Xinwan didn't think too much about it and responded casually. However, her phone soon rang. She casually took it out to take a look. The name on the screen was a certain man whom she hadn't contacted in three days.
The corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. There were many emotions floating in her clear eyes. Tong Qing Meng was also an experienced person. How could she not know what her daughter was thinking when she saw her like this?
She glanced at the phone in her hand again. The name on the screen was Wen Han-woo, wasn't it?
In the past, Tong Qing Meng felt that even though Wen Han-woo wasn't a very good "husband" to her daughter, she still hoped that the two of them could truly "get back together" because they had a five-year-old son.
But now, to be honest, she didn't want them to be too involved with each other, especially that kind of relationship.
She knew that her way of thinking was selfish, but when she thought about the many people around her and the two complicated families, she still supported the "selfish way of thinking" in her heart.
"Mom, I'm going out to take a call."
Xinwan tightened her grip on the phone. Tong Qing Meng didn't say much. She nodded and watched as her daughter walked out of the door. Then she saw her pick up the call and followed her out. However, she stood in the living room.
Xinwan stood in the garden with one hand holding onto a small tree branch as she picked up the call. On the other end, Wen Han-woo was waiting for her to pick up the call. He asked in a deep voice, "What took you so long? Is he already asleep? "
His voice was very low. It was already very pleasant to the ears. Now, it had a different kind of magnetism that made one's heart flutter. "No, Xiao Yu just fell asleep."
"Our son fell asleep?" Wen Han-woo muttered to himself for a moment before he said, "Then come out. I'm at your door."
Xinwan went back to the living room to get her coat. However, Tong Qing Meng stood up. "Wanwan, Mom has something to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Xinwan put on her coat, looking a little absent-minded.
Seeing her get dressed, Tong Qing Meng frowned. "Are you going out?"
Xinwan was a little embarrassed, but Tong Qing Meng knew her daughter very well, so she immediately asked, "Is Hanwoo here?"
"Yes." She didn't intend to hide it. After all, she wasn't an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. She didn't need to hide when she was in love.
That's right, wasn't she in a relationship right now?
"If he's here, why isn't he coming in?"
"He said he's waiting for me outside. Mom, I'll go out and meet him."
Tong Qing Meng was even more worried when she saw her daughter's anxious expression. She couldn't help but ask, "Wanwan, do you like Hanwoo?"
"Mom knows you well. You've always been very cautious when it comes to relationships. I know that because of our family's complicated relationship since young, you didn't have high expectations for marriage and love. That's why you didn't turn back and chose a loveless marriage with me for your grandmother's sake. But now, you know what? You're telling me that you've fallen in love with Wen Hanyu. You've fallen in love with him after your divorce, right? "
Tong Qing Meng's tone was gentle, but every word that came out of her mouth left no room for Xinwan to hide. She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment before she said softly, "Mom, it's true that I don't know what love is, but I don't want to deny that I've been interacting with him a lot lately. My view of him has changed."
Her answer was a little conservative, but Tong Qing Meng's heart sank.
Xinwan was a sensible and independent child from a young age. Once she set her mind on something and someone, it was hard to change her mind. Now, she could feel that Xinwan was gradually getting closer to Wen Han-woo. Her heart was already filled with this man.
"Wanwan, I hope you'll reconsider. It's not that I don't agree with you, but I feel that some things can't be taken lightly."
Tong Qingmeng couldn't bring herself to say that she was completely against it.
She knew what her daughter had sacrificed for her. In her heart, she still hoped that Xinwan could be truly happy.
"I know, Mom. I'm all grown up now. I'll take care of my own matters."
Since Xin Wan had said so, Tong Qingmeng didn't know what else she could say. Anything she said would be superfluous. However, there were some things that she couldn't help but worry about, which gave her a headache.
Would that secret remain a secret forever?
…
When Xinwan came out, she saw Wen Han-woo standing by the car from afar. The Family Jiang's entrance was well-lit. The man's slender body leaned lazily against the car, his two long legs casually crossed. He held a cigarette in one hand, and the other hand was in the pocket of his casual pants. He wore a dark blue shirt. In this season, the temperature difference was quite big, but he wore such a thin shirt, which made him look even more elegant.
Wen Han-woo saw that Xinwan had put on a thin beige sweater and a pair of black panties. Her long black hair was casually let down. When the night wind blew, she would occasionally stroke the stray strands of hair around her ears. It was a beautiful scene.
She had always been baring her fangs and brandishing her claws in front of him. But now, standing there under the orange light, her entire body was soft and graceful, just like the scenery in a painting.
Wen Han-woo thought that he hadn't seen her for a few days. He had been in the hospital for the past few days, accompanying Wen Yuehua. Today, her emotions were much more stable, so he could come out to see her at night.
