"There were many things that day, but all you could do was watch helplessly. Did it have anything to do with you?" Lin Qingmeng retorted.
Tang Siwen replied coldly, "What does it matter if it has nothing to do with me? At least I don't have a useless man like her, and I'm going to marry into a wealthy family. You can't imagine how rich the wealthy are."
Lin Qingmeng had heard Tang Qiulu talk about the dowry—gold jade and cash. It was indeed a very generous dowry, and that person's family must be very wealthy, and Tang Siwen was indeed the most hopeful person in the Tang Family.
"The depths of wealthy families are like the sea, you should know that, right? I think you are just waiting to be a resentful wife," Lin Qingmeng said.
Tang Siwen didn't mind those words at all. She proudly said, "Even if I'm a resentful wife, so what? I'd rather be a resentful wife in a room full of luxury brands than marry a coward."
