This Life I’ve Heard

Wen Tingli said nonchalantly, “My aspirations have never changed: fame, fortune, and handsome, obedient men…”

“Has Lu Shicheng ever heard you say these things?” Meng Qiguang asked with a hint of sarcasm. “The young master of the prestigious Lu family of Nanyang, would he be pleased to know that in your heart, he’s just a ‘handsome, obedient’ man?”

Wen Tingli raised her eyebrows, “He doesn’t mind these things, he’s not like you.”

“Is that so? If he understands you so well, why did you two break up?”

Wen Tingli stubbornly looked out the window, remaining silent.

The amusement in Meng Qiguang’s eyes deepened, “Wen Tingli, don’t you understand? Lu Shicheng is too young, too idealistic. He has a purity of spirit, so he simply can’t tolerate your deceit. You and I are the same kind of people.”