I saw Wen Jian sitting with Li Yu. 。Zhuo Yu'an took her shoulder and turned away from the restaurant. He called room service to have dinner in their room, not because he was afraid of Wen Jian, but b...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizens volunteered to host banquets for them. Some brought their own cooks to cook, others brought local specialties from their hometowns. One wife, whose hometown was Xinjiang, even brought a whole sheep,...