Li Qingming knew his mother would scold him.

"Mom, it's my fault. Scold me all you want, but after you're done, go and help me propose marriage." Li Qingming turned around and went to his room to take out the money he had saved and put it on the table. "Mom, this is my savings. It's a total of more than 5,500 yuan, all of which are allowances and wages from over the years."

Li Qingming joined the army at a very young age, and he saved all his money himself.

He used to send money home, but Zhang Hehua said she didn't want his money; she wanted him to save it for his future marriage.

Li Qingming originally planned to take his beloved home to meet his parents during the Chinese New Year and then get married.

As a result, Luo Miaomiao was murdered, and his money was never touched.

Zhang Hehua looked at Li Qingming, unable to bring herself to curse him, and unwilling to pay attention to her son.

"Mom, Miaomiao committed suicide because she couldn't accept the humiliation. I'm sorry to Comrade Xia Xiaoli. I should take responsibility. Please!" Li Qingming didn't want such a thing to happen to anyone else.

He hated himself, feeling useless, wondering why he had trusted others so easily.

"Qingming, are you sure you can bring happiness to someone?" Zhang Hehua stared at Li Qingming. "You're just like your father, indecisive!"

Li Qingming promised, "Mom, if Comrade Xia Xiaoli marries me, I will not let her suffer the slightest grievance."

"Is this all? Just like your father, you have someone else in your heart and married another woman?" Zhang Hehua stared at Li Qingming and questioned him.

Li Qingming, however, did not know how to respond to this question.