Throughout the meal, Jian Mingcheng was once again unresponsive.
Wan Yu felt like she was being jerked between fire and ice—first lifted high, then cruelly dropped.
"Auntie, I won't stay the night. I should get going."
She waited, hoping Jian Mingcheng would offer to see her home.
Instead, she just heard him say, "Drive safely then."
Jian Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes. What a blockhead.
Drive what, seriously! Can't he see I'm waiting for him?
Jian Xi walked Wan Yu out.
Wan Yu's eyes were already red. "You see? I keep telling myself not to get my hopes up, and then he gives me a reason to hope."
She sobbed. "I'm never bothering with him again."
After speaking, she got into the car, then suddenly rolled down the window. "Do you want to join me for a drink?"
Fearing Jian Xi would refuse, she quickly added, "I'll have alcohol, you can have orange juice. And if Si Yuhuan calls you, I promise I'll let you go."
