He happened to meet Wen Ci again at a certain business gathering. She was still surrounded by admirers, standing by her father’s side.
Bo Yan remained silent after finishing his drink.
He recalled Wen Ci’s cold rejection from many years ago when she was still a girl:
“Bo Yan, have you ever considered the gap between us?”
A decade of endurance and restraint, and now, the only thing separating them is half a ballroom’s distance. Years of longing have turned into reality.
Bo Yan leaned close to her ear, his tone mocking, “After all these years, aren’t you still mine?”
***
He thought that the marriage was a calculated outcome, but he didn’t expect that she had willingly embraced it.
The moment Wen Ci married him, years of meticulous planning came to a halt.
——”Aren’t you supposed to hate the Wen family?”
——”Forget it, I can’t bear to.”
