Fu Shiyan listened as Fu Jinqiao cried her eyes out so hard she could barely breathe, and couldn't help but toss her a pack of tissues.
"Don't dirty my car."
The sound of Fu Jinqiao's cries grew louder, "Younger Uncle, you're so heartless."
"If I were heartless, I wouldn't have been following you around all day." Fu Shiyan glanced at her, "Did you really think jumping off a bridge would change anything? Whether you're crippled or dead, would Mu Qianfan change his mind? No, he'd still get married, have children and forget you in a corner, no different from a speck of dust."
Fu Jinqiao sobbed, "I told you, I wasn't trying to jump off the bridge. I was just standing by the side, and my fake eyelashes fell off, I just instinctively reached for them."
Fu Shiyan felt both exasperated and amused, "Fu Jinqiao, look at what little universe you live in. What's so great about that older man? He's eight years older than you."
