When Song Xiaotian had first gotten together with Pan Xiaorou, he had been very resistant to her.
To be precise, he had minded that Pan Xiaorou had been married before.
He had even planned to break up with her over it.
Later, after his family gave him a scolding, something had suddenly clicked.
If he had been forced to accept Pan Xiaorou, he couldn't possibly have gone around calling her his wife every day the way he did now.
So deep down, he must have liked Pan Xiaorou all along.
But if he liked her, why had he acted that way back then?
Meng Yifan and I had never been able to figure it out. Once things were going well between them, we hadn't felt right asking again.
"I wouldn't exactly call it resistance."
Song Xiaotian gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I know I'm always bad-mouthing my dad behind his back, but growing up, aside from training and matters of principle, he wasn't all that hard on me. He never demanded that I get great grades or be as outstanding as someone else."
"After I grew up, I always wanted to prove myself to him. Then I became a cop, earned a lot of commendations, and won a lot of medals. Although my colleagues all thought I wasn't a competent cop, I always believed I was better than them, smarter than them, and more capable than them."
"Then I met Xiao Rou. I could tell she wanted to be with me, and that she was serious about it."
"Back then, I was still arrogant and felt superior. I always thought I was outstanding, and I couldn't get over the fact that she'd been married before."
As he spoke, Song Xiaotian lowered his head in shame. "I was young, full of youthful