Chapter 2

Chapter 2

From that day on, she moved out of the dormitory, and after that, she almost stopped interacting with me.

I didn’t really take it to heart.

Some people said I was immoral, others said it about Jiang Sizhu.

I still don’t understand. She said Pei Lu’s pursuit was a nuisance to her, she said she didn’t want it.

So if I wanted it, why did she get angry?

If she’s angry, let her be angry. But cursing at people, I can’t tolerate that.

Occasionally I’d hear about her being with her boyfriend. Some said they were a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Online, some even shipped her and that senior from the department.

As for me, my contact with Pei Lu actually increased.

He wasn’t good at expressing emotions, but his manners were impeccable and his behavior restrained. He soon became a hot topic on the campus forum.

I became the presence beside him, and rumors spread like wild weeds.

But I didn’t care.

I knew from the very beginning what I wanted.

On the wedding day, Pei Lu arrived at the last moment, dressed in a tailored suit, standing before me.

As if a machine that had just been calibrated, precise and flawless.

The wedding was grand. On the guest list, I couldn’t recognize the names of a third of them.

I smiled appropriately, graceful in posture. In every camera shot, I was beyond reproach.

I also don’t know how he convinced his parents to agree to marry me.

No wealthy family alliance, no matching social status. His parents were also very cultured people.

The disdain and contempt I had imagined never came. They gave us the most sincere blessing:

“I hope you two can support each other in the future, and properly manage this marriage and your own lives.”

After marriage, I lived very comfortably.

Pei Lu really had money.

How much money? His companies were spread across the globe. He traveled by private jet, and his contracts were worth hundreds of millions.

Marrying him was the shrewdest decision I ever made.

He didn’t understand romance, and he didn’t understand me.

He wouldn’t write me love letters, wouldn’t call late at night to say he missed me. Even on Valentine’s Day, he only had his assistant send flowers.

He was a typical “Old Cadre” husband: calm, self-disciplined, and boring.

Perhaps the passion and excitement he once had were all spent on Jiang Sizhu.

Being with him, it’s like I married a money-making machine.

“Your husband is away again? What’s the use of having so much money if he’s never home? How lonely you must be!”

Su Yifang was a friend I grew up with from childhood, but we saw less of each other after I got married.

As soon as she came, she felt sorry for me, thinking my husband spent too little time with me.

I didn’t agree. I took her onto the private jet.

How could I be lonely? The world is so big. I have to thank my husband for working so hard to make money so that I have the chance to see it.

All over the world, as long as I want, I can enjoy the most luxurious treatment.

Lonely?

How could I?