"Mr. Sheng, please don't blame yourself. Jiaojiao has never blamed you. We're doing very well now, really well."
When Su Shuochi saw Mr. Sheng starting to blame himself again, he quickly reassured him. He genuinely felt that things were for the best.
'If things hadn't turned out this way, how would he and his wife have ever met? It was all fate's design.'
Hearing Su Shuochi's words, Mr. Sheng's mood improved considerably. He had always been fond of Su Shuochi.
Now, he was his adopted son-in-law. And though he was disabled, he had become more articulate and even more handsome than before.
"Shuo Ci, I can see that you're doing very well for yourself now. From now on, you must treasure Jiaojiao. She's a good kid."
"Don't you worry, Mr. Sheng. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have married Jiaojiao. I'll treat her well for the rest of my life.
I wouldn't be the man I am today if it weren't for her. I know to be grateful, and I know how good she is."
