How could he spend her silver while also resenting her for neglecting him to earn it?
If he had even a shred of conscience, he wouldn't do such a thing.
Zhao Jing gripped Chen Wanqing's fingers tightly. Chen Wanqing knew his mind was in turmoil.
He was such a proud and aloof young man. In the three years since his father's death, he had shouldered the family's livelihood all on his own.
He had never bowed his head to anyone, yet now he had to accept the reality that she must temporarily leave him, all for the sake of that filthy lucre.
He was burning with passion for her and didn't want to be apart from her for even a moment.
But alas, this was reality.
Chen Wanqing turned her hand over, lacing her fingers with Zhao Jing's.
She could easily read Jing's mind, so of course she knew just the right remedy to lift his spirits again.
