"Mr. Jiang, I..."
Yu Fei struggled to express herself. She wasn't someone who was bad at expressing herself.
Nor was she the type of person who became so nervous in front of someone she liked that she couldn't get a word out.
It was just that she always felt there was an enormous gap between her status and his.
Countless times, her mind had told her, Don't overthink it. What kind of person is Mr. Jiang, and what kind of person are you? The two of you could never possibly have a future.
Besides, Mr. Jiang already had a girlfriend.
But liking someone couldn't be hidden, nor could it be denied to oneself.
Instead of making her continue, Jiang Siming asked with a smile, "But I'm a scumbag. Didn't you see the news a while back?"
Yu Fei shook her head firmly and said stubbornly, "No, you're not."
Then Yu Fei added, "In my heart, you're better than any other man. You dared to confess everything in front of tens of millions of people without fearing the gossip of the world. That proves you value love more than anyone else. The importance you place on the person you love far surpasses your reputation, status, and wealth."
Jiang Siming hadn't expected Yu Fei to say something like that, and he was completely moved.
Aside from his wives, Yu Fei might have been the first person to speak about his inner world.
He suddenly remembered a line from Tang Bohu's poem: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy; I laugh at them for not seeing through."
The opinions of others had never been something Jiang Siming cared about.
He only knew one thing!
If one day,
he had to compare his wealth, power, status, and even cultivation
with the person he