I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

He Lanchen slapped away the obstructive pillow between him and Wen Wan. He pulled her into his arms forcefully, and then held her tightly in his arms.

"I don't have the mood to abuse you. I can explain Yiyi's matter." He hugged Wen Wan and rested his chin on her shoulder. "If you feel unhappy, you can take it out on me. Just don't hurt yourself. ?"

Wen Wan pushed He Lanchen hard. She tried several times in succession, but she couldn't push the man in front of her away until she was exhausted.

She was held tightly by him like a deflated rubber ball.

"I don't want to hear your explanation. The more you explain, the more I feel like an idiot." Wen Wan lost the language to argue.

Whether He Lanchen was bound by the marriage contract or family interests to Qiao Yiyi, these had nothing to do with her.

He pushed Wen Wan away, put his hands on her shoulders, and said with dark eyes, "I really just treat her as a patient about what happened today. If she suffers from depression and commits suicide, you will feel guilty for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Wenyan pushed He Lanchen's hands away expressionlessly, "Thank you for thinking about me."

She sat upright again, not looking at the man beside her.

He Lanchen took off his glasses tiredly, raised his hand to rub his inner eyelids, "Whether you blame me or hate me, today's matter has nothing to do with who you love."

"Do you believe these words when you say them?"

She responded calmly.

He Lanchen put on his glasses again. He couldn't figure out what happened to the shroud?

"Why did you send clothes to Yiyi?" He wanted to hear her tell the truth.

Wen Wan opened the bag and found the invoice from inside.

"I know you specially customized the cheongsam at Jinxiufang for me. Qiao Yiyi was in a bad mood, so I wanted to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. The main reason is because of your undying love for her." She put the invoice on the car seat. All the details were told without emotion.

Originally, receiving the gift from He Lanchen was a joyful thing.

Unfortunately, all good things come soon.

He Lanchen thought that Wen Wan liked cheongsam and Jinxiufang was a leader in the industry, so customizing one for her would be a way to make her happy.

"You don't like the gift I gave you?" He seemed to have found the point.

Wen Wan stared at the invoice placed on the car seat with complicated eyes, "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. The transformation of the cheongsam into a shroud made me understand a truth."

"What's the point?"

He Lanchen asked hurriedly.

"Relationships are a matter of two people, and the outcome cannot be changed by one person's efforts alone."

As she spoke, her fingertips gently rubbed the red string on her other wrist.

He Lanchen begged Yue Lao to let their relationship be harmonious and beautiful forever.

However, his heart was never in her.

As the saying goes, it is better to seek help from others than from yourself.

"You have been wronged by what happened today, and I apologize to you." He Lanchen went to grab Wen Wan's hand.

She didn't push away and let him hold her hand.

very tired.

This marriage can no longer survive.

"He Lanchen, don't apologize anymore. I've heard enough of your sophistry." Wen Wan turned her head and looked out the window, leaving him with an indifferent back.

He had an illusion that he would soon be unable to catch Wen Wan.

She held the fruit knife in Qiao Yiyi's ward today, showing an abnormal desire for expression.

"Yiyi really has depression, can Wen Wan trust me for once?" He Lanchen looked at her with pleading eyes.

Wen Wan nodded and said calmly, "Well, I believe she has depression, and I also believe your starting point."

When He Lanchen heard her words, he couldn't accept them for a while.

Wen Wan, who was fighting for herself just now, became calm the next second.

"Wen Wan, do you really believe it?" He asked again uncertainly.

She still nodded patiently, "I believe every word you say."

He Lanchen's mood turned from gloomy to sunny. Before he started to feel happy, he quickly realized that something was wrong.

"Let's do this! I'll take you out for a walk." He decided to take Wen Wan to change his mood.

Wen Wan leaned back on the seat and sighed, "No, I'm very tired and want to go back and rest."

He Lanchen rarely agreed to her proposal, and Wei Ming sent them to the villa.

The two got out of the car and Wen Wan walked in the courtyard. She clearly felt that there were many more people in the villa.

That group of people felt weird.

He stared at her with a surveillance look, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her body.

Wen Wan returned to the second floor. She returned to her room and locked the door.

She hugged her legs and sat on the cold floor, leaning against the door.

After such a commotion today, the Qiao family regarded her as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh.

Just thinking of He Lanchen standing by Qiu Yiyi's side without hesitation made Wen Wan feel sad. No matter how hard she tried, she could not change his feelings for Qiu Yiyi.

"Wen Wan, you've been tired for a long day, are you hungry?" He Lanchen's voice came from outside the door.

She stood up from the floor, opened the door and glanced at the tray the man was holding.

"What's up?"

Wen Wan asked indifferently.

"Drink some white fungus soup."

He Lanchen walked into the room carrying a tray.

Wen Wan stared at his busy figure without blinking, and she still stood where she was.

"Come here and drink it while it's hot." He waved to her.

Before Wen Wan went over, she ordered the servant in the corridor, "Go and put the Tremella soup on the table into a thermos, and ask the driver to take it to the hospital for Miss Qiao to drink. Just say it was sent by the young master."

The servant lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, young lady."

When He Lanchen heard her words, he stretched out his long legs and kicked the chair over.

"Who dares to give it away?" He gritted his teeth and glared at the servant fiercely.

Wen Wan looked at He Lanchen's angry look, but she still acted calmly, "Young Master He, you should pay more attention to Miss Qiao. Depression needs companionship to cure."

She figured out that there was nothing to miss about this marriage from beginning to end, so she should sort out all her feelings for He Lanchen.

"roll."

He Lanchen shouted sharply at the servant outside the door.

The servant was frightened by his thunderous and angry appearance, and trotted away in a hurry.

Wen Wan didn't take He Lanchen's anger seriously at all. In the past, she would be afraid and care.

Not anymore.

"Wen Wan, do you dare to say one more word?" He Lanchen gritted his back teeth and stared at her with evil eyes.

Wen Wan sighed softly and said, "Young Master He, the treatment methods for depression I mentioned are from the Internet. If they are not good, you should consult a professional doctor."

After hearing what she said, He Lanchen strode forward and pressed her against the wall with his big hands.

Wen Wan's back hit the wall, and she narrowed her eyes in pain.

Nothing should happen to the baby in your belly.

she thought with trepidation.