The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

(Please collect..)

"what--"

At night, Wan'er was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.

She sat up abruptly and quickly stroked beside her, but there was no one there.

Are you used to the cold feeling?

But why——Wan'er raised her head and choked with sobs, the room was pitch black, and there were flashing neon lights outside.

Wan'er stared blankly at the flickering lights in a daze.

"Linfeng, do you really not love me? But why? Since you don't love me anymore, why do you still give me hope, why Linfeng... Are you pitying me? But why, when you are talking to me , with such firm eyes?"

Wan'er feels that this home is suddenly very strange.She sobbed and lowered her head, holding her body tightly with both hands.

"But Linfeng, I love you. If you feel that I have become your burden, then I will disappear immediately, Linfeng..." Wan'er continued to speak, but she was sobbing hard.

Her world was dark, with no light in sight.

Wan'er felt very heartbroken.

This kind of heart-piercing feeling was not the first time, but she still felt like it was the first time.

That night, Wan'er suffered from insomnia.

She couldn't sleep at night.

"You're back." Wan'er raised her eyes, looked into the man's dark eyes, and reached out to take the clothes from the man. "Linfeng, you're hungry. Come—"

Wan'er stared blankly at the man, her body trembling.

Looking at him, her heart suddenly warmed up, but only suddenly.

"Wan'er, thank you. In the past few days, I—"

"Okay. Let's eat, it's very delicious, and you can't eat it outside..." Wan'er said quickly, choking on her sobs.

Her fingers clenched tightly.

don't want to hear.

She didn't want to hear the stories he made up, the words that were easy to believe.

Wan'er pulled out the chair and let the man sit down.

"Wan'er's cooking is the best meal I've ever eaten." The man ate, raising his eyes and praising.

It's just that Wan'er kept her head down. The moment she saw him enter the room with a new scarf around her neck, Wan'er's heart broke.

"Yeah, as long as you like it. Eat more, if it's not enough, I can make more—" Wan'er spoke slowly, not caring about the man's reaction.

The man froze for a moment, then paused and said nonchalantly.

"We're going to come to our house in the afternoon as a guest, and my mother will come too. Let's get together. My mother hasn't come here for a long time, and I miss her so much, I don't know—"

Wan'er frowned, still lowering her head. "I see, then I'll go get ready..."

Seeing the back of Wan'er getting up and leaving, the man felt a sense of loss.

"Get together? With a guest..." Wan'er hid in the kitchen, lowered her head and tried hard to choke, trying not to let herself cry, but the tears still blurred her eyes.

She didn't know, really didn't know, what identity she was still playing.

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