J City, J City Hospital.
Li Beinan followed behind Tang Tian as they both walked into the ward.
Once inside, Tang Tian asked Cui Xiaoman to leave.
Although Cui Xiaoman was reluctant, she had no choice but to leave the ward.
Seeing Tang Xiaorou lying in bed, her face pale and almost devoid of color, Tang Tian felt a pang in his heart.
But he knew that everything he was doing was for Tang Xiaorou's good.
Marrying a poor man was destined to be meaningless; it would only add to life's frustrations.
On the contrary, marrying a rich man, even without love, at least came with money.
Yes, at least there was money, which could buy anything desired.
Love is hard to find; that's an unchangeable fact.
In this fast-paced era, hasty marriages and divorces are everywhere.
Who cares about anyone?
Only money is eternal.
How to ease worries?
Only by getting rich quickly.
Tang Tian was just a father, Tang Xiaorou's father.
He was never some kind of saint.
