Wen Yanqing was so wonderful. He was moved by her and waited for her.
The greatest fortune that the heavens had bestowed upon her was to return her to the age of 23, giving her another chance to get close to him, to get to know him, to like him.
In her previous life, she had been hurt by her marriage. She had wandered around in fear. Now, she suddenly realized that love and marriage had never been wrong. The only mistake was her choice.
At this moment, she vaguely tasted the sweetness of her first awakening of love. She looked forward to the next few decades, to everything to do with him.
At that time, at Shengfang Group.
Yi Qian did not leave immediately after he finished his work report. Wen Yanqing saw his hesitant expression.
"Is there anything else?" Wen Yanqing looked up from the document.
Yi Qian braced himself and said yes.
His wandering gaze made Wen Yanqing stop writing. "It's not about work?" he asked.
