"Impossible!"
Zhuo Jian chuckled, then her face fell into dejection as she lowered her head.
Li Yuqing did the same, looking down with a bitter smile.
In fact, when she returned, he had harbored such uneasy suspicions.
Some things seem to go smoothly, but often they are just illusions.
Now, the man who sent her divorce papers as soon as she returned to the country was preparing to give her a grand wedding, three years overdue.
The door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and both of them looked outside.
Fu Yanye, dressed in a sharp black suit, appeared as though he had suddenly dashed over from a formal event.
Zhuo Jian paused briefly when she saw him.
Without even acknowledging Li Yuqing, Fu Yanye went straight to her bedside and sat down before frowning and demanding, "What happened to you?"
Zhuo Jian, looking at his travel-weary appearance, didn't answer but instead asked, "Didn't you say you were going to a meeting?"
