Wu Bingjie crossed his legs and took a sip of tea, unable to hide the smug expression on his face.
Back then, he did indeed have feelings for Zhang Wenjuan; otherwise, he wouldn't have disregarded his family's objections and followed her to the countryside in Ji City.
But now everything has changed; how could he possibly marry someone who has ruined her reputation?
If she hadn't sent someone to bring him a message, he would almost have forgotten about her.
But whether what she said was true or not would be known once she returned to Beijing.
Once he got what she mentioned, he likely wouldn't spare her another glance.
Thinking of the good prospects, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Wu Shengjun, who was pouring water for himself, missed the expression on Wu Bingjie's face earlier: "Son, that wife of yours from the countryside..."
