Wen Han-woo was a straight man, so he wasn't flustered in such a situation. However, the other party had obviously come prepared and described the previous night in detail. After hearing it, Wen Han-woo felt a chill run down his spine.
So from then on, unless it was an emergency, he wouldn't go to America.
That incident didn't leave him with much of a trauma, but he still felt uncomfortable. Especially that man — he was famous for being gay in the upper-class society at the time. Wen Han-woo didn't care what others thought of him, but in his heart, he hated people like that.
But now that he heard Xinwan's words, he seemed to suddenly understand something.
Five years ago, the person he slept with was her. It didn't matter if he really walked into the wrong room or not. What was important was that after she left, that man came in and then pretended to have a one-night stand with him!
But this matter would be clear if he got someone to investigate the hotel he stayed at that year.
And just now, he had suddenly made a move on Xinwan to get to the bottom of this matter. Now that it was clear, he should get up immediately. But he suddenly felt uncomfortable when the woman beneath him looked at him with such conflicting emotions.
Did she hate him that much?
The man's fingers were still inside the woman's body. That soft, smooth, tight, and warm feeling made the fire in his body slowly burn again. Wen Han-woo's breathing deepened. Just as he was about to bend down, the bedroom door behind him suddenly opened. Then he heard Han Eemo scream like she had seen a ghost.
"What are you doing?!"
Xinwan felt like she was facing the end of the world. She didn't see Han Eemo, but she heard her voice. Just thinking about it, she could imagine how interesting her expression would be.
Wen Han-woo was also a little embarrassed. He quickly helped Xinwan straighten her clothes and quickly got up from the bed to block her. He frowned at Han Eemo, who had barged in without knocking and still looked angry.
"Mom, shouldn't you knock before entering my room?"
Han Eemo's expression was very ugly. When she walked to the door just now, she heard an abnormal sound inside. After all, she was an experienced person. How could she not know what had happened?
However, she could not believe that Hanwoo had never cared about this woman after marrying into Family Wen for so many years. Now that they were divorced, she had "counterattacked".
Han Eemo didn't like her ex-daughter-in-law. Even with Tong Yanyu around, she still didn't like her. She even hated her.
There was no real reason for her dislike. It was probably because she was arrogant and looked down on people like Xinwan, just like how she looked down on Tong Qing Meng.
"There are so many people downstairs. How can the two of you say that I didn't knock? You didn't close the door either."
Han Eemo snorted. When she saw how protective Wen Han-woo was of the woman behind him, she became even more annoyed. "Xiao Yu is looking for you downstairs."
The "you" she was referring to was naturally Xinwan.
In just a short while, Xinwan had almost finished straightening her clothes. However, Wen Han-woo seemed to have torn her dress a little. It was originally a half-length dress, but now it looked like a cheongsam. There was a big tear at the side and she couldn't see anyone. She hid on the bed, not knowing what to do.
"I know, Mom. You can go down first. We'll be right down."
When Han Eemo saw this, she felt really uncomfortable. However, no matter how brainless she was, since Wen Han-woo had said that, she couldn't stay any longer. She snorted and turned to leave.
When Xinwan heard the sound of the door closing, she heaved a sigh of relief. However, when she lifted her head, Wen Han-woo had already stood up. There was nothing wrong with his clothes. He looked immaculately dressed as he towered over Xinwan. "Wait here for a moment. I'll get you a change of clothes."
This beast. He had just done such a thing to her, but now he acted as if nothing had happened. Xinwan really hated him. However, in this situation, she couldn't kill him. Even scolding him was a waste of energy. Looking at her dress, she could only bite her lip. Without a word, she picked up the blanket beside her and covered her lower body.
Wen Han-woo looked at her stubborn little face and then at her conservative attempt to cover up her "spring scenery" in front of him. He sneered and leaned closer to her. "What are you covering up? Which part of your body haven't I touched? Why do you have to go through so much trouble to cover it up? "
Xinwan was so angry that her whole body trembled. She really wanted to reach out and slap this annoying man, but he moved too quickly. After he finished speaking, he had already stood up and walked out of the room.
Xinwan felt like she was about to collapse. Her body was still boiling hot. Even her legs under the blanket seemed to be faintly trembling.
If Han Yimo hadn't suddenly rushed in just now, would she have already been taken by him?
She shook her head and didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Six years ago, when she married Wen Han-woo, she never thought that there would really be anything between her and Wen Han-woo. She never thought that a year later, such a melodramatic night would happen in America. However, in these five years, she never thought that even if the two of them had a night of memories due to a freak combination of factors, it would change their paths. But now?
