"What if the person who was engaged to you at that time was not Huaizhi, but someone else? Would you have agreed to the engagement in a hot head just because you wanted to stimulate me?"
Fu Huaian asked.
"Will...right?"
Wen Yiru hesitated.
"No, you won't."
Fu Huaian answered affirmatively, "Three years ago, you were just a second-tier actor. At that time, Chen Boyu was already the Palme d'Or winner, but when the investors and director approached you about the movie "Palm," you decisively refused. Why? ?”
"You went to the year-end reception in England last year. You also met the president of the L family's China region, but in the end the spokesperson for the L family's Greater China was given to another female celebrity. In fact, as long as you got into his car that night, Once you entered his villa, the spokesperson was yours, but you didn't go, why?"
They were obviously two things that had nothing to do with Fu Huaizhi, but Fu Huaian brought them up at this time.
Wen Yiru fell silent.
Fu Huaian said in a deep voice: "I always thought that Huaizhi liked you because he was interested in you. But in the past few years, I seem to know why."
"You are obsessed with what you can't get, and you are confident in being favored. Yiru, are you sure that you really understand your own heart? So back to the topic, about the engagement, even if you deliberately want to stimulate me and want to see me Will you regret it? But if the target is not Huai Zhi, are you sure you will agree so happily? "
"The authorities are blind to the beholder, are you sure that it is me you love and not the illusory shadow you imagined?"
She didn't even know when Fu Huaian left. Wen Yiru only knew that she stood alone by the window for a long, long time.
In the Venice Concert Hall that year, she did not remember Fu Huaian and Fu Huaizhi.
All she knew was that as soon as she left the concert hall after the concert, she saw the two men in front of the fountain.
Fu Huaizhi, who was facing her, had a frivolous look in his eyes. He whistled as soon as he saw her. The light in his eyes was the kind of naked coveting a man would have when he sees the woman he wants.
Fu Huai'an then turned around, deep and reserved.
As if she didn't dare to look into Fu Huaizhi's burning eyes, her gaze fell on Fu Huaian.
Fu Huaian is the type of man she has always longed for.
Mature and steady.
Fu Huaizhi is just the opposite.
She failed to confess to Fu Huaian and rejected Fu Huaizhi's love.
But in the next two years, while she was filming, Fu Huaizhi had people send flowers and gifts.
When she was socializing, he used Second Young Master Fu's name to join in the fun.
Whenever someone wanted to take advantage of her, he would act like a playboy and take her away from the entertainment and send her home.
Everyone in Wucheng's wealthy circles knows that she is Fu Huaizhi's fiancée.
But we have been engaged for two years, and there is no paparazzi in the entertainment industry to expose her at all.
She didn't give up on Fu Huaian, and Fu Huaizhi didn't give up on her either.
The three of them have been entangled like this for two years.
Wen Yiru couldn't help but remember that her uncle called her to ask for her opinion that year, saying that the Fu family was interested in marrying the Wen family, and that she had to be named.
I was pleasantly surprised at first, thinking that Fu Huaian had changed his mind.
But the next moment, her intuition told her that it was not Fu Huaian.
Sure enough, my uncle said that the Fu family's marriage partner was the Second Young Master Fu.
"Xiao Ru, if you don't want to, my uncle and your aunt won't force you. How about I discuss with the Fu family and replace it with your sister?"
"No! I agree!"
Thinking of herself who had responded so decisively, Wen Yiru raised her eyes and looked at her own shadow on the window.
What you can't get is eager to move.
Those who are favored feel confident.
This is her, right?
If she agreed, it would be possible for the marriage partners to become Wen Yaru and Fu Huaizhi, but she said no.
It seemed that whenever she thought of Wen Yaru holding Fu Huaizhi's arm and standing in front of her, she felt a little dazzling and didn't want to think about it anymore.
Wen Yiru, look, you really don’t understand yourself at all.
As if she had the answer in an instant, Wen Yiru breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and entered the ward.