Chapter 472: Take Again

Back in the dorm, the three roommates merely gave a brief greeting, which relieved Li Weijuan; she took her basin to the water room, washed up, returned, didn't open a book, didn't turn on the radio to listen to her usual broadcast, but simply lay straight in her quilt, pulled her curtain shut, and stared blankly at the bunk bed above.

Ruan Wan, Zheng Wei, and Zhu Xiao Bei exchanged glances, finally settling on a unified look that said something was definitely wrong, then silently returned to their own affairs.

Curiosity is universal—it's a small psychological itch to know the truth. Zheng Wei was curious too, even though she'd already agreed not to ask or interfere, but seeing Li Weijuan act so strangely, she couldn't hold back. She tossed the book aside, tiptoed to Li Weijuan's bed, and pulled back the curtain to peek inside.

Seeing Li Weijuan just staring blankly at the ceiling, Zheng Wei let out a soft "Hey," startling Li Weijuan, who snapped awake and glared at her: "Zheng Wei! Are you crazy? Sneaking around like that, you scared me to death! What do you want?" As she spoke, she irritably sat up and yanked the curtain open.

Zheng Wei smiled awkwardly, stepped back two paces, and sat on Ruan Wan's bed: "What's going on with your hometown guy?"

"A hometown guy is just a hometown guy—what else could it be? Zheng Wei, can't you stop being so nosy?" Li Weijuan rolled her eyes. "We met in our college entrance exam prep class—he failed his first retake, then I went for my retake the next year, so naturally we got to know each other. He looked out for me, and after I studied a year and passed, he tried again for another year and still failed, so he came to the big city to work. He knew I was here, and since we're acquaintances, he came by to see me."

You think he's alone in this city, unfamiliar with everything—I can't just leave him hanging, can I? These days there are so many scammers, you can tell two types at a glance—one's got no sense at all. I couldn't just leave him unguarded. So I took him out to eat, then helped him find a job."

Zheng Wei glanced at Ruan Wan beside her, who wore a reproachful expression, stuck out her tongue, then turned back to Li Weijuan with skeptical eyes: "Really? I don't quite believe you."

"Believe it or not."

"Then how did you help him find work? I never heard you know anyone."

Li Weijuan smiled sweetly at her: "I don't know anyone, but Old Wang does. I brought him to Old Wang—wasn't everything solved?"

At the mention of "Old Wang," Zheng Wei's face instantly dropped into a dead expression; she let out a cold snort: "Boring! Go stare at your ceiling." She pushed Li Weijuan back onto the bed and pulled the curtain shut. Then she stomped up to the top bunk and went to sleep.

Only Ruan Wan and Zhu Xiao Bei remained, exchanging a quiet smile as they went on with their own business.

You think you can fool me? Li Weijuan lay on her bed, smirking triumphantly, continuing to stare blankly at the ceiling…

By helping Li Weijuan, they now shared a small secret, and their bond clearly grew much closer. Almost every one or two days, the three girls—excluding Zheng Wei—would bump into him, and of course, it was Wang Da's treat. Sometimes it was the big cafeteria, sometimes Xiao Zao.

Mostly it was because of Ruan Wan—her personality was what it was; no matter how close, she wouldn't keep taking advantage of Wang Mou. She always urged him to save money, not to be wasteful. The other two were different: Li Weijuan knew he was a big boss, Zhu Xiao Bei knew even more, so they had no qualms being casual. If anything, they'd return the favor later—without Wang Yan's wealth, they'd just chip in together. Back and forth, no big deal.

Zheng Wei still stayed out of sight; now Xu Kaiyang was dating someone, so he obviously wouldn't hang out with her anymore, leaving only Zhang Kai to keep her company. In free time, she'd invite Ruan Wan and the others—can't just study all the time, right? They all got along well.

Half a month passed like this. One day, Wang Yan was tinkering with a model he'd built. His model wasn't like Chen Xiaozheng's apartment—it was a large architectural complex blending ancient Chinese design; if built, it would be a high-end luxury Chinese villa project. It incorporated the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams of feng shui, architectural styles from Tang, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, and modern lifestyles.

Of course, it was destined to remain only a model, never a real structure. Housing reform hadn't begun yet, and houses still couldn't fetch high prices. People still preferred Western-style architecture—even villas. The wealthy hadn't yet returned to appreciating their ancestors' aesthetics.

Most importantly, his design required mountains, water, and forests, occupying a huge area and costing exorbitantly—no ordinary person could afford it.

