"With nothing but poverty, how could I enter a world of splendor? With empty pockets, how could I hold a fine woman back?" Xiao Yu sighed softly.
Everyone looked slightly taken aback, and a faint sadness suddenly crept into the cheerful atmosphere.
Young, unsuccessful, and insecure.
That had been Lu Hanzhen's youth.
When he was twenty-five, he met a young woman named Peng Xiaorong. She came from a scholarly family. Even if her family was not wealthy, at least she never had to worry about food or drink. She was also beautiful-a fair-skinned, rich beauty through and through.
At the time, he was destitute, working himself to the bone every day just to keep from starving.
A chance encounter brought them together, and they fell in love.
Although he was poor, he had been cheerful then, not a man of few words. He was very witty and humorous.
Back then, love was simply love. There were not all those materialistic women, gold diggers, two-faced schemers, marriage fraudsters, and so on.
Raised under strict discipline in a home filled with solemnity, Peng Xiaorong was easily drawn to him. They hit it off and became a couple.
Even her parents did not object. Their only requirement was that he treat their daughter well.
To give his girlfriend a good life, Lu Hanzhen worked even harder to earn money.
But after his girlfriend got together with him, she ended up living a hard life instead. She did not want to ask her family for money, afraid of hurting her boyfriend's pride.
On holidays and special occasions, she could not bear to spend money on cake, travel, or new clothes. She could not bear to spend money on anything.
Peng Xiaorong never complained.
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