Though it's a marriage of convenience, it is, after all, a legally recognized marriage.
So, she will work hard at it.
The happiness she wants, she will certainly strive to achieve.
Life is just a few decades long; she doesn't want to leave any regrets.
Mrs. Feng awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a somewhat embarrassed smile, "How could it be, Shushu, you're overthinking."
"That's the best possible outcome." She took a sip of water, refreshed her throat, and waved with a smile, "Go on upstairs."
Only then did Mrs. Feng hurriedly head upstairs.
She went straight to the study to find Mr. Feng.
"Honey, what do you think we should do about this?"
In the ashtray lay scattered a dozen cigarette butts.
Mr. Feng frowned deeply, exhaling smoke, his expression heavy, "Looks like we'll have to figure it out ourselves."
Did his words imply he already had a solution?
Mrs. Feng stepped forward, holding onto his arm, "Darling, did you think of a way?"
