After arriving home at nine o’clock, the question that had haunted him all afternoon still lingered.
They had been getting along well for over a week. Their long-awaited family life was finally taking shape. He was extremely satisfied with the current situation, dating her every day, gradually and carefully pursuing her without frightening her, allowing her to gradually accept him, to not fear him, until they became a compatible couple, where she could rely on him with peace of mind and be cherished by him.
He knew she liked him, but her question still raised a slight uncertainty in his heart. After a long meeting, he retrieved the agreement from Lawyer Wang Li and drove home, preparing to have a serious conversation with her. He would not scare her, but necessary declarations must be made. She needed to understand the difference between gratitude and love, and that she was Tang Hua’s wife, unchangeably so.
Even if his efforts this time were as futile as seven years ago, he did not intend to separate from her or let another woman take the title of Mrs. Tang. Susu must understand this – she would always be his wife.
How could her reaction be different from what Feifan said? Feifan said that men would definitely agree and laugh heartily. But Tang Hua did not; he had no expression at all. Was it because time had passed, or because he could no longer love her?
Tears quietly welled up in her eyes. She felt she had let him down for seven years, causing him to stop loving her. It was her own fault. She was so sad. “Don’t cry! Don’t cry! Susu—”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I no longer have the right to love you! I—”
He stopped her choked apology:
“You haven’t done anything wrong, don’t apologize, don’t cry. I just don’t understand what made you say you love me, and whether you truly understand what loving me means.”
She nodded and mustered her courage to speak her mind.
