Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan suddenly came back to her senses, she looked at Fang Linfeng suspiciously, she was only a little surprised, without any superfluous expression, she asked seriously: "The Shanshan you mentioned is my sister, she is married to Huangfu Ye, right?"

Fang Linfeng and Lan Fenghao obviously didn't expect Wen Wan to mention this person suddenly, and their faces became very ugly. She said excitedly: "Yes, if Shanshan hadn't married him, she wouldn't have committed suicide by jumping into the sea. My poor Shanshan, In order to protect her, we even hid it from everyone in the Lan family, who would have thought that this would end up like this..." Fang Linfeng burst into tears as he thought about it, and fell weakly on the chair.

"It's been so long, it's useless to cry." Lan Fenghao seemed to be critical but actually persuaded, and then warned Wen Wan, "Wen Wan, you can hate us or forgive us, after all, you have grown up You should know the truth when you grow up, but no matter what, you shouldn't get too close to Huangfu Ye, okay?"

Although Wen Wan was curious, she still shook her head, stood up and said seriously: "You have no right to give orders to me. I didn't know my sister since I was a child. Now I finally know, but she is passing away. I think Know why, I must know!"

Both Fang Linfeng and Lan Fenghao tried their best to dissuade her from going to Huangfu Ye, but Wen Wan didn't intend to let it go. After leaving Lan's house, she called Huangfu Ye and drove there when she knew that he was in the studio.

More than half an hour later, Wen Wan finally arrived at the studio. She opened the door and entered without seeing Huangfu Ye's shadow. Suddenly there was a loud noise from upstairs, and she immediately ran upstairs.

In a room similar to that of storing paintings, Huangfu Ye fell from a ladder, his arm was cut by the corner of a picture frame that was placed on the ground, and he bled profusely.

"Are you okay?" Wen Wan stepped forward to help him up, checked the wound by the way, took out a handkerchief from the bag and covered him first.

"I'm so old, I can drop a painting if I want to." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked downstairs with Wen Wan.

Sitting on the sofa, Huangfu Ye's arm was still bleeding, he pointed to the shelf next to the door and said, "There's a first-aid kit over there."

Wen Wan hurriedly found the box and brought it over to apply medicine to stop the bleeding and then bandage him. She was relieved when it was finally finished, and asked concerned: "This wound is quite severe, will it affect your painting on your right arm?"

"It's okay, I don't want to draw anymore anyway."

"why?"

"There's nothing to draw, I'm tired of drawing." He couldn't answer.

Looking at the decadent melancholy in his expression, Wen Wan couldn't help saying: "...Brother Huangfu, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah." He nodded and looked at her seriously.

"Do you love your wife?"

"Love."

"How much love?"

"Even with her passing, I still love more and more."

……

Coming out of the studio, Wen Wan sat in the car looking at the scenery outside the windshield, lost in thought. She almost asked the cause of Shanshan's death just now, but she suddenly felt sympathetic to Huangfu Ye, and felt that it would be a pain for him to bring it up again. It was a serious injury, so I swallowed the question back.

All the way back to the company slowly, Shen Moling was already waiting for her downstairs. The two went to grandparents' house together, but Wen Wan was not in the mood to accompany the child, so she said she was not feeling well and went back to her room.

Shen Min saw something was wrong, so she asked Shen Moling, but he didn't know, so he could only go upstairs to have a look.

After squeezing a glass of juice and holding it, he pushed open the bedroom door, Wen Wan was huddled on the sofa and TV, with an absent-minded expression on his face, as if he had something very serious on his mind.