Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Hard to Believe You’re Still Thinking of Her
A girl around 20 years old inevitably cannot compare with a woman in her 30s in terms of behavior and handling matters. A decade’s difference is enough to compile an outstanding report of experiences.
The more stable and thoughtful a man is, the more cautious he becomes when choosing a partner.
Being young might equate to vitality, but it’s not suitable for constant companionship.
Living under the same roof, over time, the disparity in thought becomes increasingly apparent.
Just like myself in the dream and Tang Li.
Although Baiyan and Sheng Xia studied different majors in college, there was never a lack of topics between them. After he married Tang Li, their conversations could only revolve around trivial matters like eating and personal chores. Deeper topics, even if he had the desire to share, would cease abruptly because Tang Li couldn’t understand.
Without a profound background, his job at the Ministry of Justice isn’t easy.
Yet, Tang Li fails to understand his struggles and difficulties.
Returning home, changing his shoes, what awaited him was never a warm atmosphere. Tang Li was either cooking or watching TV with Qin Yueru.
At night before sleep, what Tang Li mentioned the most was about Qin Yueru.
Besides that, there was only silence between them.
Later, as the financial situation of the Han family improved, he hired a maid. However, within a week, Tang Li dismissed the maid on her own accord, claiming that the maid wasn’t attentive enough to Qin Yueru.
From then on, his interactions at home with Tang Li dwindled even further.
It was only when Lai Shengxia returned to the country and stood before him once again that he felt revitalized.
This was his true feeling in the dream.
Back at home, lying in bed at night, hearing Tang Li mention Qin Yueru’s health, he didn’t even want to respond. Thinking he was too exhausted and had fallen asleep, Tang Li didn’t continue.
After dinner, when Qin Yueru occasionally asked them to watch TV with her, if Qin Yueru retired to her room early, Jifeng wouldn’t stay in the living room either, but would go to his study until almost midnight before returning to the bedroom.
Han Jifeng sat in his office, fragments of thoughts intermittently surfacing in his mind. Then, he heard himself speak again: “Someone like you might be too high a reach for Tang Li.”
“How considerate of you to think for her.”
Song Baiyan spoke, lifting his left hand from his leg, gesturing towards the sofa: “The first time I met her, she was already this tall. The climate around Mihesha River was humid and hot, she tied her hair into a ponytail, her skin was tanned to a honey color; those eyes looked cunning when she watched people.”
Han Jifeng’s expression was normal, but his mood sank.
He didn’t know that Song Baiyan and Tang Li had such a past connection.
At least in the dream, Tang Li had never mentioned it.
“You graduated from a law university; you probably never saw blood.” Song Baiyan’s tone wasn’t boastful but more of a statement: “I was selected for special forces half a year after serving in the military. In border areas, drug traffickers are rampant, anti-drug operations heavily rely on special forces. Others might only see the bravery of the commandos, but cannot fathom the feeling of life hanging by a thread.”
“I was in the military for several years, killed 43 people in total. Besides the sniper rifle, my most commonly used weapon was a tiger-tooth dagger.”
At this point, Song Baiyan’s deep gaze lingered on Han Jifeng’s face: “Later, during a mission, my team and I were ambushed. My observer was blown to pieces on the spot. I was blasted into the river with gunshot wounds. When I opened my eyes again, besides the opium fields, I saw a curious little face.”