From afar, Song Yan saw a woman talking to Wen Ruan. Her expression was not good, and Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly quickened his pace and heard Wen Ruan's question.
Ye Xiaofan's face turned deathly pale, and she was speechless. Looking at the two people staring at her, she took a few steps back in fear.
“I took the initiative to marry Wen Ruan because I love her. We are truly in love, not because of a simple arranged marriage. I don’t know where you heard some dubious and unverified rumors. Please apologize to my wife!” Song Yan said coldly, his face ashen.
"Also, I'm warning you to stay away from my wife. We're just ordinary colleagues who haven't met many times."
Song Yan stared at her relentlessly, waiting for her apology.
Ye Xiaofan's face drained of color, his expression stubborn. Finally, he shouted at Wen Ruan, "I'm sorry, okay?" Then he turned and ran away.
Song Yan turned around and saw that Wen Ruan's expression was not good. He thought to himself that things were bad, but he was at a loss and did not know what to do. His eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Let's go." Seeing Song Yan standing there dumbfounded, Wen Ruan said expressionlessly.
Song Yan glanced at her a few times, replied "okay," and went to ride his bike.
After riding for more than an hour, we finally arrived at the entrance of Uncle Song Yan's village.
Throughout the journey, Song Yan was filled with anxiety, frequently glancing back at Wen Ruan in the car seat. Sometimes he would deliberately try to get her attention by speaking, but she never responded. No matter how bumpy the road was, Wen Ruan held tightly to both sides of the seat and never touched Song Yan.
Song Yan couldn't help but feel sad and a little wronged.
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