Fu Yubai knew that Luna had long mingled in the socialite circles, a group of women gathering together, their values distorted. They always felt superior, thinking no one could match them.
Now Luna was even talking about Lin Yan.
His impression of Lin Yan wasn't that bad, very gentle yet steady. Being with Lu Chenyuan, the two were mutually accommodating. Why insist on talking about class nonsense? What's the point?
They've been together for so long. Would Lu Chenyuan care about this?
"That's why I married you, matching in social status," Fu Yubai said with a regretful expression. "If it weren't for my family's pressure, we could have taken it slow. I know you didn't want to marry me in such haste, with a weak relationship foundation, forcefully being together."
