Fu Jinghen still stood unmoved in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I have packed all my belongings. You can deal with the stuff in the walk-in closet as you see fit, since it was all bought by you; taking it away wouldn't be right."
Wen Qiao looked at his rigid back and spoke resolutely, "We didn't sign any prenuptial agreements before our engagement, which saves trouble. You don't owe me any compensation. Let's part on good terms."
After a while, the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window finally let out a slow "hmm."
"Is there anything else you want to say to me?" Wen Qiao asked.
"The engagement was dissolved by me; mother—," Fu Jinghen hesitated, then said, "I will explain things to my aunt and my sister myself. I won't make things difficult for you."
"......"
What a responsible and accountable good man indeed.
