Don't marry a wealthy family: My wife just wants to start a career

The man frowned, thinking of her unconsciously slashing her right wrist with a utility knife under surveillance, his heart was like thousands of ants eating.Su Ran, who used to be so proud, was once a great designer who was proud of his right hand, but now, he doesn't even have the courage to resume his job.

Was he the one who ruined her?It was because he cruelly sent the pregnant woman to prison that Su Ran, who was under too much pressure, suffered from depression, and it became more and more severe from then on.

However, she is a "murderer".Shouldn't going to jail be the price a murderer must pay!

Qin Baiyu lowered his slack eyes, sorted out his disturbed thoughts, and seemed to return to his superior appearance.His calm eyes looked straight at Su Ran, and his sharp gaze directly penetrated her heart.

At this moment, he is the big boss of the group, the mythical figure who has won the first place in Anyang, the Qin family.

"I told you a long time ago that your talent for design has never been in your right hand that is good at painting! It is in your brain, which is called creative inspiration and talent. And this cannot be destroyed by deliberate destruction at all. It's always alive in your brain."

Su Ran's eyes looking at the man suddenly became very complicated. She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

Is he affirming her?

No, no, it feels weird.He is Qin Baiyu, the Qin Baiyu who would sneer and dismiss no matter how much he opened up his heart and delivered it!
She was indifferent, still shaking her head.

"I won't go. The design talent belongs to the proud and flamboyant Miss Su family four years ago, not to me, Su Ran. Don't worry, I can find a way to make money without you deliberately donating. And every time I earn Every penny will be clean, and there is no shame in my heart."

"But you are Ann's mommy, and Ann's mommy is a great designer and creator."

Suddenly, a small warm force swept over her pretendingly strong heart.

I don't know when Su An came over, and she clenched her mother's right hand tightly, her small eyes filled with water.

Covering her other thoughts, she said softly to the child, "What's the matter, Ann, are the cartoons gone? Why are you here?"

The right hand habitually covered the wrist with a ribbon, she tried to disturb the child's sight, and continued to assume that An'er didn't know about it if she couldn't see it.

Su An didn't move, her clear eyes just looked at Su Ran, staying on the ribbon on her right hand.He said: "Mommy, Xinru Godmother often watched Mommy's creations with me when I was a child. Every time I was alone at home and I was afraid of thunder and rain outside, or every time I missed Mommy, I I will take it out and have a look. Xinru godmother said that Mommy is a creative genius, and An'er thinks so too."

He continued: "Mommy, could it be that An'er was born, so you refused Dad's request and couldn't continue to create?"

The child's big starry eyes shone extremely brightly with a light that Su Ran couldn't bear to refuse.

She responded tremblingly: "It's not like that, Mommy can't draw because of her broken right hand, not because of Ann."

"But the teacher said that creation comes from our brains. Mommy, don't give up on yourself, okay? The right hand can't do it, we still have left hands and brains. My mommy is the most powerful designer."

"Unless, it's really because of An'er that Mommy cares about her right hand, so she can't create anymore. Then, An'er, I'm so sad." Su An's nose was sour, and big tears couldn't stop falling.