He originally thought that a young girl in her early twenties, facing an old and disrespectful man like Luo Bin, and later getting scolded nonsensically by netizens, would end up crying her eyes out. However, after seeing for himself, he realized that she was living quite carefree.
Even if he hadn't shown up, it wouldn't have mattered to her.
His presence was just like this collaboration with FS, neither meritorious nor faulty.
Fu Jinghen even felt that, had he not come, perhaps Wen Qiao would have been even more carefree.
Wasn't she planning to go eat barbecue with Song Qian?
Recalling the words Wen Qiao said to Jiang Yao, although he didn't hear everything, he got the gist.
She was right—if he really wanted to be with Jiang Wei, by now he would no longer have anything to do with her, so there was really no need for such jealousy, and indeed, a wife who was generous and sensible did fit his idea of a partner.
But for some reason, after listening, he felt uncomfortable inside.
