When one person whispered behind her back, Luo Qingli could dismiss it, but whispers turned into chatter when they came from all directions. During the Gu Family's celebration banquet, she knew many spoke behind quiet corners, commenting on how a commoner like her had such good fortune to marry into the Gu Family.
Even the relatives of the Gu Family pointed at her and told her that she, Luo Qingli, had nothing. They suggested that she should step aside and give her place to someone more suitable.
Each time these words were thrown at her, she retorted fiercely.
However, deep down, these words hurt. She was not happy. When she heard these words, she felt heartbroken.
Luo Qingli lay on the bed, wondering what else she could do besides studying seriously every day.
The people below had finally delivered some useful news to Gu Yuying. The man in the picture had been identified.
C City's richest man, Qin Lang, was thirty-three years old this year.
