Marrying into a wealthy family...
Just a few simple words stirred up Yan Xiaye's memories of the past.
Back then, when she married into the Li Family, the Yan Family also benefitted. They moved out of the old neighborhood where they had lived for many years and were no longer neighbors with Wei Qingyu.
She lowered her eyes and chuckled, "It seems your information isn't quite up-to-date. I've been divorced from Li Beicheng for a long time."
"How could that be?" Wei Qingyu pursed his lips, shedding his facade as Qianyu, now resembling the silent young boy Yan Xiaye once knew. After a pause, he said apologetically, "I didn't know, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about." Yan Xiaye shrugged indifferently, "Ending that marriage was one of the greatest fortunes of my life. I don't mind at all."
"And now you're..." Wei Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, curious about Yan Xiaye's current identity: "I heard people calling you Miss. Is it Uncle Yan?"
