Rebirth of Warm Jade and Warm Coolness

There is a kind of woman in the world who doesn't know how to charm a city or a country if she doesn't smile. No one knows what ten years means to a seventeen-year-old girl. Those are the first years of dream-making, which can give birth to unlimited hope. You can get married and have children, you can have a successful career, but you can't be so gentle and unchanging to the point of staggering. Ten years ago, she lived in this luxurious villa alone and empty-handed. From then on, her life was settled, gentle and submissive, loving the man who supported her wholeheartedly, and working hard to support his two-year-old son. The good days passed by like water, and ten years passed by. Except for the increasing wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the growing height of the child, everything was exactly the same as in previous years. Yes. Exactly the same. His nine-to-five life and his occasional lovers were painted as usual. Every stroke was a bloody knife in her heart. However, what qualifications does she have? Compared with those women, the difference between her and those women is nothing more than a new soldier and an old soldier. It's rare that he can keep her, something that should have been a yesterday's flower, until now. Maybe you really need a nanny to look after your children. After all, she raised the child with her own hands, and he is very close to her. No, not possible. Ten years of getting along, ten years of love, every move he made, every expression he made, she clearly remembered. She held it in her heart like a bright mirror, so she understood him well enough. With such a pyramid-top family background, such handsome and exquisite appearance, and such a domineering personality, how could he know the word love and how to write it? She spent ten years of youth and dreams to finally get such an answer. She felt heartbroken inside and had a gentle smile on her lips.