That's not an illusion.

Wen Zhaoye sat in the car when the phone rang. Jiang Peitian's voice of concern came from the other end:

"Have we arrived? I've already had the housekeeper clean the house. You can rest now, and I'll take you to the hospital to have your wounds checked tomorrow."

"The wound is almost healed. I wanted to ask if my sister is still at home?"

Wen Zhaoye has been receiving frequent calls from Jiang Peitian lately, and the calls usually start with a discussion about work.

The second half of the interview involved Jiang Peitian asking him about his hobbies and past life. He would always speak in a positive light, never mentioning the hardships or exhaustion.

Upon hearing her name, Jiang Peitian's tone suddenly turned indifferent as he said, "You should go report to the company."

Wen Zhaoye knew the promise he had given Wen Jiaojiao, but he also desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of her, and couldn't help but say:

Where is the company located?

Jiang Peitian replied perfunctorily:

"Jia Ci, but she must be quite busy."

"Okay, thanks."

"I've already started preparing your identity. How about Jiang Zhaoye?"

Wen Zhaoye finally spoke the words that had been buried in his heart: "Can we not change our surname, nor reveal our identities?"

Jiang Peitian immediately understood that he was afraid that outside influences would affect his relationship with Wen Jiaojiao.

His expression suddenly turned cold, as he was afraid of leaving a bad impression:

“I’ll think about it, but you’re unfamiliar with this place, so I’ll have Li Zhu wait for you at your house.”

After hanging up the phone, the car pulled into the manor. Wen Zhaoye didn't even get out of the car before speaking:

"Take me to Jia Ceramics Company."

Li Zhu stood at the door, watching the car circle the fountain garden without stopping before driving out again.

He walked forward and got into the car, looking completely bewildered.

They're so clingy; those three days apart must have been really tough for her.