'But on second thought, if their feelings weren't genuine, and he handed his family's assets over to her, what would happen if they broke up one day?'
At that thought, Qin Mei suddenly saw things clearly. It was better to rely on her own efforts than to covet Jie Jingchen's family fortune. That would bring her more peace of mind.
"Jing Si, what's wrong with your wife?" a neighbor asked curiously.
"She's not wearing shoes." Jie Jingchen didn't elaborate.
Qin Mei didn't hide. She graciously greeted, "Auntie."
Seeing that Qin Mei wasn't wearing shoes, the neighbor just smiled and said no more. It was the young couple's business. A simple greeting was enough; prying would only cause resentment.
"Jing Si, Jing Si's wife, you two are so lovey-dovey," Aunt Chen, who was standing next to the neighbor, said sourly.
