"Lone Wolf was exceptionally skilled, but... his end was quite tragic. His will specified that half of the insurance money would go to his fiancée, just like mine. That's why when Zeng Rong saw it, he was reminded of the past. Additionally, the love letters you wrote to me, Qian, didn't convey enough sincerity—Mei, I have to criticize you for this. Every time I told you to say a few more words when we chat or to write me a proper letter, you wouldn't. You only gave me those perfunctory lines; anyone could tell they lacked genuine emotion!"
Qian rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm the kind of woman who spouts sweet words? You're lucky I even bothered to write them."
Qian was a woman of action, speaking little but doing much. She rarely clung to Yu Minglang, but the gifts she gave him were always the most expensive. The affection she showed him was never fake, something that hadn't changed from their past lives to the present.
