As the tip of his finger pressed the send button, a faint smile emerged at the corner of Fu Yanlin's lips.
He glanced sideways at the woman sitting next to him. The muted orange light cast upon her raven hair, softening the features of her face.
For Fu Yanlin, the decision to get married was not a sudden impulse but a lifelong promise to Wen Sheng.
However, it was because Fu Yuhe spoke to Wen Sheng alone tonight that triggered his sense of crisis, leading him to decide to advance the marriage plans.
That event seemed like a ticking time bomb, persistently pressing on Fu Yanlin's heart. He feared that one day when Wen Sheng discovered about it, he would be utterly destroyed.
The only solution was to tie Wen Sheng down as quickly as possible.
