1196: He Can’t Belittle Himself

He Can’t Belittle Himself

Ye Yuwei stroked Wen Shan's shoulder gently, calming her as she cried.2

Wen Shan cried for nearly ten minutes before she slowly lifted her head from Ye Yuwei's shoulder. Her eyeliner was smeared, leaving trails of black tears on her face.

"I don't care that he doesn't like me, but why does he have to be so harsh?" Wen Shan sobbed.

Ye Yuwei helped Wen Shan sit down. She passed her a tissue to wipe her tears and said, "Don't take his words to heart, I'm sure he is not against you."

"Of course, I know he isn't against me. He is against himself. He can just scold me if he doesn't like me, why did he have to say that he is bad and dirty, and that I'm out of his league?" Wen Shan groaned. She took the tissue from Ye Yuwei and wiped her face roughly, smearing her makeup all over her face.

Ye Yuwei, on the other hand, was stunned by what Wen Shan was saying.

Had her aunt's affairs become a nightmare that Nalan Chunbo couldn't shake off for the rest of his life?

She sincerely hoped not.

What did he have to do with the messy problem caused by the older generation?

"He can scold me, but he can't belittle himself," Wen Shan continued with a sob, breathing heavily due to her clogged nose. Her words were full of concern for Nalan Chunbo.

Ye Yuwei was amused by Wen Shan's declaration.

God was very unfair to her brother, but It had given him Wen Shan.

Ye Yuwei grabbed the makeup remover, applied it to a cotton pad and handed it to Wen Shan. "Let me get this straight: you are angry not because my brother scolded you, but because he denied himself?"

"Yes!" Persistence and determination flashed in her eyes. The memory of that night was still fresh in her mind, when Nalan Chunbo lost his temper. He was not angry at her, but he was denying himself.

"If I don't leave, he will keep saying he is trash. Why? He is obviously a darling and a heartthrob," Wen Shan continued passionately. She even accidentally blurted out her inner thoughts, that she thought Nalan Chunbo was a darling.

Ye Yuwei's heart filled with warmth and gratitude. God was not entirely ruthless to her brother.

She continuously passed Wen Shan cotton pads that were drenched in makeup remover and watched her face becoming more naked as she removed her ruined makeup.

"What next? Are you giving up?" Ye Yuwei asked, uncertain. 

"Of course not! I will never give up," Wen Shan exclaimed confidently. She clenched her fists, inadvertently squeezing the makeup remover from the cotton pads. The liquid flowed down between her fingers, dripping onto the floor and creating a small puddle.

Wen Shan's words lifted a huge burden off Ye Yuwei's shoulders.

"Wen Shan, thank you. Thank you so much," Ye Yuwei said gratefully, for no reason other than Wen Shan's sincere feelings for her brother.

However, regarding her brother's past, he would tell Wen Shan himself when he was ready. She, as a sister, couldn't reveal anything.

Ye Yuwei kept Wen Shan company in the lounge as she removed her makeup. After she regained her composure, she applied her makeup again.

"Sister, thank you." Wen Shan took a deep breath. She had regained her momentum and energy to go face-to-face with Nalan Chunbo for another 500 rounds.

In Ye Yuwei's heart, she was obliged to Wen Shan for giving Nalan Chunbo a chance.

On the other hand, Nalan Chunbo's exasperation at Wen Shan had indicated that his feelings had wavered slightly.

It was just that he used his past to bury himself in a dead-end with no way out.

Maybe Wen Shan was his way out?

"Are you done?"

Before Ye Yuwei could say anything, Gu Juexi's frigid voice echoed in the room. His wife had been stolen from him for almost half an hour, and it was time to take her back.

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