In the lounge:
The assistant seemed hesitant to speak, causing Wen Ziyang to frown.
Wen Ziyang raised his hand to gently rub his somewhat sore temple and slowly opened his mouth to say, "Is there anything else?"
"Mr. Wen..."
"Speak directly!"
Wen Ziyang didn't like people who beat around the bush.
Seeing that Wen Ziyang had already initiated the conversation, the assistant took a deep breath and stopped hesitating.
"Alright, according to reliable news, Mr. Jing and Miss Fu have already gotten their marriage certificate."
Wen Ziyang: "..."
A deathly silence.
Time seemed to stop at that moment.
Wen Ziyang only felt his heart being torn into pieces, the feeling almost driving him mad, unbearably so.
And then he slowly digested it, enduring it...
Even though that feeling nearly drove him insane.
After the madness, Wen Ziyang knew he still had to return to reality.
...
A long time later, Wen Ziyang's lips slowly curled up, and he murmured, "Mm, she must be very happy now."
