Chen Yilan suppressed all his complex emotions and silently took off his coat, wrapping it around the woman's body before helping her to her feet.
"We're going home, go take a shower first, we can talk about this later."
"Yilan... thank you for still wanting me..."
Wen Ruru was moved to tears, but deep down, a fire of resentment had long been ignited.
Thinking about her ordeal over the past few days, she could no longer distinguish whether she was coerced or had willingly degraded herself, but none of that mattered anymore.
She hated!
She loathed Wen Meimei thoroughly!
You bitch, you've made me a shadow of myself; just wait for the day I make my triumphant return, and you'll meet your demise!
On the ride back to the hotel, Wen Ruru said pitifully, "Yilan, now that I look like this, will you stand up for me?"