"Let go of me first," Ruan Jingliu softly said, without the anger from before. Qin Yuanfeng laughed, kissed her on the face several times, then released her, holding her up: "Are you dissatisfied? Then I'll tell them to rearrange everything."
"There's no need." Ruan Jingliu looked at him: "I won't marry you." Back then, when she went to the Zhang Mansion, it wasn't for love. She hadn't even met Mr. Zhang, and the words they spoke after the marriage didn't exceed ten sentences. Soon after, she became a widow. But these things are not important because she doesn't care about them. Her life demands are few, and love is definitely not one of them.
Qin Yuanfeng was taken aback: "Why?"
