"Yes... let's not break up for now."
Facing Fu Huaizhi's unmistakably surprised expression, Wen Yiru lowered her head to look at the unfinished porridge in the bowl, and murmured as if talking to herself, "I know you've been patient with me for two years. Could you, please, be patient with me a little longer, half a year, no, three months... even one month would be enough."
Her mind was a mess, and the jumble of words spoken were incoherent.
Wen Yiru said softly, "When I was young, our family was well off, but my dad was busy with business, and my mom was busy socializing, so no one took care of me. Later, my dad passed away, my mom remarried and moved abroad, and I stayed with my uncle and aunt. You probably have some idea about the Wen family."
With the man handling outside matters and the woman managing inside, my aunt's life was just like everyone else in Wucheng's aristocracy, spending every day either on beauty treatments or afternoon tea.
