Actually, as far as Liu Dafeng was concerned, he had always believed this.
Who cared what kind of love it was? As long as the two of you liked each other, wasn't that enough?
Was there really any need to fuss over so much messy nonsense?
So sometimes, whether a person could truly earn the respect of others
depended on whether their attitude toward love was good or not.
If someone went about things in a muddle and had no intention of taking them seriously,
then there was a good chance that person would have no way of earning everyone's respect.
Tieqiu had basically lived like an orphan ever since he was young.
Now that he had finally found someone who loved him, how could he not be happy?
Even if she was a widow, so what?
He still loved her to the point of misery.
He treated her like a genuine treasure.
Whatever she wanted to eat, he bought it for her without the slightest hesitation.
That alone was enough to prove that his attitude was extremely sincere.
Tieqiu said to those people, "Do you need to be here worrying blindly about me?"
"You'd be doing well enough if you could just live your own lives properly. What does this have to do with you?"
"From now on, don't force me to lay hands on you!"
"I may be a kind person, but that doesn't mean I'll just let you bully me. Wouldn't life be completely messed up then?"
"I'm someone of standing, after all. How could I let you lead me around by the nose?"
The tiny shred of dignity Tieqiu had left was, in other people's eyes, completely unnecessary.
Truly powerful people never drew attention by roaring.
What made someone truly powerful was that even without deliberately