant and said with a smile, "I agree that your daughter has to marry a good man, but I don't think my incompetent son would be a good match for your daughter." Richard looked at the alcohol beside him as he tried to stay calm. "You've got to be kidding me. Your son is just as remarkable as you. Nobody in the Anderson family is incompetent. You're too humble!"

I love cooking. I remember he told me yesterday that it's not only his family, it's " our family ". They all are filthy rich, like Richie rich type billionaire.And my husband Aiden is on top of young handsome billionaire bachelors. He deserves better than me. His family deserves better than me. They deserve someone who keeps them happy, some happy soul which I'm not. Aiden's pov

I might be embarrassed, but I was proud to be myself. “Sorry, I won’t play any songs for you. Why? Because I can’t play the piano. I don’t come from a wealthy family with plenty of money to take their daughter to music lessons. My mom is just a seamstress with a modest income, so I lived my life as it was. And even though I’ve become Jason Oswald’s legal wife, I married him for love, not for money. I hope you don’t judge people based on their social strata and wealth. Everyone is valuable and appreciated for who they are. Thank you for the party. I’m leaving now. Sorry,” I said as I left them with a confused face. Their mouths and eyes were wide open.

What did I do to deserve so much luck? I'm not accomplished in anything. Can't manage a note on the piano. Real estate is ugly and confusing and cutthroat—I want no part of the family business. I am unforgivably awkward around my mother's friends. I'm not the daughter they were promised by the God of Rich People.

“I am serious. “ “Don’t. “ I say as she comes over to me and sits in my lap. Monica wraps her arms around me and rests her head against mine. “What’s so funny about love?” She asks and I shake my head. “No one’s ever loved me.” I say, ” Not my father who thinks Dominic is the best son you could ever have. Not my mother who decided it was better to bang some poor fuck she knew from high school.” “Poor?” She exclaims, surprised, “I thought your mother divorced your father for a lawyer.” “Yeah,” I nod and Monica frowns. “That’s not someone poor.” “Still,” I say, “he will never be as rich as my father.”