Wei Anning was unaware that Leng Yanbo and Song Qingge had already joined hands to harm her. After leaving the Song Family Villa, Leng Youchen moved from the passenger seat to the back seat, stretched out his hand to pull her head, which was resting against the car window, onto his shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"
"Do you care what I think?" Wei Anning leaned on his shoulder and asked softly.
"You are my wife, how could I not care?" Leng Youchen kissed the top of her head; he knew how she felt right now. He had forcibly brought her back to Beicheng, preventing her from staying in the United Kingdom to look for her parents.
She must be both annoyed and angry with him, yet he had no choice but to pretend to be clueless, letting her believe that he had always considered her Wei Anjing. But God knows how much he wished he could call her Anning.
Anning, his wife, had always belonged to him from beginning to end.
