"But you sold my good intentions the moment you got them, don't you think that's too much? And you took out a loan with the bank behind my back while I was on a business trip, mortgaging the house—a matter of such importance, yet you kept it so secretive, what a skillful act indeed!"
Wen Zhan stared at her intently, his deep and intense gaze like a laser, pinning her in place motionless.
Mu Wanqing started to feel guilty.
All was laid bare; it was all a misunderstanding, all just her overthinking.
"How secretive? You... you found out anyway..." Under the man's oppressive gaze, she swallowed uneasily, muttering to herself.
Often, the things she intentionally hid from Wen Zhan were not out of resistance to him, but because she truly wanted to solve them on her own.
She needed to grow, to be strong, to see how far she could go by herself.