Wen Xun stared at the strange woman in the mirror, his fingertips unconsciously picking at the pale pink scar on his collarbone. Seven years later, it's still there, like a faded mark.
"Xunxun, did you hear what mom said?"
His mother's voice came from behind, with the cautious vibrato that Wen Xun had been familiar with for more than twenty years. She turned her head and saw her mother standing at the door of the dressing room, holding a crumpled tissue in her hand.
"I heard it." Wen Xun said, his voice so calm that he was surprised.
My mother took a few steps closer. The skirt of the wedding dress was too big and took up most of the room. She had to squeeze in sideways. "The Zhou family... If the Zhou family is willing to help, your father's company will be saved. That kid Yu Heng, you have known him since he was a child, he..."
"He likes Wen Yuan." Wen Xun took over, his tone seemed to be stating that it would rain tomorrow.
The mother's face turned pale instantly.
Intention: soft spot