Pei Zhiyao really did not want to admit it, and even less did he want to share such memories with Wen Mian.
But his heart was like a clear mirror.
If he did not speak, he was afraid Wen Mian would continue to press for answers.
In the days to follow, Wen Mian would always be troubled by this matter.
"I just want to know how long you've been with Liang Yu. Before this, I thought you really had no feelings for her, but it turns out it was just my naivety."
A bitter smile curled up at her lips, her demeanor seemingly helpless.
Yet, Pei Zhiyao beside her wore a gloomy expression, at a loss for words.
The truth was too cruel for Wen Mian.
Pei Zhiyao could not bear the consequences of telling the truth.
"That day I went to a social engagement, didn't get to tell you, had two bottles of wine with Ma Yu and felt a little dizzy, unconscious, and later was brought to the presidential suite by Ma Yu. I even lost my memory of that period of time."
