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

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the end of Wen Wan's bed, and she stretched out comfortably.

"Hiss." My mouth hurts.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to find that the skin on the corner of her mouth was broken, as if it had been bitten. The mosquitoes in the villa are so disgusting. It's early spring and they start biting people everywhere.

Wen Wan pulled on her clothes and remembered that she didn't change into pajamas last night.

While she was washing, Xueqiu walked into the bathroom and rubbed her feet constantly. She looked down at her coquettish pet, "Okay, okay, I'll hug you after I finish brushing my teeth, okay?"

What a tormenting little goblin.

After brushing her teeth, Wen Wan hugged Xueqiu with one hand, lowered her head and buried her head in the crook of her neck to suck the cat desperately, sucking and sucking. Her hand holding Xueqiu shook, and Xueqiu meowed in fright.

She seemed to have had a strange dream last night. In the dream, He Lanchen ate her up and wiped her clean. It shouldn't be possible. After all, Qiao Yiyi came last night, but when she thought about something happening to them. Wen Wan felt particularly uncomfortable. She seemed to have messed up everything.

It would have been better if he hadn't lit the candles last night, and the quarrel with He Lanchen wouldn't have happened later.

She continued to wash her face in despair, and when she went out, she opened her phone and found a circle of friends from Qiu Yiyi. That day she went to send him a cheongsam to meet him, so she saw this highly suggestive circle of friends.

[Family, my waist broke last night due to fatigue. I am looking for a massage parlor with good skills. 】

The mobile phone in Wen Wan's hand fell to the floor. She bent down to pick it up. Her heart felt sour and moist, sour and astringent, and her throat was so clogged that it hurt.

"Miss Wen, the young master calls you to come downstairs." The servant's voice came from outside the door.

Wen Wanqiang cheered up and opened the door, "Yes, I understand."

After going downstairs, as soon as she walked into the restaurant, she saw Qiao Yiyi sitting next to He Lanchen.

Qiu Yiyi looked at Wen Wan with provocative eyes, and then sharply noticed a few spots of thick white turbid liquid that had dried on her pants.

"Are you so disgusting?" Qiao Yiyi's face turned red and she cursed at Wen Wan.

Wen Wan didn't understand why she was so angry?

"Miss Qiao, you just broke your leg, not your brain. Who are you scolding for being so good?"

There was no reason for her to tolerate Qiao Yiyi's bad temper.

He Lanchen said nothing, his eyes fixed on the stains on Wen Wan's pants.

"Can't you change into a pair of clean pants?" Qiao Yiyi pointed at her and rolled her eyes in displeasure, "Don't you think there's something wrong with this white mess?"

Wen Wan followed Qiao Yiyi's movements and looked down at her pants, only to see an eyesore of white.

She touched it lightly with her fingers and found something sticky. It was strange. When did it get on it?

He Lanchen saw the sticky bits on her green-white fingertips, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

"I accidentally spilled milk on my pants when I was drinking it. Why are you making such a fuss?" Wen Wan pulled up a chair and sat down.

Qiao Yiyi saw the innocent look on her face and immediately lost her composure, "You really don't know what this is?"

Wen Wan was annoyed and did not dare to look into He Lanchen's eyes, so she asked Qiao Yiyi bluntly, "Miss Qiao, what do you think this is?"

Qiao Yiyi became angry when asked by Wen Wan. She slammed the table and stared in front of her, "That's not milk..."

She was really ashamed to speak up, but Wen Wan was still pretending to be stupid.

"Miss Qiao, my pants are whatever I say." Wen Wan was tired of hearing this and interrupted Qiao Yiyi's speculation.

Wen Wan also felt that it was what she was thinking. She slept alone last night, and He Lanchen was with Qiu Yiyi. What could it be if it wasn't milk on her pants?

After breakfast, He Lanchen sent Qiao Yiyi to the car. He walked into the villa again. Wen Wan had already changed into a pair of pants.

"Father asked you to go home for dinner tonight." He Lanchen told her.

Wen Wan thought that this would be a good idea, and she could talk to her mother-in-law about the candles.

"I remember." Wen Wan looked into his dark eyes, feeling empty in her heart.

He Lanchen raised his feet to leave, and she stretched out her hand to hold his sleeve. He looked down at her movements and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"

"Last night, I didn't mean to push you to Miss Qiao." Wen Wan explained with heartache.

He Lanchen curled up his lips and sneered, "Isn't this the result you want to see? Wen Wan, since you chose to push me away, don't regret it."

He pulled away Wen Wan's hand and left without looking back.

Wen Wan looked at He Lanchen's walking back, and her heart sank to the bottom.

Qiao Yiyi must have been very happy last night, right?

She got He Lanchen in advance and was one step closer to their love.

Wen Wan was the only one left in the villa. She happened to go out and received a call from Jiang Tianyu.

"Young Master Jiang." Wen Wan answered while holding her cell phone.

Jiang Tianyu still didn't like her calling him "Master Jiang", so in order not to scare her, he had to accept it.

"It's like this. My grandma and her little sisters are having tea at home. She wants to invite you to come and join us. When the old ladies get together, they just talk about cheongsam and intangible cultural heritage items." Jiang Tianyu could not guarantee that Wen Wan would not Will refuse.

Wen Wan thought that she had "copied" Wan Yue and it would be beneficial and harmless for her to attend today's party.

"Okay, I'll go and participate." Wen Wan readily agreed to Mrs. Jiang's invitation.

Jiang Tianyu recovered from his shock and quickly gestured to the old lady not far away, "Okay, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Wen Wan wanted to wear a cheongsam to participate, so it would be much more convenient to have a car to pick her up.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Jiang."

After making the call, she hurried upstairs, then opened the closet and found another intangible cultural heritage item.

This piece is smoke green, and the buckle on the front is made of retro material. It is the only one like it in the world.

The embroidery thread of this cheongsam is silver in the dark and gold under strong light. It is said that there is a family that has inherited this special treatment technique, and she knows the techniques inherited by this family.

When Wen Wan went downstairs, the servants saw her wearing a cheongsam for the first time, and they were all shocked on the spot. She walked out of the villa gracefully, carrying her bag, and there was a Maybach parked outside the door.

The driver opened the door and respectfully invited her to get in. He waited until she took her seat before closing the door.

Along the way, Wen Wan was thinking about He Lanchen and what he would do to calm down.

As the car drove into the Jiang family courtyard, Mrs. Jiang pulled Mrs. Qiao and said, "Sister. This is the dusty pearl I met at your birthday last time."

Mrs. Qiao was afraid of causing more trouble, so she told Mrs. Jiang, "You should keep my identity a secret for now. You also know that many of the Qiao family's embroidery skills are intangible cultural heritage. You are afraid that someone will approach me and steal the skills."

Mrs. Jiang respected her opinion, took her hand and nodded, "Yes, it's all up to you. You really can't reveal your identity too early."

When Wen Wan came closer, Mrs. Qiao saw her face and accidentally knocked over the teacup in her hand. The hot tea splashed on the back of her hand, and she didn't feel the pain.

"Child, what's your name?" Mrs. Qiao suppressed her inner excitement and held Wen Wan's little hand tightly.