The reason for her laughter included her fantasy of decades later.
She imagined Fu Tingyu's appearance after decades. His sideburns were gray, his skin was loose, and he looked old. The smile on her lips deepened.
Xia Yihua was stunned when she saw his face, which was even more handsome than Han Xiao.
Her eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this man Qin Shu's husband?
What a joke.
Qin Shu was not married at all.
She did not know Fu Tingyu, nor did she know his identity. She could guess that he was wealthy just by looking at his clothes. However, he was, after all, a second-generation rich man.
Therefore, it was inevitable that Qin Shu was a mistress.
As for marriage, it was a pretense.
