Chen Dahai couldn't understand why. Despite never having any disputes with his wife before, Chen Qianye could simply determine through a bouquet of roses that they were not in love.
The secret he had hidden for more than a decade was exposed so abruptly.
But what she said was true. A marriage of convenience that spanned decades, solely for the sake of family interests. Perhaps, their marriage was a mistake from the start.
Chen Qianye said expressionlessly, "You can't even tell China Roses from Beach Roses. What is it that you love?"
"So what? People who are forced to be together aren't necessarily in love. Do you suggest that everyone behaves unscrupulously like you do, for their own benefit?" Chen Dahai defended, growing more agitated. His fists were clenched tight.
At their status, it was of no significance to talk about love. Now, he somewhat regretted spoiling Chen Qianye into the rebellious person she had become today.