After this incident, Qiao Yicheng was beginning to question his life—and himself.
He had never imagined that Ye Xiaolang could be so calculating, so scheming, trying to play her little tricks in front of a group of people who had seen far more of the world.
He knew that everyone had held their tongues only out of consideration for him. Otherwise, Simei alone could have cursed Ye Xiaolang into doubting her life on the spot. Not to mention Wang Yan...
But just as he had said, they were already married, and they had only been married for a little over a month. He had already paid such a price. Though Ye Xiaolang had gone too far, they could still make do for now.
Life was mostly about compromise.
Just like back when their relationship had not yet been settled, Ye Xiaolang had stolen Qiao Yicheng's manuscript. Even then, Qiao Yicheng had already sensed something. But there had ultimately been more good than bad, and he could not bear to let go, so he continued down this path.
Everything had been built on a mistake. Naturally, it would be hard for it to last...
Ye Xiaolang understood Qiao Yicheng's compromise, but she did not understand his persistence. Still, perhaps seeing his reaction, she stopped making trouble. She regretted it a little too.
Because things had not developed as she had imagined. She had thought that after making her demands clear, the Qiao family, including Wang Yan, would show her more goodwill and let her enjoy better conditions.
Instead, it had provoked Qiao Yicheng's resistance. He no longer even went home for small family gatherings, let alone took her along. And when she called Sanli and the others to ask them out shopping or for meals afterward, they politely turned her down.