Almost everything in the room had been smashed. Liang Yongmei sat on the sofa, and after venting her anger, she was actually calm.
Her company was going to fall, her family was unreliable, and even her husband, who she had been so devoted to, had an affair.
Perhaps all the tragic things in life had fallen on her.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a little disheartened.
What had she been struggling for all these years? was it all for the sake of being all alone and being deserted by her loved ones?
If she hadn't insisted on marrying li Zhaoji back then and had followed her father's wishes to marry a man of equal social standing, would the outcome have been different?
Back then, she had pursued love because she didn't like the romantic affairs of the rich men. She thought that if she chose a man she loved, her husband wouldn't lose to anyone in this aspect. After all, she, Liang Yongmei, was capable and didn't need to rely on her husband to support her.
