"So, Miss Tong, are you admitting that Qin Fangang is your next destination?"
Xinwan pursed her lips and did not answer. Soon, another male voice interrupted. It was an American English accent, and it was a pleasant male voice.
"My next destination is happiness? I like this adjective very much. Well said. When you go back, use your pen and write well. "
Xinwan frowned. She looked at Qin Fangang, who was standing outside the crowd. She knew that he would definitely come. His car was parked not far from here. She had a headache. Things were probably going to get out of hand. She did not know what the reporters would write about this.
Wen Han-woo stood to the side. His exquisite features did not reveal any emotions, but his hands were clenched into fists in his trousers pockets.
When the reporters saw that Qin Fangang had actually appeared, it was as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They immediately pointed their microphones and cameras at him.
There were a lot of questions, but in summary, there was only one question. Is Tong Xinwan already with you? Is it because of you that they divorced?
Although Qin Fangang had an unruly personality, he listened to everything Xinwan said. No matter how much he wanted to announce to the world how much he longed for this woman named Tong Xinwan to become his woman, if she was unwilling, he would not say a word.
He looked at Xinwan with a frown. Her gaze was already warning him not to say too much.
Qin Fangang knew what was more important. Anyway, he was about to leave City B, so he did not want to complicate matters. He coughed softly and said in English, "I'm sorry. My Chinese is not very good. I can't answer all your questions one by one. Please excuse me."
The man pushed through the crowd. Under the countless camera shutters and glaring flashes, he pulled Xinwan and walked towards his car.
Wen Han-woo watched as Qin Fangang walked away with Xinwan. The reporters scrambled to follow them. His face was expressionless, and his deep eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth sank slightly. He stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed.
Unfortunately, there were still some tactless reporters who came up and tried to seize the opportunity to ask, "Young Master Wen, what do you want to say about your ex-wife being with the young master of the Family Qin Family, Qin Fangang?"
Wen Han-woo's breathing slowed down slightly. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the "thirsty" reporter in front of him. He reached out his large hand and pressed it directly on the man's SLR camera lens.
The man's voice was deep and cold as if it had jumped out from an ice cellar. "A smart person would not ask such a boring question now. Write well for tomorrow's headlines."
…
Xiao Youran took a shower and came out of the bathroom. She scanned the living room and did not see Tong Yanyu. She wiped her wet hair and shouted, "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, where are you?"
"Auntie Youran, I'm here." The little boy's voice came from the study.
The apartment that Xiao Youran lived in was not very big. She could reach the study room with just a turn. She pushed open the door of the study room and saw the little fellow sitting at the big office table. In front of him was her iPad. He was using it with ease. Xiao Youran did not know what he was looking at. The way his little eyebrows were tightly knitted gave Xiao Youran the feeling that he was too much like Wen Hanyu.
"Ahem!"
She coughed lightly and pushed the door open. "What are you looking at? Who taught you how to use the iPad? Don't look at it so closely. It's not good for your eyes. "
"Auntie, you're looking down on me. It's just an iPad. I know how to use a computer too. I'm just looking for a cartoon to watch."
He pushed his little hand and pointed the iPad's screen at Xiao Youran. "Detective Conan" was playing on the screen. Xiao Youran's eyes lit up and she immediately rushed over. "Wow, Detective Conan has been updated?"
"It was updated in the morning."
When Tong Yanyu saw Xiao Youran holding the iPad, he threw the dry towel that he used to dry his hair on the sofa at the side and focused on watching. However, when she saw that Tong Yanyu had been watching for more than ten minutes, she reached out and pressed the rewind button. "Xiao Yu, watch it again with Auntie. Auntie is also watching this."
"Then you watch it first. I'm going to the bathroom."
The little boy jumped down from the stool and did not forget to reach out and pull the collar of his little shirt. "Auntie, don't you have Wi-Fi at home? Can you lend me your phone? "
"What do you want my phone for?"
"I have nothing to do in the bathroom. I'll take your phone and watch it."
"You know how to use it?"
"I knew how to use a computer last year."
Five minutes later, the bathroom door closed with a whoosh. Tong Yanyu tiptoed and locked the door behind him. He walked over and closed the toilet lid. His little body jumped up and directly sat on the toilet lid. Only then did he take out the phone that Xiao Youran gave him. Then, he took out a small piece of paper with a string of telephone numbers written on it from his shirt pocket. His little fingers pinched the piece of paper and dialed the number on it.
Wen Han-woo received a call from the Family Wen mansion on the way. The first call was from his grandmother, Shen Lingxiu. News of the divorce spread faster than any other news. In less than an hour, it had already made the headlines on all major websites. Of course, the reporters did not smear anything about the Family Wen. However, such a sudden divorce was unknown to the Wen family.
