But I didn't believe what my father said. I thought he was too stubborn. I had grown up and didn't want an arranged marriage. So I ran out of the house and ran to Tim in the heavy rain.
"Tim, if I am not rich anymore, will you still be with me?"
Tim took a towel and gently dried my hair. His eyes were full of pampering.
"Of course, my princess."
I just indulged in his sweet words, and without the support of my family, we hastily got married.
The wedding was hastily organized. Tim lost his parents when he was young. He had no money, so all he could give me was a cheap plain ring and a rented tattered wedding dress.
But I was happy with it, and I believed that being able to endure hardships together was what love was.
Finally, my father couldn't bear to see me suffer anymore, so he had to accept Tim.
He also arranged Tim to work in his company and constantly promoted and trained him. Tim gradually changed from a punk who knew nothing to a good son-in-law and good leader praised by everyone.
In the way, our life gradually got better. Tim's meticulous love for me also made my father ease up on him.
I even boasted to my father about Tim being nice to me, buying me new clothes and cooking for me.