"Grandpa, Granny, Dad, Mom, you're all worrying for nothing," Jie Anlin said. "You've seen what Jing Si's wife looks like. Lin Yaru can't compare to her, not in ability and not in looks. Jing Si isn't an idiot. With a goddess for a wife, why would he still be thinking about Lin Yaru?"
'If it were me, I wouldn't trade her for ten Lin Yarus.' Jie Anlin glanced sideways at his wife, suddenly feeling that life was unfair. Jing Si had married a woman as beautiful as a goddess, while his own wife was just average-looking.
'Comparing men is infuriating, but comparing wives makes you want a new one.'
Zhao Hong was beautiful—he wouldn't have married her otherwise. But compared to Qin Mei, she paled in comparison.
Qin Mei touched her cheek and broke into a smile as brilliant as a summer flower. "Are they saying I'm prettier than Lin Yaru?" she murmured.
