Lin Yan chuckled lightly, "You should understand me; no matter how difficult it gets, I am unwilling to speak to Lu Chenyuan about money in a relationship—mixing feelings with money just isn't pure."
When Lin Yan used the term "feelings" concerning Lu Chenyuan, Zhou Wenbin felt as though a knife had stabbed him right in the chest. He had silently stood by Lin Yan's side all these years, like a joke, as she healed her wounds and forgot the pain.
Zhou Wenbin's smile was restrained and forbearing, his dark eyes unable to hide his disappointment in Lin Yan.
"What can you talk about with him if not money? Do you really think Lu Chenyuan will marry you? Do you believe that getting back together now will be the same as before, have you forgotten that period of time? Do you think he's treating you well now? Don't be foolish, other than money, what else can Lu Chenyuan give you?"
Zhou Wenbin's words were undoubtedly a bucket of ice-cold water poured from the head down to Lin Yan's feet.
