Just when Feng Guang thought Shen Wuyan would be speechless, she didn't expect Shen Wuyan to approach with a cold smile. She felt a chill in her heart and couldn't help but back away until she leaned against a tree. "Shen... Shen Wuyan, what do you want to do?"

Although she wasn't afraid of him, he was, after all, a strong and healthy man, and who knew what he might do in anger? She wasn't afraid of Shen Wuyan, but she was just... she felt incredibly insecure.

She herself didn't believe this explanation.

Shen Wuyan suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, saying in his usual calm and dark tone, "Then what about you, who chose an old man as your fiancé?"

"Who hasn't been blind when they were young?" Feng Guang naturally finished speaking and then wanted to slap herself. She secretly scolded herself and raised her hand to push away his hand that was pinching her chin, but she was too weak. She could only purse her lips in anger. She couldn't lose face even if she lost the argument!

Shen Wuyan couldn't understand why she was trembling yet still looking at him with such a defiant expression. Without her saying anything, he took a step back with gentlemanly manners, a pleasant smile on his lips. "Miss Xia has a pair of dog eyes. I'll remember that."

Then, he took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his hands, which had just touched Feng Guang, with the most elegant movements. He left behind a smile that made the girl in front of him grit her teeth, and then gracefully departed.

"Ah! That guy Shen Wuyan!" Feng Guang roared, kicking a tree trunk. But she forgot she was wearing sandals, so she was in an even worse situation. She squatted down, clutching her reddened toes, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Not far away, Guo Ming, who was sitting on the back of a bicycle, patted the person riding in front of him and said, "Hey, Ou Xun, look, there's a girl crying over there."

"Oh." The boy called Ou Xun showed no interest whatsoever; he didn't even bother to turn his head to look at him.

Guo Ming clicked his tongue twice, "She looks like a beauty from behind. Why don't you go and comfort her?"

"Why me?" Ou Xun put both feet on the ground, but because of the person pulling him from behind, he had to stop pedaling.

"Because I got married."

"Hmm," he replied lazily, "marriage in a game."

"What's wrong with getting married in a game? Let me tell you, I'm planning to meet my wife in real life someday. Besides, that girl might have just broken up with her boyfriend and is heartbroken. What if she falls for me if I go to comfort her? Ou Xun, I think you're really too cold-hearted. That girl is so pitiful, you should at least go and give her some tissues to wipe her heart."

Guo Ming's long speech only earned him a bored look from Ou Xun.

"Don't you have any tissues? I do!" Guo Ming got out of the car, took out a pack of tissues from his backpack with the restaurant's name printed on it, and stuffed it into Ou Xun's hand. "Go ahead, I'll watch the car. Remember, speak gently, smile more, don't have a long face. Whether you can find a partner in your last year of college depends on this!"

Sure enough, Guo Ming still had this goal in mind. How could he possibly let Ou Xun have such a good opportunity when he usually flirted with any beautiful woman he saw? It was simply because he felt guilty towards Ou Xun, who had been single for four years with him, since he had found a wife, even if she was just a wife in the game.

Ou Xun glanced at Guo Ming, who was raising his hand in a gesture of encouragement. Ou Xun sighed heavily, as if he were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and walked over.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Suddenly, a pack of tissues appeared in her field of vision, and Feng Guang, who had been burying her head in tears, looked up.

Ou Xun's outstretched hand froze.