Seeing Jiang Rouwan fall into deep thought, Qiu Qiu's father rolled his eyes and suddenly hugged her calf tightly again.
"Wan'er, if you don't remarry me, I'll die in front of you! Have you forgotten that at the wedding back then, you promised to love me for the rest of your life? No matter if I lived, died, or was poor, you didn't despise me. Now, you're still hesitating about remarrying me. Have you forgotten your promise? Have you forgotten our marriage vows?"
Yes, she had promised at the wedding that she would not despise her husband, whether he lived, died, or was poor.
But at the same time, hadn't her husband sworn that he wouldn't despise his wife, no matter if she grew old or died?
She only gained a little weight and looked a little haggard. She didn't know how to dress up, but he was already making a fuss about getting a divorce and raising a mistress. Why didn't he say that he'd broken his promise?
