"Jiang Ming." Jiang Yixia cut him off, then rapped him on the head.
Then, in a serious and firm tone, she said, "Let me tell you, even if I forgive him, it will be because of who he is as a person, not because of his money. If I cared about his money, I never would have left him in the first place."
"I'm sorry, Sis. I shouldn't have said those things." Jiang Ming nodded, looking a little aggrieved, and apologized awkwardly.
Jiang Yixia looked at him and sighed. Her tone softened as she said, "You're still young, so there are some things you don't understand. Money is a good thing, but it's not the most important. The same goes for when you look for a partner in the future. You can't just look at whether they have money; you have to see if they're reliable and if their feelings for you are genuine."
"I know, Sis," Jiang Ming muttered, lowering his head.
