Nianyang burst into laughter, her clear eyes darting around mischievously, "If I were your parents, I'd probably be furious hearing you say that."
Li Tingyan touched her little head, "Children have their own happiness. I haven't grown up with them since I was young. They didn't take care of my childhood, so they aren't obliged to take care of my future. You're the wife I've chosen. If they don't accept, I just won't go back to that home. After all, they're not the only son."
These words were heartless, but they were Li Tingyan's true thoughts. He was inherently cold-hearted and indifferent. For parents who hadn't given him much affection, he couldn't be very filial, merely fulfilling his duty of care.
But Nianyang was different. Nianyang was the woman he liked, the first to make his heart race, and the first to make him feel warmth and care. Because of this, he could betray the whole world for her.