He'd originally just made it casually to fake his graduation project. But once he started, he got hooked; lately he'd been enjoying himself, expanding it further and further. It wasn't even finished yet—each building was unique, each layout different. He decided to leave it like this for now; entertaining himself was most important. Graduation project wasn't urgent—he had plenty of time, could always make another later.

While he worked quietly, a loud bang—the dorm door swung open, Zhang Kai sauntered in lazily: "Old Wang, Ruan Wan's looking for you—she's waiting downstairs. I asked her to come in, but she wouldn't. Go quick."

"What does she want?"

"Don't know. Just said she's looking for you. Go down and find out. Hurry." Zhang Kai was as anxious as Ruan Wan.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, put on his coat, and headed downstairs.

Seeing him come down, Ruan Wan instinctively stepped forward two paces, then pulled Wang Yan into a corner: "Old Wang, can I ask you a favor?"

"No need for 'ask' or 'favor'—what are we to each other? Just say it—I'll do my best to help."

Ruan Wan bit her lip, raised her sorrowful eyes to the man before her: "Can you… lend me some money?"

"How much?" Wang Yan asked without hesitation. He knew—it was Zhao Shiyong who'd gotten some girl pregnant, and she needed an abortion.

"One thousand!" Ruan Wan had already planned this before coming. Average monthly wages were four or five hundred; an abortion cost money, post-op recovery needed nourishment, plus a little compensation—two months' wages, enough to be generous.

Wang Yan nodded: "Wait a moment—I'll go upstairs and get it for you." He turned and hurried up the stairs.

In the dorm, Zhang Kai was idly fiddling with the model. Seeing Wang Yan return, he quickly set it down and asked: "What did Ruan Wan want?"

"Nothing much—just borrowed some money."

"No way. Something's definitely wrong—she wouldn't ask you for money otherwise. Didn't you ask?"

"If she wants to tell me, she will. If she doesn't, asking won't get it out of her." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile. "I could tell from her expression—it's not serious. If she truly couldn't handle it, she'd just tell me outright. Why are you so worried?"

"I… I care about my friends. Problems should be solved together." Zhang Kai turned to leave: "Fine, I'm going back to play games. No more meddling."

Wang Yan went upstairs just as a cover. He casually pulled out one thousand five hundred from his space, then turned and went downstairs again.

"Here's fifteen hundred. You hardly ever ask—better to take a bit more."

Ruan Wan took the small stack of cash and clutched it tightly: "Old Wang, don't worry—I'm borrowing this. I can't pay you back right away, but I will."

Wang Yan shook his head, patted her arm: "Don't talk so much. If you need money, it means you've got trouble. If you can't fix it, just call me. Go quickly."

"Alright." Ruan Wan looked at Wang Yan's short-sleeved shirt and loose pants and warned: "It's getting cold. Even if you're healthy, don't show off like this. Go put on more clothes. I'm leaving."

Watching Ruan Wan run off, Wang Yan turned back to the dorm, changed clothes…

Ruan Wan sprinted back to the dorm, grabbed a small bag, packed a few things, gave a quick word to Li Weijuan—who was still inside—to cover for her absence, then hurried out again, running toward the campus gate until she reached a hotel, stood before a door, took a long breath, then opened it and softly woke the man sleeping on the bed: "Shiyong, Shiyong, let's go."

Zhao Shiyong sat up immediately, anxiously asking: "Did you get the money?"

"Yes. Hurry up and pack—get this settled quickly." Ruan Wan gently urged.

"Did you borrow it from the guy who returned your wallet?"

"Yes." Ruan Wan nodded, her large eyes fixed on Zhao Shiyong.

Zhao Shiyong was completely lost—just remembering the wallet was a miracle. He'd slept because Ruan Wan was his anchor. Seeing her even more upset, he quickly slipped on his shoes while she gently dressed him. Then they went downstairs, checked out, and headed straight for the train station.

Zhao Shiyong's school was in Shanghai. Originally, they'd planned to go to the same city after the college entrance exam. But after the results came out, their scores differed too much. The gap couldn't be wasted, so they split up.

On the journey, Ruan Wan said nothing. Zhao Shiyong, feeling guilty, dared not speak. He didn't want to lose his gentle, beautiful, devoted girlfriend who thought only of him. He'd been terrified, couldn't sleep, and barely ten minutes after boarding, he leaned against Ruan Wan's shoulder and fell asleep.

