From a father's perspective, the middle-aged man watched in despair as his daughter took one step after another toward the "abyss."
Lin Qi was absolutely not an outstanding "husband." He had far too many rumored girlfriends and maintained relationships with several women at the same time.
The rumors surrounding Lin Qi could fill an absurdly melodramatic ethical drama of epic length, and he was still constantly "moving forward."
Who knew how many women he would end up with, or who he would marry?
No girl's father would want his daughter to become one of the many "cannon fodder" in Lin Qi's life! But Jenny had already made her decision. The middle-aged man had tried to persuade her, but in the end, he could only silently support her.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. You don't have to worry so much about me."
In the car, Jenny sat in the back seat and watched the street outside constantly change. The middle-aged man was driving, and this wasn't the shabby little car their family owned.
Sera had several cars in her garage: sedans, business travel cars, and off-road vehicles. They were used to deal with different situations.
After moving in together, the middle-aged man stopped driving his own battered secondhand car. None of Sera's cars were cheap; most cost tens of thousands of dollars, and two of the sedans cost well over a hundred thousand.
The soft yet resilient leather seat made Jenny somewhat distracted. Its smooth, comfortable feel was completely different from that of the shabby little car at home.
The cushion on the left rear seat of that shabby little car had split open, and the springs inside had lost their elasticity.
Every time she sat there, it felt as though she were squatting on the floor, giving her