For some reason, An Ruo remembered the scene when she married Tang Yuchen. There was no wedding and no groom. She just received a certificate. It was so simple.
Sure enough, there are great differences between people, but she will not be jealous of Yun Feixue, nor will she belittle herself, because her heart has never been set on Tang Yuchen.
"An Ruo." Suddenly she heard someone calling her, An Ruo turned around and saw An Xin walking into the restaurant.
She walked up to her and asked with a mocking smile: "Tang Yuchen is getting married tomorrow. Do you know about this?"
An Ruo was carrying a bottle of wine to deliver to a table of guests.
She said to An Xin calmly: "If you are here to ridicule me and want to see my jokes, then you are wrong. When he gets married, I am actually the happiest person because I can finally get rid of him."
An Xin was stunned for a moment, then laughed even more: "Just pretend, I know you feel very uncomfortable and jealous that Yun Feixue can get his love!"
An Ruo looked directly into her eyes, and then smiled clearly: "An Xin, you are jealous of Yun Feixue."
"What did you say?!" An Xin's expression changed as if someone had stepped on his tail.
An Ruo smiled slightly, turned around and left.
Some words don't need to be said too clearly, since the other party already understands her thoughts.
Looking at her indifferent back, An Xin stamped her feet in annoyance, feeling very unhappy. She obviously came to see An Ruo's jokes, but she saw the joke and was really pissed off!
After work, An Ruo walked briskly toward the bus, when suddenly her cell phone rang.
She took out her phone and saw that the number had not been saved, but it made her familiar with the terrifying number, and her heart trembled.
Bastard, what did he want to do, why did he still call her?!
An Ruo cut off the call and didn't want to answer it at all. Soon Tang Yuchen sent another text message.
An Ruo didn't open the text message, but got on the bus.
When she got home, she took a shower, took out her sketchbook and pencils, and planned to draw, but she felt a little uneasy.
Her eyes fell on the mobile phone on the coffee table. An Ruo hesitated for a moment and opened the text message Tang Yuchen sent her.
[Want to know about the whereabouts of your father’s shares eleven years ago? 】
This short sentence stirred up a storm in An Ruo's heart.
How did he know about this?
Did he really go check it out?
Is it true, as An An said, that his father and uncle started a business together and have their own shares?
An Ruo clenched her phone, feeling very conflicted.
She didn't want to get involved with Tang Yuchen anymore, but she also wanted to know what her uncle had hidden from her after her parents died.
The truth would be revealed immediately. She couldn't stop caring about it, and she couldn't stay indifferent.
After a few seconds of silence, An Ruo dialed Tang Yuchen's phone number.
The man had just come back from outside and felt his phone vibrate. He took it out and smiled slightly.
Throwing the car keys on the coffee table, he lazily leaned against the sofa with his legs on the coffee table, not in a hurry to answer the phone.
Guessing that the person on the other end was getting anxious, he answered the call and put the phone to his ear.
"Tang Yuchen, what does the text message you sent mean?" An Ruo asked immediately.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Want to know?"
"Have you found anything?" An Ruo asked nervously and uncertainly, "Tell me what exactly you know."
