She had said these words countless times, but they failed to elicit any sympathy from Feng Wanrou.
She seemed to have made up her mind about Wen Xuan.
And Wen Xuan always responded with unwavering determination: "If my parents were here, even if I fell in love with Rourou, they couldn't do anything about it. Besides, Rourou is right—when you initially agreed for my parents to take me in, wasn't it because of these inheritances? Rourou truly loves me, and we are indeed a married couple, so it's normal for us to receive the money. But what about you? What about you?"
Wen Xuan had never been so angry: "You appeared to treat me kindly for the sake of the inheritance, but in reality, you were secretly hiring assassins to kill me. If I didn't have a strong fate, would I be here today?"
Wen Xuan's aunt was making a last-ditch effort: "Did she tell you these things? She's sowing discord, don't you know?"
Wen Xuan snorted coldly: "I only trust her, never you."
