Behind his smile, there may be a poisoned dagger concealed.

Su Ruobai couldn't bring herself to trust Wen Wannian, even though they had little interaction in their previous life.

Regarding Su Ruobai's almost icy interrogation, Wen Wannian did not respond at all.

Of course, Su Ruobai did not expect him to respond either. Given Wen Wan's personality in his later years, he would not say anything until he completely let his guard down.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The change he desired had always been unrelated to others.

To live again, it is also for oneself.

After waiting for one or two years, he had some savings. Even if he lived an ordinary life, he still wanted to leave Kyoto.

Yes, the standard of living in the outskirts of the small town is always much cheaper than the cost of living in the big city. Perhaps after he settles in the small town, he could still be considered a comfortably well-off family.

This was his goal.

Without the protection of his grandfather, he is nothing.

Wen remained silent during his later years.

Sitting in Wen Wannian's car, Su Ruobai appeared calm, as if it weren't him who had been relentless and imposing during breakfast.

After an unknown period of time, Wen Wannian turned his head and looked at him with gentle eyes. "Have you calmed down?"

Su Ruobai frowned, "I'm not angry."

"Well then, I must have overthought it." Wen Wannian nonchalantly started the car.

He was always like this, carefree, lazy, and indifferent.

Su Ruobai no longer had the leisurely attitude and casual banter he had when he first reincarnated.

"In any case, you and I are legally married." Suddenly, Wen Wannian said, "On this matter, I will not do anything out of line."

"What counts as something out of the ordinary?" Su Ruobai thought of affairs on the bed.

"For example, cheating and keeping mistresses," Wen Wan chuckled in her youthful voice, "I don't have a kept woman."

Su Ruobai's face turned red.

Wen Wannian was answering the question that had crossed his mind when he woke up in a daze this morning.

"I didn't go home because I wasn't feeling well," the man in the driver's seat continued, "I was afraid you wouldn't be comfortable."

Afraid of being uncomfortable? What could be uncomfortable for oneself? Could it be that while others are at home, one still has some excuses—

Su Ruobai's expression froze for a moment.

During these days when Wen Wannian was not around, he indeed... had been living quite comfortably.

You don't need to worry about anything, just do whatever you want to do.

He has already regarded this small villa, which is not even one-third the size of the Su family's residence, as his home.

At that moment, Su Ruobai suddenly had a profound realization.

After the death of his grandfather, Su Jia no longer had a place in his own family. His repulsive and hideous uncle and cousin, who revealed their true colors like evil ghosts, forcefully pushed him away and "gifted" him to someone else despite his powerlessness.

No need for a dowry, no bridal gift, just like this...

Gave it away for free to someone else.

Perhaps in their eyes, I am a burden, an extra, just right to be sent away.

And how does one feel upon receiving oneself?

Su Ruobai turned his head and looked blankly at Wen Wannian.

He said that this man is a big scapegoat, marrying a young master who brings no benefits to the family, seemingly willing to do so on the surface, but what about behind closed doors?

With this thought in mind, he blurted out the question.

"Why did you marry me?"

Wen fell into silence for a moment in his later years.

"I want to know," Su Ruobai experienced his silence when he didn't want to answer, and didn't want to let him off so easily.

"Do you really want to know?" Wen Wan gently shook her head. "You wouldn't want to know the reason."

"Tell me."

Su Ruobai was confident. He wanted to know the true thoughts of the man before him.

In his eyes, am I also a burden, disposable?