Zijun Tang clearly wasn't visiting this place for the first time, but it was her first time dining out alone with this man. Suddenly, she found herself wondering, if time could turn back and she was once again standing outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, how would she choose?
She had no choice, because she couldn't go against her grandfather's wishes!
But what about Su Sheng? Why would he accept such a nominal marriage? Was it for money?
Perhaps she had thought so before, but now, giving it more thought, it didn't seem all that certain, and she felt a bit bewildered.
Su Sheng was not completely devoid of economic means, a villa and that Land Rover, which to the average person, would be enough to live a comfortable life.
This man indeed didn't have much in savings, she provided a million a month for household expenses, yet this man never wore the clothes she bought for him. The only pair of shoes he had worn was still a frequent topic of his conversation.
