Ding Jihan looked at him as if he were an idiot. "You think I would've dared touch any of the goods and money he left behind under those circumstances?"
"With things like that, whoever touches them dies. Unless you have a powerful enough background. Besides, I wouldn't want that dirty money anyway."
"What I need is someone clean, with no enemies behind him, and certainly not a mountain of trouble he can't shake off."
"I need to go find my wife with a clean slate, not drag along a pile of trouble and make her suffer through a life of wandering from place to place with me."
Ding Jihan was proud to his very bones.
He also disdained using such methods.
"Everything I have today, every last bit of it, was earned through my own efforts. I did all this simply so that after finding my wife, I could give her a good life."
"I'll never let my wife spend a single cent of dirty money of unknown origin and soil her hands."
Su Qiao's heart stirred faintly, and she turned her head to look at Ding Jihan.
She hadn't expected this guy to be hiding thoughts like these in his head.
Why does it feel like he's far more upright and kindhearted than I am? Should I be reflecting on myself?
Ding Jihan sensed her gaze and turned to wink playfully at her. "Do you think I'm even cuter now?"
Su Qiao reached out and patted his dog head, smiling proudly. "You are indeed cute."
Ding Shaofeng gradually calmed down, staring at Su Qiao with intense jealousy. "Is she really that important to you?"
He had stayed by Ding Jihan's side for eleven years, yet had never received even the slightest bit of his attention. But a strange woman