Chapter 21: Beyond What Eyes See

Most of the time, everyone knew they should not observe things only from the surface. After all, something called a “miracle” did exist in this world.

But more often than not, people still trusted their first impression and the first thing their eyes saw.

For a firm with only one hundred dollars in registered capital to rise into a corporate group ... such things were not impossible. But they did not seem likely to happen to a small firm with only one hundred dollars in registered capital.

Her husband’s lack of concern made Vera somewhat unhappy. After all, this was the place where she was about to work. But she did not show it. On the surface, it seemed as if she had accepted her husband’s sarcastic remark.

Some women shouted for equal rights and went bare-chested into the streets, while others still stayed at home and obeyed their husbands.

A little later, after the family had eaten and the child had been coaxed to sleep, Vera washed up and returned to the bedroom in a silk-textured nightgown.

She did not know whether it was because of that young man, but her mood today, and the chemical reactions inside her body, felt somewhat abnormal. Her body temperature was about half a degree higher than at any other time.

Flushed, she half reclined against the headboard, turning sideways to look at her husband, her cheeks burning. She had just stretched out an arm, wanting to greet him, when her husband put the book in his hand onto the nightstand, glanced sideways at her, and lay down on the bed. “I’m tired. Let’s sleep.”

The expectation and flame in her heart were instantly doused by a basin of cold water. Her expression stiffened, and her burning cheeks cooled rapidly.

After several seconds of silence, she nodded and lay down on the bed, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and gradually drifted into sleep with a long sigh.

Early the next morning, her husband drove to work at the company. After watching him leave, she felt a little melancholy inside. These past few years...

Her understanding of her husband’s work was limited to where he worked and a vague idea of what he did. As for anything else, she knew nothing. The man was unwilling to tell her, and she had not pressed him.