But who could have imagined that after he came back to find her, she would give him such a "big surprise."
"Yeah, it really needs a good explanation, what it means to be married, yet able to date another man."
Lu Xiao said each word slowly, staring at her.
On the surface, he seemed very composed, his expression almost unshaken.
But Wen Xian knew he was angry.
It was bad enough that she had said those things, but she had also sat together with Ruan Yiyi.
It suddenly felt as if she had taken advantage of his absence to specifically meet with Ruan Yiyi in secret.
Wen Xian hastily grabbed his arm and buried herself in his embrace, clutching him from the side, and said earnestly though insincerely,
"What I just said was fake, I said it on purpose for her to hear, I wanted that woman Ruan Yiyi..."
To let her, let her... see her own "desperation," and see other "bad scenes" of hers, thereby cutting off her thoughts about her.
Some things, even though she hadn’t spoken them aloud, both of them clearly understood what was meant.
Lu Xiao fell silent for a moment, then slowly said,
"Hmm, so you took our son and daughter, not minding the trouble, just to meet her?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian suddenly felt an intense pang of guilt, "Not at all, you have to believe me, Little Zaijun and I came..."
"She actually accompanied you to meet that woman? Where is that girl now?"
Lu Xiao’s aura seemed even colder.
Wen Xian was overwhelmed.
She was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, in the restroom of the restaurant,
Li Zaijun had already closed the door to the women’s restroom, hanging a sign that said it was under maintenance, temporarily barring entry.
Thanks to her, Wen Yu, who hadn’t even held a girl’s hand before, astonishingly did what most men wouldn’t dare, entering a women’s restroom.
At the moment, in front of the sink, Li Zaijun sat on it, with Wen Yu in front of her, her petite chin resting on the young man’s body.
The young man wore a black T-shirt under his school uniform. Although he was thin and slender, he was quite tall. His messy hair was neat, and she didn’t reveal Wen Yu’s face in the photos but used his body, blurring his features, to take several pictures.
At first, Wen Yu felt unnatural, but seeing her earlier smiling at him and calling him "little brother," and then, becoming quiet and gradually seeming to have tears in her eyes, he relaxed and silently cooperated with her.
Li Zaijun was really quiet.
As she leaned on Wen Yu’s shoulder and took photos with her phone, her tilted face did not capture the moisture at the corner of her eyes. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Because, these actions were ones she had shared with Shen Lin.
As she tried to remember and took photos, those moments of intimacy she once shared with someone else came flooding back with the memories.
Her heart started to feel heavy, and then she felt a stinging pain in waves.
In the end, she couldn’t smile anymore.
She quickly finished taking photos, and Li Zaijun bent her head low as she selected them, her finger slowly sliding across the screen.
"That’s enough, thank you, Little Wen Yu. You can go now..."
Wen Yu responded softly, obediently turned around to leave, and then, just as he was about to exit, he suddenly turned back, took a pack of tissues from his school uniform pocket, and handed it to her, "Wipe it off."
Wen Yu quickly left, after all, it was inappropriate for him to be in the ladies’ restroom.
And on Li Zaijun’s phone screen, a tear dropped down.
Looking at that pack of tissues, her tears fell even more fiercely.