Fu Huaian asked.

"Will...?"

Wen Yiru hesitated.

"No, you won't."

Fu Huaian answered affirmatively, "Three years ago, you were only a second-tier star. At that time, Chen Baiyu was already the Golden Palm winner, but when the investors and director of the movie "Palm" approached you, you decisively refused. Why?"

"You went to the year-end cocktail party in England last year. You also met the president of L's China region, but in the end, the spokesperson for L's Greater China was given to another female celebrity. In fact, as long as you got into his car and entered his villa that night, the spokesperson would be yours, but you didn't go. Why?"

These two things were obviously unrelated to Fu Huaizhi, but Fu Huaian brought them up at this time.

Wen Yiru fell silent.

Fu Huaian said in a deep voice: "I always thought Huaizhi liked you because he was attracted by your beauty. But in recent years, I seem to know why."

"Those who can't get it are obsessed with it, and those who are favored are fearless. Yiru, are you sure that you really understand your own heart? So let's get back to the point. Regarding the engagement, even if you deliberately want to provoke me and want to see if I will regret it. But if the object is not Huaizhi, are you sure that you will still agree so readily?"

"Those involved are confused, but those who are watching can see things more clearly. Are you sure that you love me, and not that illusory shadow you imagined?"

Wen Yiru didn't even know when Fu Huaian left. She only knew that she stood alone by the window for a very long time.

In the Venice Concert Hall that year, she didn't remember Fu Huaian and Fu Huaizhi.

All she knew was that after the show, as soon as she walked out of the concert hall, she saw the two men in front of the fountain.

Fu Huaizhi looked at her with a frivolous look and whistled as soon as he saw her. The light in his eyes was the kind of naked covetousness that a man would have when he sees a woman he wants.

Fu Huaian then turned around, deep and reserved.

As if she didn't dare to meet Fu Huaizhi's burning eyes, her gaze fell on Fu Huaian.

Fu Huaian is the type of man she has always longed for in her heart.

Mature and steady.

Fu Huaizhi is just the opposite.

She failed to confess her love to Fu Huaian and rejected Fu Huaizhi's love confession.

But in the following two years, when she was filming, Fu Huaizhi had people send her flowers and gifts.

Whenever someone tried to take advantage of her, he would pretend that this woman was a playboy and take her away from the social gathering and send her home.

Everyone in the wealthy circle of Wucheng knew that she was Fu Huaizhi's fiancée.

But they have been engaged for two years and no paparazzi in the entertainment industry has exposed any of the news.

She didn't give up on Fu Huaian, and Fu Huaizhi didn't give up on her.

The three of them remained entangled for two years.

Wen Yiru couldn't help but recall that year when her uncle called to ask for her opinion, saying that the Fu family was interested in forming a marriage alliance with the Wen family, and specifically named her.

I was surprised at first, thinking that Fu Huaian had changed his mind.

But the next moment, her intuition told her that it was not Fu Huaian.

Sure enough, my uncle said that the marriage partner of the Fu family is the second young master Fu.

"Xiao Ru, if you don't want to, your uncle and aunt won't force you. How about I talk to the Fu family and change it to your sister?"

"No! I agree!"

Thinking of herself who had agreed so decisively, Wen Yiru looked up at her own shadow on the window.

The desire for what you can't get is unbearable.

Those who are favored are fearless.

This is what she is talking about, right? Obviously, if she agreed, the marriage partner might become Wen Yaru and Fu Huaizhi, but she said no.

It seemed that whenever she thought of the scene of Wen Yaru standing in front of her with Fu Huaizhi's arm around her, she felt a little irritated and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Wen Yiru, you see, you really don’t understand yourself at all.

As if she had the answer in an instant, Wen Yiru breathed a sigh of relief and turned to enter the ward.

(End of this chapter)