Actually, he really did miss her.
The man flicked the ash from his cigarette, then raised it and put it in his mouth. He waved at Xinwan and watched as she walked towards him. He also stood up, took two steps forward, and reached out to hold her slender waist.
"Outside my house."
Xinwan was not used to his sudden enthusiasm. She twisted her body, but Wen Han-woo hugged her even harder. The man's voice was deep and deep, right beside her ear, "Don't move, let me hug you for a while."
Xinwan's body seemed to have been hit by an acupoint, and actually obediently allowed his chin to rest on her shoulder. She could smell the strong masculine scent on his body, mixed with a strong smell of tobacco. It didn't smell bad, and actually made her feel at ease.
After hugging for an unknown period of time, Wen Han-woo threw away the cigarette butt and gently pressed his hands on her shoulders. "Is your injury better?"
"I went to the hospital this morning. It doesn't hurt anymore, so I removed the plaster."
Wen Han-woo's exquisite features slowly inched over, his sexy thin lips pressing against Xinwan's. He felt the woman in his arms stiffen slightly, so he simply held her waist forcefully and pressed her into his arms. His lips moved back and forth, then he pressed down forcefully.
Xinwan's breathing stopped, and before she could regain her senses, Wen Han-woo had already pried open her teeth with ease. The tip of his flexible and warm tongue went on a rampage, hooking the tip of her little tongue. His actions slowly became gentler after that.
Xinwan couldn't stand him being so rough. She wasn't an ignorant girl who didn't know anything about the world. She was almost 30 years old, and no matter how shallow her understanding of love was, it was fine. But her body was incomparably familiar with Wen Han-woo, and very quickly, she felt that something was wrong.
Her breathing became heavier, her body heated up, and her heart thumped, as if it was going to jump out of her throat.
"No, that's enough, Wen Han-woo."
"You haven't called me Hanwoo."
The man cupped her cheeks with both hands, slightly releasing her lips, but he was still somewhat reluctant to go back. He stuck out the tip of his tongue, gently licking her red and swollen lips. He felt a fire in his lower abdomen, and it was already slowly rising. His voice became more hoarse. "Wanwan, call me Hanwoo."
"Hmm?"
His breath was so close to her, and he kept calling her Wanwan. Xinwan's entire body boiled up, and her eyes burned. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but she wasn't the kind of person who was timid. In fact, she knew very well that by coming out like this tonight and seeing him, she had already crossed the hurdle in her heart.
No matter how they started, sometimes, feelings were just so strange. These few days, she hadn't seen him, and there was no news of him. Even if she knew what he was doing, she still couldn't help but think about him. At first, she was so upset that she had played that game of "Truth or Dare" because under such circumstances, she had said those three words to him. But later, she let it go.
She thought that perhaps if it wasn't for that kind of opportunity, she would never have been able to step out of that hurdle in her heart.
He had said to her, "I took it seriously." Thus, in her heart, she had also taken those three words as real, and not just a game.
Actually, it was just as her mother had said. They had been married for six years, and he hadn't asked about her at all. Six years later, she had filed for divorce, and he had found his son. Only then did they have the opportunity to constantly interact with each other. At the beginning, she had been anxious and conflicted, but later on, she had calmed down and accepted it. Now, she had really fallen in love with this man, right?
What exactly was love?
Perhaps she still couldn't fully understand it, but she knew that in this world,
In the 29 years of her life, he was the only person who had hugged her, kissed her, wanted her, and said so many things to her that she had never dared to think about, but still couldn't help but want more.
"Is it that hard to call me?"
Wen Han-woo saw that she hadn't said anything, and couldn't help but sigh. "Do you still remember what I said to you when I called? The three words you said to me, I took them seriously. So, Wanwan, tell me the whole story, hm? "
Xinwan's face was a little hot. She was thinking about one thing, but even if she accepted him, it would be fine. But for a woman like her to take the initiative to confess, what was the meaning of that?
She wasn't that thick-skinned. Moreover, he had always said that he took it seriously, so why didn't he reply to her?
With that thought, Xinwan felt more confident. She pursed her lips and said, "Some words don't feel that hard to say when you say them so often. I'm a woman, and you're a man. At a time like this, as a man, you keep letting a woman say it. What's the meaning of this? "
Hearing this, Wen Han-woo couldn't help but smile. Actually, he looked especially good when he smiled, but he didn't smile often. Most of the time, when he was with outsiders, he was silent and reserved, and gave people a distant feeling. But now, he was so close to her.
He hugged her, and his facial features were completely relaxed. His sexy thin lips were slightly raised. This kind of smile entered the depths of Xinwan's eyes, and gave her a subtle feeling.
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