CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 568

The man in front laughed when he heard this. "Loving your wife brings good fortune? What nonsense! I don't believe in such superstitions at all! Let me ask you, have you gotten rich? Hahaha."

"The fact that she's not wasting money is already good enough. Expecting to get rich is ridiculous," the man behind said. "We should save money wherever we can. If she weren't pregnant, I wouldn't even be here!"

The men in front and behind Nash seemed to share the same mindset.

"Believe what you want," Nash replied coldly.

He did not agree with their views at all. How extravagant could his wife really be?

They had not complained about these things when they got married. If they did not believe in marriage, why did they get married in the first place?

Seeing Nash's cold expression and realizing he did not agree with them, the men refused to believe Nash was rich at all.

"Don't ignore what we're saying. Just by looking at you, I can tell you've only been married for a short while, still in the honeymoon phase. Wait until you've been married for a year. Then you'll see how important it is to marry a thrifty wife who knows how to manage the household!"

"You're right. Finding a wife who knows how to live frugally is tough. My salary for the month barely covers her expenses!"

Nash retorted, "Maybe you should consider improving your earning capacity."

"How much do you make a month?" The men, irritated, snapped back. "I make $2,000 a month. I lived comfortably alone, but ever since I got married, money has been tight!"

Nash looked at them, growing more serious. "You make $2,000 a month. Your wife spends $1 on snacks. Even if she bought snacks every day for a month, that's just a fraction of your salary. Is that really what you call wasting money?"

"Isn't it still money?" one of the men argued. "It's not like she buys them every day."

"I can smell the smoke on you. You probably go through a pack of cigarettes a day," Nash said coldly. "So your wife spending $1 is wasting money, but you spending $8 a day on cigarettes isn't?"

Their faces soured at his words, unable to refute his point. Trying to prove themselves right, they returned to the earlier topic. "But we earn that money ourselves. Can you really say loving your wife makes you rich? We provide for them, we house them, and we save a little money for the family. Isn't that contributing?"

"Maybe you should focus on increasing your salary first," Nash replied.

"How much do you make?" one of them challenged. "Let's see if you're really better off than us. Are you rich?" Nash's expression remained cold. "I haven't calculated it."

They laughed even harder. "You probably make less than $1,000 a month and don't want to admit it!"

"I don't know my exact assets," Nash replied, deadpan. "I haven't reviewed this month's financial report yet."

They were stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder. "You think you're some big boss? Talking about financial reports and all that. Stop pretending! Sure, you dress well, but what kind of big boss has time to stand in line to buy snacks?"

"My wife loves them," Nash replied simply.

"I don't believe it!"

"Neither do I. Stop pretending!"

The men were clearly annoyed and insulted.

"I'm not pretending for your sake," Nash said dismissively. "If you don't want to buy anything, stop blocking my way!"

"What's with the attitude?"

Nash's words had struck a nerve, and the men were visibly upset, almost ready to start a fight.