Gong Mo shook her head. "I'm just afraid that you feel upset. They're disdainful of you because they're people who look down on the poor and look up to the rich. But, so long as you're willing to work hard, no one will look down on you no matter where you come from."
He smiled. "That's right. I'll just have to work hard. Does it matter if I'm not the Second Young Master of the Sheng family anymore? They don't want me anyway! I'll fight for my own pride and I won't rely on anyone! As for your pride, leave that to me."
Gong Mo smiled. "That's a lofty aspiration. You'll have to work hard, then. The child will be born next year, so we can't be too poor to afford diapers!"
"You'll have everything so long as you stay with me," comforted Sheng Nanxuan. "You'll have whatever you want. Do you trust me?"
Gong Mo looked at him in a daze, feeling like she had been bewitched by him. From the bottom of her heart, she said, "I trust you."
