Ling Sheng suddenly looked up. When she looked at Su Xiyin, her eyes lit up. The corners of her lips curled up as she smiled calmly. "I don't know either. However, I feel very much at ease with him."
Upon seeing the gentleness in her eyes, Su Xiyin was stunned. Suddenly, she thought of the time when she'd wanted to marry her husband.
This was the first time her father had hit her. He had pointed at her and questioned her. What is good about that old widower? Besides his fortune, what else is there? Our family does not lack money. How old are you? Why do you want to be a stepmother?
She remembered very clearly that this was the first time she had retorted despite always being obedient. Father, I don't know what's good about him either. I only know that if I don't marry him, I'll regret it forever.
