Catherine held Lin Qi in her arms.
She actually loved holding Lin Qi. Deep down, or rather, when their story had first begun, she had always been the one in control.
She had snatched Lin Qi away from a whole crowd of whores and supported everything he did, including the unrealistic dreams he had back then.
She worked, made money, and supported the family, giving Lin Qi more time to let his thoughts wander, though in her eyes, that was just daydreaming.
But... if Lin Qi had not succeeded, then he would have been nothing more than a daydreamer.
Yet he had succeeded—unprecedentedly, spectacularly. That was what his freewheeling thoughts had been before success, a state and a thing everyone envied!
People never measured whether something you had done was meaningful, right, or wrong by asking, "What did you do?" They only cared whether, after you had done it, it was worthy of their respect.
If you succeeded after doing those things, then no matter what you had done, it was meaningful and correct.
But if you did not succeed, you became a negative example, a foolish failure.
A model sued a rich man for insulting her. The evidence was complete, yet the model not only received an astronomical fine but was also sentenced to prison.
The court's final verdict was that the rich man had accidentally fallen down, happened to be in the middle of a sexual impulse, and, by an incredible coincidence, had hit the target perfectly!
What about his pants and underwear? Everyone knew that things with streamlined shapes had a certain chance of getting pushed inside.
As for the genetic residue?
A doctor testified that the rich man suffered from a difficult-to-describe illness and needed only one second to complete the reproductive process.
Because the model