Lu He nodded and said, "That's probably how it is, you never know."

The more Xia Xiaoli thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was exactly how it was.

“Men understand men best, so when they see other men marrying their own sisters, they have this expression: disgust, dislike, and helplessness, with a cold face.” Xia Xiaoli remembered that for a long time after she married Li Qingming, her older brother always disliked Li Qingming.

"It seems that Political Commissar Fei Ming still has a long way to go to gain Commander Lu's approval," Xia Xiaoli couldn't help but sigh.

Lu He nodded and said, "Yes, but it's okay. We're married now, so there's nothing we can do if they don't approve."

Lu He looked at Xu Feiming with tender, loving eyes, her deep affection evident on her face.

Looking into Lu He's eyes, Xia Xiaoli instantly understood what this was like—this was probably what it meant to lend love.

She turned to look at Li Qingming in the room, who was coaxing several children to bed early.

She patiently spoke to the children, and her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at her daughter. Xia Xiaoli and Li Qingming did not get married for love, but for responsibility. But now it was different. They had fallen in love with each other over time.

She envied Lu He, and at the same time, she envied herself for marrying so well.

My mother-in-law always says that she married a good daughter-in-law, instead of saying that Xia Xiaoli married well.

The mother-in-law, Zhang Hehua, said that she didn't want her daughter-in-law and granddaughter to suffer the same hardships she had endured.

Good people can also influence the next generation.

Half the credit for Li Qingming's good character goes to his mother.