Wen Wanzhi felt a pang of heart palpitations.
She had almost fallen into Bao Yancheng's trap, that cunning fox.
Wen Wanzhi bowed her head and averted her gaze, her voice carrying a chill.
"Bao Yancheng, we are already divorced. What's happening now is merely a transaction. Once this is over, we will each return to our own lives. I thought that was clear to both of us."
Returning to Beijing was simply because she couldn't stand by and watch Xiang Yiran steal her home, twisting right from wrong.
And Bao Yancheng was just the most convenient weapon she could use.
Neither could she afford, nor did she wish to entertain any other emotions.
Yet Bao Yancheng stared fixedly at the top of Wen Wanzhi's head, growing irritable with her repeated evasions.
She was clearly concerned about him, but every time the matter came up, she acted as emotionally impenetrable as if her heart was encased in concrete.