Wen Yi's fingers suddenly clenched the pages of the book she was flipping through, leaving behind light creases.
After a few seconds, she loosened her grip and said with a languid drawl and a faint smile, "I'm not crazy, why would I go out of my way to be a nuisance... Mr. Mo, I don't harbor deep hatred like you do, and I don't want revenge on him."
Mo Shiqian indifferently replied, "Isn't the Wen Family reason enough?"
...
For the Wen Family.
What a good reason indeed.
...
Seven years ago, the things done by other women, it seemed that now she had to personally make amends. Standing in Li Qianrui's hospital room, Wen Yi thought this carelessly.
She didn't know whether she owed Mo Shichen, or if it was the other way around.
However, being the bad woman seemed to have its unique thrill, because when she saw the shocked and pale face of Li Qianrui, a smile couldn't help but spread across her lips.
