"We're quite a match, aren't we?" Wen Jiao looked up at Bian Yue, seemingly calm, "I think he's quite suitable."
Suitable.
This word, coming from Wen Jiao's mouth, made Bian Yue stunned.
This didn't sound like something the Wen Jiao of the past would say.
"Jiaojiao... Just being suitable is not enough." Bian Yue frowned at her, softly saying, "Tell me the truth, do you have some unspeakable concern that made you agree to Shen Zhaoli?"
"What unspeakable concern could I have?" Wen Jiao smiled helplessly. She looked at Bian Yue's worried face and said gently, "Yueyue, don't worry. If I really didn't want to, how could I agree? All this is my own choice."
That night, a heavy rain enveloped Xiangjiang.
In a top-floor downtown restaurant, Wen Jiao and Shen Zhaoli dined together. Each sated in their own right, the atmosphere was still somewhat peaceful. The next moment, they both raised their glasses in a toast from afar, and it seemed everything was set in stone.
