Xiao Yu drew a deep breath.
He continued delving into Xia Rong's past.
That sweet, loving scene had taken place when they were twenty-five.
They had been newly married then, and had made the purest of promises.
After getting married, the young couple had been very happy, and soon had a child.
But because their living conditions were not very good, both Xia Rong and He Xue had to work hard.
Back then, Xia Rong had been a salesman, not some rich heir or young nobleman. He had been a penniless salesman with nothing to his name.
Back then, He Xue had not been some fair-skinned, wealthy beauty either. She had just been an ordinary girl next door, working as a supermarket stock clerk, managing the storeroom and occasionally filling in as a cashier during busy holidays. She had effectively done two jobs for one salary, but in those days, having a steady job had been good enough. There had been little room to be picky.
At that moment, Xiao Yu did not understand how Xia Rong had come to start his own business.
Because at twenty-five, Xia Rong had never even considered quitting his job to start a business. He had only one thought in his head: work hard, earn money to support his family, and do his best to raise his child. Going into business was too risky. He had neither dared nor thought to try.
He had worked like that for five years. In the blink of an eye, the loving young couple had begun entering middle age at thirty.
The sweetness and affection in their lives had been replaced by everyday necessities, and they had been battered over and over by the pressures of society and life. Their child had also claimed the love they had