Mr. Fang, since you couldn't love me from the beginning, why give me years of dreams only to shatter them in an instant?
He had noticed her. Against the backlight, his gaze was evasive, deep and unfathomable. Wen Nuan's heart tightened. Without greeting him, ignoring his presence, she intended to go upstairs directly, but her arm was tightly grasped by Mr. Fang.
"Wen Nuan!"
"Let go!" Wen Nuan's body trembled as she flung off his hand. She still could not face Mr. Fang normally, "Young Master Fang, this shabby little place cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you."
"How have you considered my proposal?"
Wen Nuan sneered, "To be your... lover?"
"Do you have a better choice?"
"Mr. Fang, you are ridiculous. When I loved you, you did not want me. Now that you've caused my father to be imprisoned, and we three women are left homeless, yet you still put on this benefactor's facade. It really makes me sick. Could it be that Young Master Fang has actually fallen in love with me?"
