The door was closed and Feng Xiaowei's bitter look was cut off.
Why…
Work ability, looks, being thoroughly accomplished in the lyre, at playing chess, at calligraphy, and at painting…
In order to be Lu Zhanbei's most perfect wife, she tried her best to upgrade herself. She was even willing to be like other ordinary women and learned cooking. She didn't care about her identity and was willing to be his secretary and fork out everything for him.
However, all of these were no match for Lin Wanwan, who was a good-for-nothing!
She had loved him for ten years. Such feelings were not something to be forgotten even if she wanted to.
Feng Xiaowei clenched her fists and hid all her hatred and protests beneath her calm appearance.
…
Lin Wanwan remembered what Lu Zhanbei had said just now and was very touched. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to give him a kiss when the man pushed her away in disdain.