He could not be willful. He had to consider the Ye family.
As the head of the family, he bore a heavy responsibility.
Ye Tang sighed. "I see. Then, Uncle, why did you marry Aunt back then? I heard from Grandma that there was clearly a more suitable candidate, but you insisted on marrying her as if you were possessed."
Zhao Lan was a girl from a mountain village and did not have a high education level.
Her looks were alright, but they were far from meeting the standards of being the wife of the Ye family. Her character was also very bad.
If Ye Heng had not coincidentally met Zhao Lan, the two of them would never have crossed paths in their lives, let alone get married.
There was a trace of grievance in Ye Heng's eyes as he slowly said, "I've been cursed. When I see Zhao Lan, I can't help but be attracted to her. I hate other women."
Only when he faced Zhao Lan would he feel moved.