In her late thirties, Zhuang Mingwei was so hurt by her emotions that she became physically and mentally exhausted. From then on, she looked down on life, death and love and only wanted to pursue a career.
Her best friend laughed that she was a rich woman and she might consider raising a little wolfdog in the future.
Zhuang Mingwei drank all the wine in her glass and waved her hand to refuse: "How can I not imagine raising a son and training a little girl's boyfriend? Isn't it bad for a single nobleman?"
Xu Tangzhou: "No! I kissed you and you must be responsible."
Zhuang Mingwei: "Don't be responsible and don't make appointments, just take care of your kidneys and not your heart."
Xu Tangzhou: "That's not okay. If you sleep in my bed, you are mine. If your kidneys go straight to your heart, I will bear the responsibility."
From then on, there were no peach blossoms blooming around Zhuang Mingwei, only a bowl of sugar porridge.
