Su Qi didn't appreciate what Jingyue said. What did she mean, a bachelor? Her husband had a wife as beautiful as her; countless people were probably envious of him.
How could he be called a bachelor?
Besides, she was still alive and well.
She couldn't bear to die. As long as Jiang Zuo was still around, she would strive to keep living.
She didn't want Jiang Zuo to marry another woman, so she had to stay by his side. If she saw even a hint of a rival, she would shut it down immediately.
Just the two of them was perfect—happy and blissful.
Su Qi was filled with joy. She felt exceptionally happy.
And deeply content.
"Alright, stop grinning like an idiot. You look like a love-struck teenage girl, and you're a woman who could become a mother any day now," Jingyue said grouchily.
Su Qi had far too rosy a view of her husband.
Jingyue wasn't nearly as optimistic. People's hearts were fickle. Her junior sister was so naive, but there was no guarantee he was as devoted as she was.