Ruan Wan leaned against the window, watching the scenery blur past, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Suddenly, Zheng Wei's words echoed in her ears: "No man is good," "Li Weijuan's right—rich people are all deceitful," "You said Zhao Shiyong listens only to his mother." Once, she'd thought Zhao Shiyong was just an immature boy with childlike innocence, worthy of her affection. But now—he'd gotten another girl pregnant, terrified to the point he couldn't sleep, and came running to her, his promised lifelong partner, to fix his mess.

But what could she do? She didn't know if she should leave Zhao Shiyong. She was just like this—she couldn't bring herself to be cruel. She didn't know what she'd do if she left him. She remembered how he'd held her and cried before, turned her head to look at Zhao Shiyong, fast asleep with his head on her shoulder, sighed deeply, and raised her hand to wipe away tears she couldn't stop.

Jin Ling wasn't far from Shanghai—even the green train didn't take long. When they arrived, Ruan Wan had Zhao Shiyong bring the pregnant girl. As planned, she learned the full story, then took them straight to the hospital to schedule the abortion. Ruan Wan found a place to sleep that night, and the next day accompanied the girl to the hospital, saying things like "first time," "I don't hate Zhao Shiyong," and just before the procedure, added: "Try to bear it."

After the abortion, she bought the girl some nourishing food, took her back to school, and slipped her some extra money as a token. But the girl refused—it was stubborn. Ruan Wan forced it into her hand. On the way back, she didn't even glance at Zhao Shiyong—not even a word of scolding.

Zhao Shiyong didn't care—he'd solved the problem perfectly, and his anxiety finally lifted. Outside the train station, he grabbed Ruan Wan's hand, urgently pleading: "I'm sorry, Wan Guan, I'm a bastard, I betrayed you. But you have to believe me—I've never done anything else to hurt you. Don't stay silent—I'm scared when you're like this. Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want."

Ruan Wan shook her head, still gentle: "I borrowed fifteen hundred from a friend. The abortion and nourishment cost over nine hundred, plus other expenses—that's a thousand. Don't spend carelessly. We need to pay this back quickly. Save where you can."

At today's prices, an abortion cost only a hundred or so. Ruan Wan spent so much to avoid trouble. Zhang Kai wouldn't have had this much money—but now, with Wang Mou's wealth, spending more was better. After all, this kind of thing was best handled without fuss.

"Wan Guan, don't worry—I'll save up and pay you back as soon as possible."

"Good. The train's arriving. I'm going in."

"I'll see you off." Zhao Shiyong fell silent. He'd done wrong, knew Ruan Wan's nature, and wasn't stupid—he sensed the deep disappointment hidden beneath her gentleness. Better to say less. He could comfort her later.

So, the two of them said nothing, entered the train station, and headed straight for the platform. After a while, the green-skinned train slowly pulled into the station. Ruan Wan looked at Zhao Shiyong beside her, who remained silent, and let out a long breath: "Shiyong, I'm leaving. Just this once, no next time. Take care of yourself."

With that, she walked onto the train without looking back.

It wasn't peak travel season, but as a major metropolis, Shanghai still saw heavy foot traffic. Ruan Wan had a standing ticket with no seat, walking through the carriage until she found an empty gap between cars. She leaned against the wall, staring blankly out the window. Only when she felt the train's vibration, her body swaying slightly from inertia, did she realize the train was slowly pulling away from Shanghai. She could no longer hold back the immense disappointment and hurt inside her—she finally broke down and cried aloud. She couldn't take it anymore.

She had been happily studying in her dorm when she received a call from her beloved boyfriend. Full of joy, she went to meet him, only to learn that her beloved boyfriend had gotten another girl pregnant. She didn't even know how she managed to hold herself together then. Similarly, she didn't know now why she hadn't broken up with Zhao Shiyong.

She thought back to how she and Zhao Shiyong had met, to every small moment they'd shared over the years. The more she thought, the more hurt she felt, the louder she cried, alone in her sorrow…

"Tan Xiaojing was right—Zhao Shiyong isn't worthy of you."

Hearing the voice, Ruan Wan suddenly looked up. At the doorway, a figure stood with arms crossed, quietly watching her. She frantically wiped her tears, but they wouldn't stop—she wiped more, and they flowed even harder.

