Pei Yan, the prince of Beijing, was cold and aloof. He proposed to me at the age of 47 in public at the age of twenty-nine. No one is optimistic about this marriage with an eighteen-year age difference. But he doesn't know that I own a house and a car, and the alimony from my ex-husband is enough to squander for three lifetimes. After we got married, my husband pestered me every night, until one day he threw the report sheet on the table: "Honey, did I update early? It was only five times last night, and you said no." I adjusted my reading glasses and made him a cup of wolfberry tea: "Be good, Mom said you should keep in good health at this age."
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