Before dawn the next day, Wen Nuan was already awake.
Downstairs in the living room it was a noisy bustle, as if everyone was already up. Wen Nuan glanced back and saw her phone screen dark, still pressed to her ear, Fu Mingyu's steady breathing faintly audible.
Smiling to herself, Wen Nuan hung up, got out of bed, and went to shower and wash up.
When Wen Nuan went downstairs, she saw that there were already many more people in the living room; at a glance, hardly any familiar faces.
Stepping out of the villa, a breath of chill air hit her in the face, and Wen Nuan couldn't help sneezing.
She walked all the way out and saw Wen Manor already decked out in a riot of flowers. Outside the wide-open gates, many cars were parked, each more luxurious than the last.
What surprised Wen Nuan even more was the hundreds of reporters and cameramen striding in grandly with their cameras on their shoulders.