Shen Lingxiu had always been against the divorce. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the two children had already signed the papers and even made the headlines. The reporters' words were biased towards the Family Wen. She still felt uncomfortable reading it. Wen Han-woo finally managed to appease his grandmother and promised to go home immediately. Just as he hung up the phone, Wen Haoxuan's call came in.
He was in A City and was also surprised to see the news.
"Father, I'll explain to you about the divorce later. You and Mother are in A City now. If there's anything, we can talk about it when you come back."
Han Eemo quickly snatched the phone away. "Hanwoo, it's not that I don't agree with your divorce, but it's so sudden. Family Jiang didn't play any tricks, did she?"
"No."
"That's good. I've seen the news. You don't need that kind of woman. Anyway, she's the child of a mistress. The two of them are very compatible together."
Han Eemo had never liked Xinwan. At this moment, her sarcastic tone made Wen Han-woo feel a little uncomfortable. He reached out to press the bridge of his handsome nose and quickly changed the topic. "Mother, I still have something to do here. That's all for now. If there's anything, we can talk about it when you come back."
Just then, a call came in. Wen Han-woo immediately hung up. Previously, it was Family Wen, Grandma, Father, and Mother. Now, he felt that the caller was either Wen Yuehua or his close childhood friend.
He couldn't take it anymore. Without even looking at the caller ID, he pressed the answer button. Without waiting for the caller to say anything, he said, "That's right. What's written in the newspaper is true. I've already divorced Tong Xinwan."
For a moment, there was no sound from the other end of the line. Wen Han-woo was stunned for a moment. He frowned and put down the phone to look at the screen. There was a string of numbers on the screen that he didn't recognize.
This was his private phone. Most people wouldn't know his phone number. The person who called must have a close relationship with him. Wen Hanyu said "hello" again, but there was still no response from the other end. He thought that there was something wrong with the phone. "You can't hear my voice?"
There was still no response. He glanced at the screen again. The time on the screen told him that the call was normal. The man stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his thin lips. He reached for his cigarette with one hand and lit it. After taking two puffs, there was still no response from the other end. Just as he was about to hang up, a familiar child's voice suddenly came from the phone.
"Uncle, it's me."
Wen Han-woo's fingers that were holding the cigarette moved slightly. He instinctively put the phone to his ear. "Yes?"
"Don't you remember me? Didn't we say that we were going to meet? "
"I remember."
Wen Han-woo narrowed his eyes and took a puff of the cigarette. He didn't know if it was the taste of nicotine that spread on the tip of his tongue and relaxed his tense heart. Or maybe it was because of this sudden call that made his gloomy and depressed mood suddenly brighten up a little. It was his tone that couldn't help but lighten up a little.
"Didn't you say that you let me find the place and let you decide the time? So I'm waiting for you to contact me. "
The little guy on the other end of the line made an "Oh" sound. Wen Han-woo was waiting for him to continue. Who knew that he would suddenly ask, "Uncle, you just said that — you're divorced?"
"This is an adult's matter. Children shouldn't ask." Wen Han-woo didn't want to talk about things that made him feel bad. He raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. "I happen to have time now. Do you want to come and see me?"
"If you're really divorced, I don't think there's a need for me to see you again."
Wen Han-woo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really couldn't catch up with this child's logic. "Is my divorce directly related to the compensation for your medical expenses?"
"It's related. If you're divorced, I think it's immoral for me to ask you to compensate me. Uncle, are you sad that you're divorced? "
Sad?
Wen Han-woo's lips curved into a mocking smile. In his mind, he thought of the scene in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau where Qin Fangang left with Xinwan. The man's eyes darkened and he said stiffly, "I'm not sad."
"Why?" Tong Yanyu's two short little legs crossed as he sat on the toilet. His little brows were slightly furrowed as he asked the man on the other end of the phone with a serious expression, "Divorce, doesn't that mean that you've been dumped? Uncle, you've been dumped by your wife. How can you not be sad? "
At this moment, someone slammed on the bathroom door. Xiao Youran had been watching anime in the study. After watching for ten minutes, she still didn't see any movement in the bathroom. She was really worried that something might have happened to Little Yu, so she paused her anime and ran over. The moment she reached the door, she heard some sounds coming from inside. Xiao Youran was worried that something might have happened to Little Yu. She wanted to push open the door, but she realized that it was locked from the inside. She raised her hand and slammed on the door heavily as she shouted loudly —
"Xiao Yu, are you in there? Why is the door locked from the inside? Hurry up and open the door. What are you doing? Xiao Yu? Xiao Yu? "
Tong Yanyu hurriedly covered his phone with his chubby little hands.
On the other end of the phone, before Wen Han-woo could say anything, he heard a woman's voice. It wasn't very clear, but those two words made his fingers, which were holding a half-smoked cigarette, tremble —
Xiao Yu?
He didn't hear the name wrongly. Why did it sound so familiar?
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