Lin Yan's expression softened, but she didn't respond. She no longer sought a title; she simply wanted to live a solid life and expand her business.
Lu Chenyuan picked up Lin Yan's phone again; he didn't have Weibo on his phone.
His face turned pale with anger as he saw the clear photos posted online.
For a long while, he rubbed his throbbing temples and hoarsely said, "Soon, these photos will all disappear from the internet."
Lin Yan picked up her cup and took a sip of boiled water.
The warm liquid slid down her throat, relaxing her nerves.
She sincerely said, "The two of you actually make a good match."
A montain too high to climb, one must not indulge in vain hopes!
Had she known Lu Chenyuan's identity from the start, Lin Yan thought that even if she liked him, she might not have dared to get close to him.
She knew her place; what qualifications did she have? Lin Yan always felt that her life of over twenty years had been a rugged patchwork.
