Plagued by insomnia, Fu Rui had become thin and haggard, and she even less loved to go out. Confined to her home, her temper grew more irritable each day, and after becoming irritable, she became even more reluctant to leave the house. As a result, the rumors circulating about her in their social circles had reached a boiling point, with not a single kind word among them.
He Yiran had naturally heard about this too. If it weren't for the high status of the Fu Family, which she truly couldn't match, she wouldn't have chosen the Guo Family first, but she glanced at Tan Jia again and felt discontent in her heart. If it weren't for his being too busy, he wouldn't have to go about things in such a roundabout way. It's all Tan Jia's fault—her eyes on him were no longer the same.
But how could Tan Jia understand the sudden change in He Yiran's gaze? He just silently sipped on the coffee in his hand, his face the picture of leisure, which only irritated He Yiran further.