Demon Lord 3

Of course, he did not spend the money he got from his adoptive father, nor did he think about sharing it with everyone. After all, he knew that a lot of the money from his adoptive father would be needed in the future. Besides, there was no use for him to hold the money before. We are now eating and drinking with his adoptive father, so there is no need to spend a lot of money there. In the end, he asked us to hand over the money to his parents. No matter what, we have to buy a decent house. Even if we hide our identities, it can't be too far from the previous life. Although our family was not so rich before, at least we have a decent house. If we don't even have a house, then this This life was over. After the negotiations were finally settled, his adoptive father accepted him, much the same as in his previous life. He spoke passionately. Seeing this child's potential, his father simply accepted him. Perhaps he said this was the beginning of a true life, perhaps this was what a person needed to do. He didn't understand what the consequences would be if he didn't, but he knew deeply that if he did, he would reap all the benefits. He wanted to prevent his parents from being caught up in the vortex, to allow his younger brother to thrive, to ensure that his future efforts would not be in vain, and to ensure that there would be someone to inherit his adoptive father's estate. He kept patching up the broken pieces, as if he wanted everyone to live the life they wanted. He said that if he hadn't met his adoptive father in this life, if he hadn't become a warlord, he would never have met that young lady. If it weren't for this political marriage, perhaps he and that girl would never have met. I asked him if this was necessarily a political marriage. If not, perhaps they would have truly fallen in love. He shook his head and said that if that was the case, it would be even more impossible for him to catch up with his beloved. Perhaps he should have understood this truth in his previous life, but he still didn't understand it at the time. But now if he had to do it again, he still had to have a political marriage. Otherwise, with his own efforts, he would never be able to be with the eldest lady in his life. Besides, she was so rich and powerful, and it was not only his adoptive father's family who could associate with her. So if he didn't take advantage of his adoptive father, he would have no chance in the future. After all, the ladies of big families could stay single for their whole lives, or marry people of equal status for their whole lives, but they would never marry the love of their lives. Perhaps they had found their love, but not now. He would use another method to slowly warm her heart. In the evening, Wen Qihua also walked a long way. I asked him what he was doing. He took out a bottle of wine and drank it slowly. He told me about the pain in his heart. He had not done anything that he thought was wrong over the years, but every step was wrong, especially when he hated someone. In addition to hating the human traffickers, he actually hated another person. Perhaps hating the human traffickers was not as hateful as hating that person. I asked curiously who that person was. He said that he was a rival in love. At that time, when he had no father, no mother, and no relatives, all he wanted was to find a lover to marry. After getting married, he had no children and had never been together because he was busy with work, so he missed it. Once when he went out, he heard a few people whispering that his lover was getting along well with a doctor and they had a close relationship. He said he was devastated. After all, he hadn't touched his wife in all those years because he respected their childlessness. He also respected everything about his wife, yet she was so close to someone else, chatting and laughing with him. He might never see her again in his life. In the end, he never won her heart. They were only together to continue their family line. At the time, he didn't know whether he truly loved her or was just doing it for his own selfish desires. But thinking about it carefully, he realized that maybe he did love her. Love might be respecting the respect he had shown her in the past, a love that he could express. But his wife could never understand it. The doctor might be more interesting than him, but he could run towards his wife with passion. If it hadn't started like this, then maybe there could have been a different ending? I asked him what kind of ending he wanted, and he gave me another one: that he and his wife were childhood sweethearts, and that he and his wife loved each other even more.