She discovered that her feelings had shifted from merely liking to love—or maybe not entirely love, yet it was more than just liking.
She couldn’t exactly make out what she was feeling, but she knew this man had an increasingly heavy place in her heart.
Was she really going to ask him to give up everything he had worked so hard for, just because of her?
Although the Di Family’s wealth was enough for him to do nothing at all, what he had now represented years of toil and sweat, hardships experienced day and night.
Could he just let go?
Just like if she were asked to give up a job she had committed many years to, invested all her heart and soul, all her youth, and all her time, almost losing sleep night after night.
If she was suddenly asked to let go now, she might not feel reluctance—but there should be some sense of loss, right?
Could it be a sense of loss, or unwillingness, perhaps?
Yet he seemed to yank it away so nonchalantly, rejecting it as if he genuinely didn’t care at all.
Was it because of her?
Di Xiaxia’s throat grew a bit sore; she didn’t want to expand on this topic but equally didn’t want him to let go so easily.
Not because of the power and influence, but because the job represented so many years of his hard work and dedication.
What Di Xiaxia didn’t know was Di Mingzhe really was indifferent; this job was indeed optional for him.
Conversely, Di Mingzhe wasn’t one to easily let go; he was only prepared to have to quit. He believed he could handle it perfectly, and only told Di Xiaxia hoping to put her at ease.
Mostly because he didn’t want her to feel so cautious about their relationship; he preferred her to proclaim proudly to everyone, "My husband is Di Mingzhe."


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