Leng Mohan was somewhat surprised by this sudden question.

He simply nodded, his voice firm, "Of course she is my wife, how can she be fake? If you have nothing else to do, please go back. I'm going to go back and rest first."

Wang Li arrived right after him, with a look of disbelief on his face. He stared at Leng Mohan and asked, "Are you telling the truth? What are you going to do about Zhou Wenwen?"

Leng Mohan frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Wang Li indifferently, with a bit of coldness in his tone: "My wife is her, what does she have to do with Zhou Wenwen?"

"Don't you know anything about it? Zhou Wenwen has loved and protected you for three years. She is extremely beautiful and capable, not to mention that she is the daughter of the commander of the second regiment. This is a fact known to the entire army. Everyone thought that you would get together." Wang Li's words were full of astonishment.

When Luo Jiaojiao behind the door heard Zhou Wenwen's name, the figure of the beauty she saw today emerged in her mind.

Not only is she good-looking and a member of the art troupe, but she is also the daughter of the troupe leader, which undoubtedly puts her at a higher starting point.

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling a little bitter. Even if it was her, faced with such a choice, she would probably prefer Zhou Wenwen.

Luo Jiaojiao recalled Leng Mohan's silent consent, which allowed her to sit in the passenger seat, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. My heart suddenly felt cold and the lunch box in my hand fell to the ground, but fortunately it did not fall out.

"Just because Zhou Wenwen likes me, does that mean I have to be with her? If that's the case, then wouldn't I have to be with countless people? I'm not familiar with her, so don't say anything. It's not good to ruin my reputation. If it weren't for my good memory, I might not even remember who she is."

Leng Mohan's heart tightened slightly when he heard the noise in the house. He pushed open the door and saw Luo Jiaojiao squatting on the ground. He walked over and gently pulled her up.

When Luo Jiaojiao heard Leng Mohan's words, whether it was out of preservation of her face or he really had no interest in her, she felt a little comforted.

"I'm really sorry, I couldn't keep my hands steady and let the lunch box fall to the ground." Luo Jiaojiao stood up with Leng Mohan's help. Her eyes were a little evasive and she glanced at Leng Mohan guiltily. In fact, she was distracted because she overheard their conversation, which led to this mistake.

"It's okay, as long as you are not hurt." Leng Mohan calmly picked up the lunch box on the ground. Since it was filled with dry rice and no soup spilled, it did not cause too much trouble.

When Mu Bai and Wang Li first saw Luo Jiaojiao's face, they were both stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. Their pupils suddenly dilated, as if they were frozen by some force, and they even forgot to blink.

Luo Jiaojiao's beauty, like a bright star, instantly lit up their world and shocked them.

Wang Li's lips trembled slightly, and he tried to speak, but found that he could no longer make a sound.

The surprise in his heart surged like a tide, almost drowning him. He swallowed hard, turned his gaze to Leng Mohan, and suddenly realized something. No wonder he looked down on Zhou Wenwen. It turned out that in his world, he already had such a beautiful sweetheart.

Wang Li glanced at Luo Jiaojiao and secretly admired her in his heart.

If he were in Leng Mohan's position, he would probably make the same choice. Status and power can be gained through hard work, but relying on a woman's support is not what a real man does.