Fu Chenyuan's expression was somewhat strange: "You mean, if you like someone, you should bravely confess to her? Is it wrong to have a crush on someone?"

Jiang Wanning shook her head: "I don't understand, because I've never had a crush on anyone. But I don't think having a crush is a one-sided thing. Some people think that liking you is my own business and has nothing to do with you. You don't need to know. Then that person may not actually like that person; they may just like the person they imagine."

Fu Chenyuan's heart skipped a beat: "Perhaps there's a reason? If you don't confess, you won't be rejected. Or, that person's feelings are hidden in their heart, and they're willing to take action but dare not confess because they're afraid of offending the deity in their heart."

Jiang Wanning gave Fu Chenyuan a strange look, and Fu Chenyuan was somewhat excited.

What is he so excited about?

Fu Chenyuan was naturally a little excited. He hadn't formally confessed his feelings to Jiang Wanning yet, but it seemed like Jiang Wanning had already sentenced him to death.

His wife, Mrs. Fu, was noncommittal about the unrequited love, believing that the person she secretly loved was nothing but a mirage, not the real one.

"If you really like someone, you have to move on. If it's just a crush, but it actually comes down to it, you might find that the person he likes is really not what he imagined. That's why some people confess their feelings and then quickly dump the person, leaving the person who was confessed to heartbroken and unable to get over it for a long time, because she also likes him."

"Wanwan, listen to me, I..."

Just as Fu Chenyuan was about to say something, Su Zhihan was already frantically waving at Jiang Wanning.

"Ningning, come here quickly!"