The two of them had unknowingly evolved into this.
She didn't know if it was because she was too sensitive, but she kept feeling that the two of them were walking on a completely different path from the beginning.
She knew very well that something was slowly changing. It was a change that she didn't want to see, but she was powerless to control it.
What exactly was wrong?
Was there something wrong with Wen Han-woo, or was there something wrong with her? Or was there something wrong with both of them?
A person could think of ways to deceive the whole world, but they definitely couldn't deceive their own heart. Xinwan knew all too well that the frequency of her heartbeat now, the ferocious surge of emotions in her body when she thought of Wen Han-woo hugging her, all of them were telling her that she was very abnormal.
"Young Mistress."
The helper stood at the door, holding a set of clothes in her hands. She knocked on the door. Xinwan hurriedly snapped out of her daze. The helper had already walked in. Her expression was incomparably awkward. She subconsciously pulled the thin blanket over her body and cursed Wen Han-woo thousands of times in her heart.
Did he do it on purpose?
He purposely let the helper in with the clothes. This damned and evil man!
"Young Master asked me to bring the clothes to you. He said that he would go downstairs to check on Young Master first. He said that if you were better, you could go downstairs too."
The helper explained respectfully, although there was no expression on her face.
She didn't have any other emotions but Xin Wan felt really uncomfortable. However, out of politeness, she still said, "Thank you."
The helper immediately added, "This set of clothes belongs to Second Miss. Young Master said that you would definitely be able to wear it. Young Mistress, I'll go downstairs first."
Xinwan took the clothes. "Don't call me Young Mistress. I've already divorced Wen Han-woo."
…
When she changed and went downstairs, she happened to hear Wen Han-woo talking to his son downstairs.
"It's almost 11 o 'clock. I know you're still jet-lagged, but you have to get used to it now, okay? I've already prepared a room for you. You can sleep alone tonight. Is that okay? "
There was a hint of fatherly authority in his deep male voice.
Xinwan couldn't help but admit that blood and flesh were really wonderful things. This son had suddenly appeared in his life. He might have panicked or found it hard to accept for a moment, but in the end, he would still find the right place to stand.
She didn't know if this thought was sad or happy for her.
"Be good. Grandpa, Grandma, and Great-grandma are going to rest. If you still want to play, I'll accompany you."
"I just want to be with Mommy. Uncle, where's my Mommy?"
When Xinwan heard this, she was about to walk downstairs when she heard Han Eemo's voice. She sounded slightly displeased, but she was obviously suppressing her temper. "Xiao Yu, you're wrong. You call me Grandma, you call him Grandpa, and you call this Great-grandma. Why are you still calling him Uncle? He's your father. "
With Han Eemo's personality, it was really unprecedented for her to be able to explain to Tong Yanyu patiently when she encountered such a situation.
However, Tong Yanyu didn't give her any face. He quickly said innocently, "I'll also call people who are around your age."
"Look at Han Eemo. This child is really …"
Han Eemo's voice paused. Xinwan thought about her son's innocent face and his words. It was really infuriating. She didn't stay any longer and quickly walked downstairs.
"Xiao Yu."
"Mommy!"
When Tong Yanyu saw Xinwan, he ran over. Xinwan held his little hand and pulled at her loose T-shirt.
Wen Han-woo slowly got up. His gaze landed on her face and finally stopped on her slightly swollen red lips. The marks on her lips were caused by him. At the thought of this, Wen Han-woo couldn't control himself. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. It was incomparably sexy.
It was impossible for Xinwan not to feel his burning gaze on her. With such a big family around and holding her son's hand, she was really uneasy. She didn't even know where to look.
"Mommy, why did you change your clothes?" Tong Yanyu looked up and saw that Xinwan's clothes were different from before. He paused and looked like he suddenly realized something. "I know. You took a shower, right?"
Xinwan.
Wen Han-woo raised one eyebrow. His gaze became even more ambiguous.
Han Eemo couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and said, "It's too late. Let's all go and rest."
She then looked at Old Madam Shen. "Mommy, you're tired too. Rest early. This child is still jet-lagged. You can't joke about your health. You'll have plenty of time to spend with him in the future. Let someone help you to rest first."
Shen Lingxiu was an elderly person. At this point, she really didn't have the strength to help. "Then will Xiao Yu be okay sleeping alone at night?"
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