Through blurred tears, she forced composure: "Old Wang, how did you…"

"How did I get here?" Wang Yan smiled, stepping forward, cupping her face in both hands, using his thumbs to wipe her endless tears. His deep, gentle voice spoke: "You came to me asking to borrow a thousand yuan. How could I not worry? So I followed you all the way to Shanghai—and I didn't expect to witness this. Sorry for stalking you."

Without a second thought, Ruan Wan threw herself into Wang Yan's arms and wailed uncontrollably. All the grievances from these past days, the humiliation of being seen in such a mess, the warmth of Wang Yan's concern—she just cried, that was all.

So, in the moving train, Wang Yan listened to Ruan Wan's sobs, gently patting her back to soothe her, while idly watching the scenery outside.

Long after, Ruan Wan's tears dried, leaving only the hiccuping sobs. She pulled away from Wang Yan, ran to the restroom, washed her face, then returned, leaning against the wall as she took the tissue he offered to wipe her face: "Sorry—I ruined your shirt. I'll wash it when we get back."

Wang Yan glanced down at the large wet patch on his chest—tears from a beautiful, heartbroken girl. He shook his head: "It's fine. A pure-hearted beauty's tears are precious. I'll frame them later."

"He didn't mean to do it…"

That sentence left Wang Yan speechless. He'd sensed it, but he hadn't expected Ruan Wan to be this pathetic. Still, he thought again—Ruan Wan truly was overly devoted in love. Later, she clung to Zhao Shiyong wholeheartedly, even when marriage was near, she still went to see him. If she hadn't been hit by a car then, and Zhao Shiyong had just whispered a few sweet lies, she'd probably have canceled the wedding and fallen back under his spell, utterly convinced. It wasn't about money—she simply had no will of her own in love. She always believed in staying faithful to one person.

"No, I admire you for forgiving his behavior and coming here to clean up his mess. But I'm saying Zhao Shiyong isn't a man—he has none of the responsibility a man should have. Think: why didn't he tell you right after you slept together? Now that the girl's pregnant, he's scared—scared of being fired, scared of her family beating him to death, scared his parents will beat him half-dead—and only now does he come to you? If she hadn't gotten pregnant, would he have said anything? He's got you here, and another girl, Tan Xiaojing, over there—perfect. He says it was just once, never again. Do you believe him?"

"He's counting on your nature—he's taking advantage of your soft heart. He comes to campus, cries to you, plays the victim, makes promises he doesn't even believe himself—and you're fooled again. If it were any other girl, Zhao Shiyong would've been scratched to death by now. Ruan Wan, in my opinion, the only lesson he learned from this is: next time he sleeps with a woman, he should wear a condom, to avoid trouble."

Ruan Wan sighed, silently staring out the window.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'm not pressuring you. Your monthly living allowance is just a few dozen yuan—you're going to eat bran and wild vegetables to pay back Zhao Shiyong? It makes no sense that Zhao Shiyong does this and you suffer here."

Ruan Wan shook her head, hands behind her back, leaning against the wall, gazing blankly out the window, lost in thought.

Wang Yan didn't disturb her. He walked to the other side, lit a cigarette, and stared out the window, leisurely…

At four-something in the afternoon, the sky over Jin Ling was painted with fiery clouds—beautiful. But Ruan Wan had no heart to admire it: "Let's go, Old Wang. Hurry back to school. You haven't rested well these past two days—go get some real rest." She just wanted to return to her dorm, lie on her bed, silently lick her wounds, comfort herself, and find a reason to keep loving Zhao Shiyong.

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "How can you go back like this? Your eyes are still swollen, your face drooping. You can't go like this—everyone will see you're forcing a smile. Besides, you're not in good shape. You've already taken leave—what's one more day? Go back tomorrow. Come with me."

"Where to?"

"What dispels sorrow?"

"Only Du Kang!"

"Exactly. Let's buy some wine, a few dishes, go to my apartment, and get completely drunk!"

Ruan Wan didn't hesitate—she nodded immediately: "Fine. Let's get completely drunk."

They took a taxi and arrived at the residential complex where Wang Yan's house was—another apartment. He'd already spent a fortune on a 200,000-yuan Santana; how could he not buy a few 20,000- or 30,000-yuan apartments?

They bought food from a nearby restaurant, picked up a case of beer at the supermarket, then found the building entrance and huffed and puffed up the stairs. This apartment was also a sixth-floor corner unit with a rooftop, slightly larger than the previous one. The living room faced south, catching sunlight—better than the last one.

"I heard you bought a house, but didn't expect it to be so tidy."

