The unhappiness of a new marriage...
No honeymoon, no new husband...
Sitting in the yard, learning design on her own with a book. Her eyes grew tired, and the fragrant scent wafted to her pretty nose, causing Wen Nuan to slowly close her eyes.
A bitter sensation surged from her heart, quickly spreading to every cell in her body.
Leng Yan had been gone for a week.
On that day, after returning from the Wen Family's house, he received a call halfway and hurriedly rushed to the United States. They said there was a serious problem with a batch of goods.
Since he left, he hadn't called her once. In the middle of the night, quietly staring at the phone screen, her heart would painfully clench into a ball.
If there is no love in a marriage, she hoped they could at least respect each other. Yet, she couldn't even have that.
"Young Madam, your phone is ringing."
