The person had left, and Wen Tang appeared.
She walked over to the small pavilion where the two brothers had just been talking, inhaling the fragrance of the wisteria flowers. It was elegant and fresh, making even her mood more pleasant.
She guessed the old lady would never have imagined this day would come.
"Someone seems to be in a good mood."
Lu Minghao had returned.
Wen Tang held up her high-stemmed glass and clinked it with his, "You're no different."
She had noticed this man a long time ago.
He had been watching her in secret for quite a while.
"So, which side do you favor more?" Lu Minghao sat down on a stone bench.
Wen Tang swirled her glass, the bright red wine clinging temptingly to the glass.
"Wanna hear the truth?"
Lu Minghao was waiting for her to speak.
"No matter who ends up the winner, I won't lose too badly." In fact, she might even come out ahead.
After speaking, Wen Tang's gaze fell on Lu Minghao, teasing, "The real winner isn't just sitting here."