Wang Yan repeated his old line: "I live on campus most days, only come here occasionally—how could it not be clean? Make yourself at home. I'll get plates and serve the food."

Ruan Wan didn't just sit around—she helped Wang Yan, and together they brought all the dishes to the living room coffee table. Wang Yan opened a bottle of aged Maotai: "Want some baijiu?"

"Of course. Your wine looks top-notch, and beer's tasteless—fill my glass." Ruan Wan waved her small hand with boldness.

Wang Yan gladly obliged, pouring two full glasses. They sat down and drank straight away.

At first, there was silence. Ruan Wan savored her sorrow, unwilling to share it. Wang Yan tried light topics, and they exchanged half-hearted small talk.

After half a glass, Ruan Wan's face flushed red. She cried again: "I never thought Zhao Shiyong would do something like this. You know, Old Wang, when he hugged me and cried, telling me, my mind went blank. I never imagined it. Do you know how much pain I felt? My boyfriend got another woman pregnant—and came to me to fix it."

Ruan Wan hadn't drunk much—she'd never drunk much since childhood. Half a glass just made her slightly dizzy. It was emotion, not alcohol, that intoxicated her. With that dizziness, she began pouring out her heart. First, she raged against Zhao Shiyong's wickedness; then, she recalled their first meeting, every small memory—reminiscing, searching for why he'd become this way.

Wang Yan naturally joined in condemning Zhao Shiyong, savoring his wine as he listened to their story.

Long after, Ruan Wan ran out of words. She downed another gulp of wine, face flushed, eyes swollen, gazing softly at Wang Yan: "Sorry, Old Wang—for making you listen to all this nonsense."

"I liked hearing it. Ruan Wan, the more I hear, the more I think Zhao Shiyong is worthless. A child who ignores his parents isn't good—but one who obeys them blindly isn't good either. Zhao Shiyong comes from a good family, spoiled by his parents, and fell for someone like you who forgives everything—he's never grown up. Being a man isn't just about biological gender. He'll never become a real man. You're foolish. Break it off now, before you suffer more later."

Ruan Wan shook her head: "Enough about me. Tell me about you. There are so many things I've wanted to know for a long time—I just never asked."

"Go ahead."

"What about Senior Shi Jie…"

Wang Yan nodded calmly: "Slept with her."

…"You're honest."

"I never lie. Why ask whether you two were together, or how far it went? What's more direct than those two words?"

"You're right—you're thoughtful." Ruan Wan chuckled: "What about Zheng Wei? I know she wasn't joking when she said she liked you. After she came to see you that day, she came back and burst into tears, cursed you, said no man was good, she didn't want to like you anymore—but still showed up around you, trying to get your attention. But recently, after the cultural performance, she suddenly changed—now she's avoiding you everywhere. You're smart—I don't believe you don't know why. Can you tell me? Of course, if you don't want to say, it's fine—it's Zheng Wei's secret."

"Nothing to hide." Wang Yan raised his glass with a smile, took a big sip, chewed some food, and continued: "It's the same problem as Zhao Shiyong's. Which man doesn't want three wives and four concubines? When she came to my dorm, I said…"

Ruan Wan frowned, eyes wide, unable to believe Wang Yan had just said that so openly? After a long pause, she nodded: "Didn't you say something similar to Xiao Bei before? I remember her telling me—I thought you were joking then."

"Don't look at me like that, and don't lump me in with Zhao Shiyong—he doesn't deserve it. I take full responsibility—I'll never betray anyone." Wang Yan shook his head, smiling: "I know you don't like hearing this, but Zhao Shiyong? He's got the desire but no courage. He does wrong, runs away, denies it, and makes you—the real girlfriend—borrow money to fix his mess. Only you're foolish enough to fall for it… Honestly, I haven't been idle these past two days—I talked to his classmates, paid for the info—it's real, not made up."

"I can tell you for sure: Zhao Shiyong didn't just sleep with Tan Xiaojing once. He had another girlfriend on campus before. If you don't believe me, take another leave—follow Zhao Shiyong for two days. But now, with this incident, I think he'll lie low for a while."

Ruan Wan shook her head, not dwelling on it. She blew her nose loudly on a tissue, then downed another big gulp of wine, eating food: "Didn't we say we weren't talking about him anymore? Why keep dragging him back? Annoying. I'm asking you—did Senior Shi Jie know how you felt?"

