That night in the bar, hearing Fu Mingyu's drunken murmurs, Wen Ya was already certain that Fu Mingyu had feelings for Wen Nuan.
These days, she comforted herself, telling herself that Wen Nuan might not have the same kind of affection for Fu Mingyu, and only then could Wen Ya barely make herself feel a bit better. But the moment she opened the door in the morning and saw Fu Mingyu, she felt like all her hopes shattered like bubbles.
When Wen Nuan arrived at the house of Wen Yiming, she instantly felt that the atmosphere in the living room was strange.
If the cold indifference of everyone last night seemed normal to Wen Nuan, then the glaring confrontation of Wen Yiming's family of four today left her somewhat bewildered.
Especially Wen Ya's eyes, seemingly ablaze with fire, made Wen Nuan suspect that if Zhao Yali hadn't held her back, Wen Ya might have lunged at her.
Frowning slightly, Wen Nuan's heart stirred as she got a rough idea of what was happening.
