Wen Wannian bid farewell to the father and daughter of the Su family and, upon entering the house, received Su Ruobai's gaze.

The person sitting on the sofa had a calm expression, nowhere to be seen was the look of being wronged just moments ago.

"So, you have a good relationship with Su Jiacheng?" Su Ruobai suddenly asked, his voice calm as water, showing no trace of joy or anger.

Wen Yannian walked over to the single-seater sofa next to him and sat down. He raised his hand and poured a glass of water for him, saying, "Have a drink first. You haven't had a break since you came back."

Su Ruobai did not respond, and he did not mind either.

"I don't have much connection with Su Jiacheng, and we can't really be considered close." Wen Wannian suddenly understood Su Ruobai's temperament a little better. If he doesn't get an explanation, he won't give up easily.

Su Ruobai glanced at him, and in his eyes, which were shimmering with water, a hazy mist filled with indiscernible emotions appeared. "Really?"

Wen raised an eyebrow in his later years and said, "Truly."

Su Ruobai didn't believe it, Wen Wannian knew he didn't believe it.

However, Su Ruobai didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer. Instead, she asked, "Today, when you came to pick me up, did you also know that they were coming?"

Wen Yuanning: "Yes."

Su Ruobai sneered, "You've suffered all this for the sake of preserving the reputation of the Su family."

Wen Wannian paid no attention to his mockery and remained unflappable. "That is one of the reasons. The other reason is that I believe you need me to pick you up."

Su Ruobai said, "I don't need it."

"Oh, is that so?" Wen Wannian replied nonchalantly.

Being disarmed by the other party's indifferent demeanor, Su Ruobai calmly pondered for a moment and realized that the other party's attitude seemed justified. After all, she was nothing more than a burden he had taken on. How could she have the qualifications to question him?

It's not about demeaning oneself in one's heart, but rather, recognizing one's own position.

After a busy day, Su Ruobai's complexion was indeed a bit pale. This not-so-healthy body was not meant for long hours of continuous work. Today was the first time, so feeling a bit weak was expected.

Watching the beautiful person in front of her lowered her eyes in disappointment, Wen Wannian's pitch-black pupils flickered and a trace of indescribable light flashed.

"You should rest," he said. "Go take a shower and get some rest early. I won't leave tonight, I'll stay in the guest bedroom. If you need anything, just call me."

Su Ruobai couldn't be bothered with pleasantries with him either. He responded with an "Hmm" before getting up and going upstairs.

Slept through the night until the next morning, Su Ruobai had no consciousness whatsoever, sleeping deeply.

The previous night, he hadn't eaten dinner either. His stomach growling loudly, he groggily got up and went downstairs to the kitchen without even cleaning up. Unexpectedly, he saw Wen Wannian, wearing an apron, cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Ding Ding stared blankly at him for a while, while Su Ruobai's mind went empty, as if she couldn't recall why this person would be here.

In the kitchen, Wen Yuancheng's eyes were also fixed on Su Ruobai, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of his eyebrows.

His young wife was only wearing a loose white shirt that barely covered her buttocks. It draped loosely over her body, exposing her long and slender thighs in the air. The baggy shirt accentuated her thin and tall figure, with the collar slightly wide open, revealing glimpses of fair skin underneath. With sleepy eyes, it seemed as though he had not yet awakened from a beautiful dream, staring blankly at himself, looking incredibly cute and dazed.

It must be said that his little wife possesses the potential to turn someone into a wolf.

"Are you hungry? Breakfast will be ready soon," Wen Wannian was the first to speak, breaking the gradually ambiguous silence.

The other party remained standing in place, and after an unknown amount of time, they spoke softly with a tone tinged with disbelief.

"Wen Wannian?"