Deliberately Rubbing Salt into Her Wounds

Was such a middle-aged man really nothing more than a vagabond artist?

Such an aura that was! Furthermore, the way he spoke, his disposition, and the stateliness he emanated were all extraordinary. And to think that Yu Lili's idea of this legendary artist had been a frumpy and unkempt bum, someone who didn't shave, who left his stubble untrimmed, and who would be reeking with the smell of alcohol—or perhaps someone who would walk with a stoop and possess a weakly disposition.

Wen Fenglin was nothing like that at all.

Indeed, the moment Wen Fenglin spoke, Jiao Ziqing zipped her mouth and kept silent.

Wen Fenglin smiled at Yu Lili and said, "A young person shouldn't have such a quick temper. Why don't you take a walk outside? Xiao Ou, what are you waiting for? Take your girlfriend out for a walk."