Because the father loved the mother, he worked hard to earn money so that the mother would have the confidence to spend lavishly.
The mother loved the father just as much, which is why she flaunted her wealth in front of others, displaying expensive furs, bags, jewelry, and a walk-in closet large enough to fit an entire 100-story building.
They are proving to everyone their love for each other in another way.
The only problem is the lack of each other's company; the same applies to him.
Even as a little boy, he felt that the He family was so big that it would take his parents to fill it up.
Every year, whether it's the Spring Festival or his birthday, he stays in his empty house, with only the housekeeper keeping him company and conveying his parents' instructions and blessings.
People who are not good at speaking will also speak awkwardly.
It's just the same few sentences over and over again, and he's gotten used to hearing them.
"And then what?"
Jiang Mian asked him.
"Later I got smarter," He Yubai said, a sly glint in his eyes. "Since they weren't home anyway, it was no fun for me to stay in such a big house all by myself, so I just started traveling all over the country."
Listening to his words, Jiang Mian seemed to recall a line she had read in a novel: If you can't have love, then have lots of money.
It seems absurd, yet it is excessively rational.
However, the protagonist of the novel was facing romantic love, while He Yubai was facing familial love.
Feelings are such an interesting thing; they seem replaceable, yet they are impeccable.
The wind was gentle that night, stirring a smile in He Yubai's eyes.
Jiang Mian said softly, "That sounds pretty good too."
I think so too.
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