Wu Bingjie scratched his head in agitation. "Wenjuan, I know I shouldn't ask you to do anything, but my mother's issue is related to our future."
Ye Wenjuan was filled with ten thousand regrets. I shouldn't have been so touched in that moment, letting Wu Bingjie mislead me into agreeing to be with him.
If his mother is really sentenced, then there's absolutely no future for us, she thought. "Bingjie," she said, her voice strained, "my current situation is awkward. Even if I were to speak to the Ye Family, with my uncle's family being so fiercely protective, how could they possibly listen to me?"
Wu Bingjie's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Ye Wenjuan. "I've inquired about it. The Ye Family doesn't care much about their own daughter Chuyunyi at all. The main branch of the Ye Family probably cherishes Ye Wenyue, whom they've raised, even more. After all, you were brought up by the Ye Family. There should still be some kinship."
