In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not unable to, he's just incapable when facing you.",For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。