In the café, Wen Ran's brows furrowed slightly, not immediately answering Cheng Jia's question. No notable emotion was detectable across her face.
"Miss Wen, I mean no harm, I just want to know whether you genuinely like Young Master Mo, or if you view marriage as a transaction. If it's the former, I can tell you all I know without holding back. If it's the latter, please forgive me for not being able to tell you."
In Cheng Jia's view, Wen Ran's hesitation clearly indicated that she didn't have feelings for Mo Xiuchen. Her earlier hunch was correct—Wen Ran had only married Mo Xiuchen to save her family's company. How could she possibly have fallen in love with Mo Xiuchen in such a short span of time?
"I don't see how this question relates to what you want to tell me. When you phoned me, you didn't mention this condition. I am Mo Xiuchen's wife, his matters are my matters. There's no need for you to worry, I can handle it all."
