Mrs. Lv suddenly leaned back against the pillow behind her, her gaze towards Mr. Gu filled with coldness.
Back then, she was resentful. She had clearly schemed for that shopkeeper; becoming the shopkeeper's wife was her best option at the time. But everything was disrupted when Gu Changqing, a widower with three children, barged into her life.
Mrs. Lv closed her eyes. She used to be resentful, unwilling. But as time went on, she gradually got used to it, used to Gu Changqing, used to the austere days.
Xiao Bao worked so hard just to earn her a title of honor; how could she not be pleased? Even if he still needed to posthumously honor the first wife, that was Xiao Bao's token of affection for her.
Mr. Gu suddenly didn't know what to say. He was naturally aware of the temperament of the second son. The eldest was honest; as long as they lived with him, they wouldn't go hungry as long as he had a bite to eat.