Ruan Wan wasn't stupid. She'd thought of all the things Wang Yan mentioned. After all, this time it couldn't be hidden—it had to be confessed. Of course, she had reason to suspect many things were already known. Now Wang Yan was confirming them, so she was prepared—no real surprise.

"It was last New Year's Eve, in another apartment… " Wang Yan described the scene vividly, in detail.

Ruan Wan said nothing, her expression unreadable—but she caught the key point: "Another apartment? How many have you bought?"

"Five. I thought housing prices would rise, and now they're still cheap—so I bought and held them. Jin Ling is a big city, an ancient capital of six dynasties, still focused on economic growth. More and more outsiders will come. Even if I don't sell, renting them out brings long-term income—far better than keeping money in the bank."

"You're impressive." Ruan Wan raised both thumbs, offering her highest praise. That was all she could say. Rich, with vision—she believed Wang Yan was right.

After praising him, she asked the question on her mind: "Back when school started, why did you nod at me?"

"Didn't I say? I like beautiful girls—and you're beautiful, so I like you. Plus, I'm confident enough in myself. Unlike others who look at you but quickly look away, showing their insecurity. And if I did that, wouldn't you wonder—'I don't know this guy, why did he nod at me?' Out of politeness, didn't you smile back? And didn't you remember me after that? Later, during military training, we got to know each other, didn't we?"

"Alright, you're soaking…" Feeling a little embarrassed, Ruan Wan trailed off.

"Yes, didn't you notice? I just said I like you. It's just that at first I didn't expect you to have a boyfriend, and I was disappointed. But in the end, didn't we end up as friends? What about you? What do you feel about me?"

Looking at Wang Yan's aggressive eyes, Ruan Wan felt a little embarrassed, but her face was already red, so nothing could be seen: "You're so outstanding, who wouldn't like you? You're knowledgeable, witty, well-experienced, with strong learning ability… mm…"

She couldn't go on, because Wang Yan had already pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. She wanted to push Wang Yan away, but how could she possibly move him? She just stared wide-eyed, looking at Wang Yan in disbelief. She felt her teeth pried open as if they had no defense at all, she felt her body gradually growing hot, and in her completely blank mind, the little moments between her and Wang Yan in the past gradually surfaced. Gradually, she closed her eyes, and she responded…

After a long while, their lips parted. Ruan Wan, who had come back to her senses, lay panting in Wang Yan's arms. At some unknown point, her hands had already wrapped around Wang Yan's neck. She hurriedly let go, pushing against Wang Yan's chest as she struggled: "Old Wang, no, we can't do this…" she said haltingly.

"Ruan Wan, the mouth can deceive, but the body cannot. You're not drunk, and neither am I. We're both very clear-headed." Wang Yan held her as he stood up and walked toward the room: "It was Zhao Shiyong who wronged you first, and it was I who harbored improper intentions toward you first. You never did anything wrong."

Ruan Wan was still struggling, but she wasn't very serious, and didn't use much strength. It seemed she was just finding herself an excuse for comfort. She had resisted, she hadn't let anyone down.

She shed tears, gripping the bedsheets tightly, biting Wang Yan's shoulder…

Wang Yan did indeed harbor improper intentions, and did indeed study Ruan Wan carefully. But he didn't get Ruan Wan drunk, let alone force her. Everything was based on the principle of equality and voluntary consent. He merely gave a push, helping Ruan Wan make up her mind, that's all.

Everyone rebels, and Ruan Wan is no exception. It was Zhao Shiyong's betrayal that made her feel wronged, made her sad, made her disappointed, made her heart's defenses fall, and only then did Wang Yan get his chance.

The most crucial thing is that Wang Yan is truly outstanding. Zhao Shiyong isn't even fit to carry his shoes. Even if a lover sees a Xi Shi in their beloved, one still has to recognize objective reality. Moreover, over a year of getting along had already given her a good impression of Wang Yan, and she had unknowingly already let him into her heart.

This time when she borrowed money, Wang Yan handed it over without a second word. Not only that, he silently followed behind, worried she might have an accident. How could she not be moved? And at such a critical moment when her heart's defenses had fallen, even the slightest bit of emotion would be infinitely magnified, warming her withered heart.

She couldn't bring herself to break up with Zhao Shiyong, so how could she bring herself to refuse Wang Mou?

As for the matter of Wang Mou being amorous, he told the truth, but who would consider so many things at such a moment? The expression of emotions is what comes first.

The deed was done first; the relationship would be considered afterward…

In short, he's just not a good guy…