Facing those watery eyes, Wen Wannian remained unfazed and answered in a formulaic manner, "I'm not sure, perhaps a week, perhaps a month."

Su Ruobai blinked her eyes. "Long time no see."

Upon hearing these words, Wen Wannian's slender and handsome Danfeng eyes carefully measured the person in front of him.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Wanasked gently, "Are you sick?"

The voice carried a barely noticeable nasal tone when speaking, and there was a sickly pallor on the face, making it look far from healthy.

I didn't expect my cheap husband to observe so keenly. Su Ruobai tilted her head in a pretendingly indifferent manner and made a spoiled gesture, saying, "You caught me."

Wen Wannian did not speak and stared at Su Ruobai, involuntarily sizing her up.

His "little wife" was a sickly woman, as Su Jiaming had implied countless times when he suggested taking her in.

He won't live for many more years. He is timid and afraid of the world. Marrying him wouldn't hold you back in any way. Outside, you can still do whatever you want. If you like someone, keep them as a lover for now. When he eventually passes away, you can bring your favorite person back.

The above is what the Su family said when they found themselves.

From what they said, it seemed like Su Ruobai was a commodity, being marketed by the people who distribute leaflets on the street. No matter who it was, as long as they bought it, it would be fine.

The reasons for choosing to study literature in one's later years are quite intricate.

Wen Wannian was responsible for handling the affairs of Mr. Su's later years, specifically regarding the inheritance and division of the Su family's wealth.

In the months before Mr. Su's passing, Miss Wenyan often visited the Su family. Mr. Su's eyesight and hearing were failing, and there were several agreements that needed to be confirmed multiple times before they could be finalized.

And right after Mr. Su's passing, Mr. Wen Yuan, who served as Mr. Su's employed lawyer, announced the will. The current head of the Su family found him and bluntly told him to marry Su Ruobai, as stated in his exact words.

There are three reasons for choosing Wenyuan in his later years.

Firstly, they publicly proclaimed that Su Ruobai and Wen Wannian were attracted to each other during the period when Mr. Su was critically ill. Over time, their feelings grew, and they boldly claimed without fear of being seen as pretentious.

Second, Wen Yuan is a decent person with a good reputation. Marrying him will not ultimately be a compromise for the young master of the Su family, and people outside will not criticize the current head of the Su family.

Third, he was just a struggling young lawyer, without power or influence, unable to help Su Ruobai make a comeback.

All the reasons are for their own benefit, without a single thought for this poor soul who has been driven out of the door.

At least before the wedding, Wen Wannian thought this way.

However, now it seems...

The young man before my eyes had fair skin. His high and straight nose bridge made his eye sockets look deep and profound. He carried a charming exotic beauty, exuding a sense of enchantment. Though his complexion was pale, it did not diminish his confidence and pride.

Rumor, unreliable.

"What are you looking at?" The youth's clear and bright voice rang out.

Wen Wannian calmly retracted his gaze and smiled softly, whispering, "It's time for me to go. Take good care and rest well."

After speaking, he walked around Su Ruobai and opened the cabinet to take out a suitcase.

Su Ruobai stood behind him, watching as he neatly folded and packed each piece of clothing into the suitcase. He then found some daily necessities and arranged them neatly inside before closing the zipper and locking it into the groove.

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the silent and spacious room.

Wen Wannian paused for a moment, straightening his back and turning his head calmly to the side, saying, "What?"

Su Ruobai's lips curled up in a seductive arc, as he took a step forward, closing the already short distance between the two.

"I say..."

The young man slightly tilted his head back, and in an ambiguous moment, a vague distance emerged. His thin lips parted slightly, and the warm breath he exhaled gently brushed against the man's Adam's apple.

"I'll accompany you."