Facing Tong Zhiyuan's incredulous eyes, for some reason, Hu Qiongfang seemed to suddenly come to her senses.

Now when I think back to those muddled days in the past, I feel ashamed just thinking about them in my head!

She wasted the best and most worthwhile ten years of her youth on a man who probably didn't love her at all and wasn't suitable for her!

I even wanted to remain a widow for the rest of my life for this man!

At this moment, Hu Qiongfang couldn't help but think of what her daughter Jiang Tian had said to her.

Why do women have to live their whole lives according to other people's ideas?

Others think that when a girl reaches a certain age, she should find a man to marry her, no matter who the man is or whether he has any bad habits. It seems that as long as he is a man, it's fine. Why?

Others think that as a widow whose husband has died, she should find another man as soon as possible, no matter whether this man likes to eat, drink, gamble and have sex, whether he is eyeing her property, or whether he has difficult parents. Anyway, she is a widow and does not deserve to find a good man. Why?

Why should she live according to other people's ideas?

Is it true that if everyone thinks something is right, then it must be right?

In an instant, Hu Qiongfang's misty eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

For the first time in her life, she knew exactly what she really wanted.

It was also the first time that disgust and resistance to the secular "conventions" were clearly expressed!

Hu Qiongfang was not very tall. But when she straightened her back, Tong Zhiyuan suddenly realized that Qiongfang was not the weak and delicate little woman he had imagined.

She is like a shining little sun, illuminating Tong Zhiyuan's world.

It also stung his eyes.

Under the dim moonlight, Hu Qiongfang gently but firmly shook her head at Tong Zhiyuan:

"Brother Tong, I don't want to get married. It's not that I don't want to marry you, but I don't want to marry any man."

"You are wrong. Not every woman in this world can't live without a man."

"What's wrong with being a woman? Can't a woman have her own ideals and career?"

"You're right. Tiantian and Chengcheng will grow up sooner or later, get married and have their own families. By then, I will become a lonely old woman."

"Can't an old woman live a lively life by herself? I have so many employees, and there is always a lot of work to do in the store every day. I also want to support those rural girls who have excellent grades but cannot afford to go to school."

"I am always busy with things to do every day. Everything I do makes me happy and makes me feel that I am useful to society."

"So, Brother Tong, I think what you said is wrong."

"Whether a person will feel lonely when he grows old does not depend on whether he has a partner by his side, but on whether he is still useful to society."

"I feel that I will have to make many contributions to society in the future, so I'm sorry, I really don't have time to find another partner..."

After saying that, Hu Qiongfang gave Tong Zhiyuan a confident smile.

Then, like a bright meteor, it passed through Tong Zhiyuan's world.

It only left him with a dreamy, unattainable phantom.

Tong Zhiyuan stood there for a long time, until his legs became numb, and then he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It was not because he was a few years older than her, nor because he had a pair of children to support him, nor because Hu Qiongfang's business was now big and she looked down on him as a small gas station owner.

Sister Qiongfang simply and firmly found her ideal in life.

"Ideal? Does such a thing still exist nowadays?" Tong Zhiyuan sighed heavily.

This betrothal gift is really too expensive.

He thought, there might really not be any other man in this world who could present his "ideal" to Hu Qiongfang as a betrothal gift and grant her half a lifetime of freedom?

While Boss Tong was standing there in a daze, Hu Qiongfang seemed to have her Ren and Du meridians suddenly opened up by a martial arts master, and her whole body was glowing.

When she got home, she saw her son Jiang Cheng lying on a table practicing calligraphy. Hu Qiongfang also took a blank small notebook, sat beside him, and began to practice stroke by stroke.

Jiang Cheng was almost startled.

Is this still his mother who doesn’t like to study?

He was not complaining about his own mother. There were only three people left in his family, and he was the only one who was interested in studying. The other two were less interested in studying than the other.

Whenever his sister mentions going to school, she wants to blow up the school.

His mother was even more amazing. Normally, when she was looking at the account books and doing the accounts, she was full of energy, but when she started reading, she would feel sleepy. Jiang Cheng couldn't help but wonder if the legendary sleepyhead was hidden in the book he gave to his mother.

How come this old poor student suddenly became smart and fell in love with learning?

Not to mention, Hu Qiongfang really wanted to improve her poor handwriting.

At least when signing the contract, it will look a little better.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly resent why my parents gave me a name with so many strokes.

Why Hu Qiongfang? It would be better to just name the three siblings Hu Yi, Hu Er, and Hu San in order of birth!

When it was her turn, there were exactly three strokes, which was much easier to write.

For some reason, every time Hu Qiongfang wrote her name, the left and right sides of the character "Qiong" were either separated directly or one big and one small.

The character "芳" looks simple, but it is not easy to write beautifully.

The grass radical above is either too big or too small.

For the character "方" below, the stroke either flies out directly or is a little smaller, making the whole character appear top-heavy and foot-light.

I just can't stand it no matter how I look at it!

After practicing alone for a while, the confident old student gradually lost his patience.

She grabbed her son and ordered Jiang Cheng: "From today on, you will teach me to write five words every night!"

"Tonight, let's start by practicing the names of our family of three."

Hu Qiongfang did what she said, and from that day on, she really insisted on learning five words with a fountain pen every night.

A year later, when Hu Qiongfang's calligraphy was published, no one dared to believe it, because she was just a rural woman who graduated from elementary school.

Not only did she suddenly become diligent and studious, she also wanted to drag Jiang Tian to study with her.

Jiang Tian was almost dying of pain.

Why does she spend her precious (earning money) time practicing calligraphy?

With this time and the money she earns, she can hire a calligraphy master to write for her, okay?

What's even more desperate is that among their family of three, two are poor students who don't like to study, but she can still lie down and do nothing with a clear conscience.

Now, her mother and her brother are both on their way to becoming top students.

It seems that she is alone and very unsociable...