2582: Give up my career for you. (1)

Give up my career for you. (1)

She had never heard him mention a bad day at work.1

Still, the woman was not naïve enough to assume that everything would always go smooth-sailing in the fiercely competitive commercial arena, which was full of deceits and deceptions, yet he had neither complained about it nor mentioned anything to her—not even a single word.

What about her, though?

She had been emanating negative energy almost constantly, seemingly thinking that she had worked for her hard-earned money, citing it as a source of pride and a rightfully deserved reward!

She pegged herself as independent, but it was only at this moment that she realized just how much she had been relying on him all this time.

She would always talk to him when she was having a bad day at work.

No matter how big the grievance or the challenge was to her, he was always there to fix everything for her at the drop of a hat like god.

Come to think of it; before him, she had stubbornly believed that she had worked hard to support herself, but what was the reality in fact?

If the two of them had their respective careers, then who would be the one to keep the family going?

Her so-called insecurity was no more than selfishness.

She had selfishly pursued her interests and justified her stand with moral hypocrisy. She took what he gave her for granted and selfishly labeled it as him trapping her like a bird in a cage when, in fact, he was just holding up the sky for her.

On the other hand, she was so dependent on him.

She suddenly felt very guilty, and seeing his tired look now, her heart was filled with even more pangs of ache.

He was so busy with work, but it was only to give her the best life.

This was his way of expressing his love, so why could she not just accept it?

It might not be a birthright for a man to support a woman, but if he was willing to do everything for her, then why could she not openly accept it?

In her heart, she was thinking that, since she was so dependent on him, right down to her bones, then why should she not just rely on him completely?

She needed him, and in return, he needed her dependency.

He needed her company, especially when he got tired from overworking, even if she just silently kept him company, without the negative energy of showbiz and such messy trivialities.

Thinking about this, she could not help feeling reluctant to confide in him those unpleasant things that had happened earlier tonight when the man was already so exhausted.

On the one hand, she had imposed on herself the requirement to be self-sustaining; on the other hand, she would turn to him for his resources, his contacts, and his ability whenever she encountered any trouble.

Was this not a double-standard in disguise?

Inwardly, she made up her mind to put aside the matter on Gao Nan. She could handle this by herself.

She would put this upfront with her bestie so that the latter would give up that playboy for good and reseek her happiness.

At the thought of this, the actress suddenly leaned over slightly, circled his shoulders with her arms, and sighed. "It's nothing."

Her husband gave her an odd look. "You appear to be rather preoccupied; there's obviously something."

"It's nothing much, really," she retorted petulantly.

He took her by the waist and sat her in his arms. After gently pecking her tender ruddy lips, he whispered softly, "You can tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, it's like this…" she asked testingly. "Can I recognize Hua Jin as my brother?"

The man mulled it over for a while. "Hmm… If it's just a younger brother…"

As he spoke, he cast her a meaningful look.

She immediately raised her hands in surrender. "Please, don't think too much. Why do you always get jealous of everyone?"

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