After a long while, Wen Nuan's soft sobbing finally ceased. Then, like a little rabbit, she broke free from Fu Mingyu's embrace and stepped back.
Fu Mingyu took a deep breath and softly asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Knowing that he was letting it go, Wen Nuan breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head.
Fu Mingyu felt that the anger he had managed to suppress suddenly flared up again.
Grabbing the chair in front of the piano, Fu Mingyu fiercely slammed it against the expensive piano.
The dissonant, piercing sound of notes mixed with the loud crash made the piano quickly unrecognizable. On the lawn, the housekeepers cleaning were stunned.
"Let's go…"
He reached out to hold Wen Nuan's hand and led her outside.
The bright yellow Ferrari, which usually seemed flamboyant and showy, now felt to Wen Nuan like the color of the sun, warming her heart.
