She went to the Wen family and found Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao knew that what was coming could not be avoided and he would have to face it eventually.
"Auntie." She called her.
Ye Minqiu slapped her in the face and said, "Don't call me auntie."
This was the first time she hit Wen Qiao, her son, and it was even harder than this slap.
Wen Qiao lowered his eyes and bowed to Ye Minqiu: "I'm sorry."
"I don't know what the scene was like, but you can't excuse the fact that his father died because of you."
Wen Qiao didn't say anything.
"Nan Li is determined to protect you. I can not pursue your legal responsibility, but you should not stay with him anymore. His grandfather doesn't know about this yet. If he knows, you..."
Wen Qiao just remained silent. If possible, she really didn't want to leave Fu Nanli.
"Wen Qiao, there shouldn't be only love in this world. Someone like you can't stay with Nan Li, do you know that? How can he face you and his family?"
Ye Minqiu said a lot more, but Wen Qiao's mind was blank and he didn't hear much. He only knew that Fu Nanli's mother now firmly opposed them being together.
Wen Qiao didn't remember when she left.
It was late at night and the north wind was howling. She stood there for a long time. The phone on the table vibrated and she finally came to her senses.
When he opened the message, his eyes suddenly lit up.
She read the text message word by word, her fingers trembling slightly and flames almost bursting out of her eyes.
She slammed the table hard, gasping for breath, her teeth chattering, her knuckles turning white from clenching, and finally, she deleted the text message.
She leaned back in her chair, and seemed to relax completely. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, again and again, as she thought about how to proceed.
Finally, she opened her eyes, her eyes clear and determined.
It seemed that she had only one way to go.
Late at night, Fu Nanli received a text message from Wen Qiao. It only contained a few short words: "Let's break up."
Fu Nanli didn't hold the cigarette firmly between his fingers and burned his fingers. The burning pain made his mind extremely clear. The word "break up" was more painful than the burn from the cigarette butt.
He held his cell phone and hurried out the door, without even having time to call Qin Bei. He took the car keys and drove straight to Wen Qiao's house.
Qin Bei, who was in the villa opposite, saw his young master driving and hurriedly chased after him.
This was the first time he had driven himself since the young master had been in a car accident, and he was really afraid that something might happen to the young master.
The black Bentley was speeding along the wide roads in the city.
Qin Bei and Song An behind were extremely nervous.
In the old courtyard, Wen Qiao sat quietly, calculating the time. Almost exactly as she expected, there was a knock on the door.
Her heart skipped a beat. What she had to face had to be faced.
Isn't this what the other party wants? Only if she satisfies him can he let down his guard.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Fu Nanli was covered in frost, his eyes surging: "Wen Qiao, explain to me, what does the text message just now mean?"
Fu Nanli had said before that Wen Qiao was an excellent actress, and sure enough, she was a very good actress. She said coldly, "It's just what it says. Let's break up."
With a bang, the mobile phone in Fu Nanli's hand fell to the ground, and the family members in the living room were all startled.
(End of this chapter)