As these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dining table changed again.
Lu Mianmian immediately looked at Ren Chuqing nervously. Wen Muqing was the most unpredictable—how could anyone know what he really meant by asking that!
She always felt that being with Wen Muqing was like walking on a high wire, always on the verge of falling.
Ren Chuqing gave a faint smile. "Why should I be embarrassed? Would you feel embarrassed if someone irrelevant to you sent out wedding invitations to others?"
Jiang Huai and Su Yuyu had become irrelevant people to her. She didn't want to waste any more of her remaining energy caring about them in the last part of her life!
Wen Muqing smiled, "Indeed. By the way, Sister likes this dish; Sister should eat more."
With that, he picked up the cold seaweed salad from the table and placed it into Ren Chuqing's bowl.
As Ren Chuqing ate with her head down, Lu Mianmian let out a sigh of relief.
This… should be fine now, right?
