An Lan looked at Xiao Yihe with cold indifference, feeling incredibly relieved that she had repeatedly refused his marriage proposal back when she had just graduated and was preoccupied with finding a good job. Had she heedlessly accepted his proposal back then, she could see exactly where they would be now.
Xiao Yihe was the kind of person who harbored a hidden male chauvinism, and his heart was smaller than the eye of a needle. He never believed that his own actions were the problem, and just for that reason alone, life with him would have been insufferable.
His so-called tenderness was nothing more than a mask worn before achieving his goals. Once his aims were met, he wouldn't bother to conceal his true nature anymore.