Gu Mingxuan had originally wanted to seek advice from Ye Mingjie, but who would have thought the latter would pour out his grievances until evening, going on and on about how miserable life after marriage was.
Take Ai Wenjun, for example, that icy, gorgeous beauty.
She was different from Su Baizhou, who had once seemed cold on the outside but warm within.
That woman was genuinely aloof, cold from her appearance all the way to her heart.
Ye Mingjie himself had no idea how he had managed to fall in love with a woman like that, much less have a daughter with her.
But after getting married, Ye Mingjie had truly been living in utter misery, which reminded Gu Mingxuan of his own father, Gu Ransheng.
Thinking about it carefully, Chen Shaoman's personality was strong enough too, but compared to Ai Wenjun, she was still nowhere close.
Seeing that it had already gotten dark and Ye Mingjie was still complaining to him, Gu Mingxuan promptly declined his request to continue telling stories and prepared to leave.
This had simply been a waste of an entire afternoon.
"Enough, Old Ye. A little hardship is just a little hardship. Your wife is a diva. Other people would struggle to even meet her once, yet you got to marry her and bring her home. Your ancestral graves must be smoking. I'm heading out."
Gu Mingxuan left the office and found the assistant at the door already asleep on the floor.
Hearing movement, the assistant hurriedly got to his feet. "Ye... President Ye."
"Take another look. Who am I?" Gu Mingxuan raised an eyebrow.
"Ah? I'm sorry, President Gu."
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat from fright.
But Gu Mingxuan did not blame him. After all, he and Old Ye had indeed