Ever since her mother, distressed by the father's affair, leapt from a building to her death, Qinghe knew that no amount of power or status could compare to a man who truly loves you, cherishes you, and holds you dear in his heart.
Therefore, she never cared about what those outsiders said about her, or how high society judged her as an oddity, as only she knew whether she was leading a good life.
Even now, those people had nothing good to say—some remarked that her husband was like a toad lusting after a swan's flesh. Others said she was calculative and farsighted with good fortune, that the once-poor student had become an island owner and treated her like a cherished ancestor...
In short, there was a plethora of such gossip. But only she knew that choosing this ordinary yet extraordinary man was the most correct decision of her life. More than twenty years into their marriage, her still-youthful face with scarcely any signs of aging was proof of her contentment.
