After all, she knew how much her daughter had suffered.
Speaking of pitiful, her daughter was much more pitiful than Ye Wenming!
"Alright, Mom. Why don't you have an early rest?" said Zhuo Qianyun.
She gently looked down once she saw her mother returning to her room. She raised her hand to her chest and sighed sadly.
Since coming back to the store, all she could think about was what she saw in Ye Wenming's office—Yan Qiongying leaning on Ye Wenming.
She knew there must be something wrong there. After all, Yan Qiongying had nothing much to do with Ye Wenming before, but the sight still caused her chest to feel stuffy. She even had the urge to rush forward and pull them apart earlier.
'What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't care about it!'
Her marriage to Ye Wenming was just a matter of expediency. They had even agreed to divorce in the future.
Even if Ye Wenming was not with Yan Qiongying today but with any other woman, she should not care!
She knew that, so why...
'Is it because I found out Ye Wenming is donating blood for me, so it stirred my heart?
'No, I should stop thinking about it!'
Zhuo Qianyun kept telling herself that, but Ye Wenming's face repeatedly flashed across her mind all night.
Ye Wenming seemed a little embarrassed as he said, "I was afraid... I'd disturb you."
"You could just knock the next time," said Zhuo Qianyun.
'Next time...' The words made Ye Wenming's expression change a little. Then, he told himself not to overthink. The more he overthought, the more disappointed he would be.
He should know that by now.
"Are we going to Lil Yan's school now?" asked Ye Wenming.
"Yeah," replied Zhuo Qianyun.
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