Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

As soon as Wen Ling nodded in agreement, a fierce quarrel broke out from the old man of the Wen family.

"Wen Qian, how dare you let me be his mother?"

Jiang Shan stood in front of the two old men from the Jiang and Wen families with her arms crossed, shaking her hair.

"I came here today to inform the two old gentlemen that I am getting a divorce from Wen Qian."

She had always looked down on Wen Qian. If the old man in her family had not forced her to marry him, she would not have been able to resist and would not have married such a man.

"Shanshan, what are you talking about?"

The old man of the Jiang family glared at her, but Jiang Shan remained unmoved and threw the divorce agreement in her hand to Wen Qian, then looked at the old man of the Jiang family.

"Dad, I didn't have the strength to resist before, so I let you control me. Now you can't control me."

She devotes herself to her work day and night just to be able to be her own master.

"Jiang Shan!"

The old man of the Jiang family was so angry that his face turned red. All the guests at the scene were watching this farce. The old man of the Wen family also looked ugly. After all, today was his birthday party, but his daughter-in-law was so disrespectful to him.

Old Madam Jiang looked at her daughter with a headache. When she saw Wen Ling, she stepped forward and pulled her over.

"Shanshan, you said you want a divorce, and you don't even think about your child?"

Jiang Shan remained unmoved, not even glancing at Wen Ling. "I'll think about her, but who else will think about me?"

Seeing that Wen Ling couldn't persuade her, Old Madam Jiang let go of Wen Ling's hand and sat back in her original seat.

Wen Ling found it quite funny. If he thought she was useful, he would pull her over, but if he saw she was useless, he would immediately discard her without hesitation.

The message alert on the phone rang again, and on the cold, glowing screen was the message from Su Mu.

Grandma made delicious almond pastries tonight. I can bring some to you tomorrow.

She always brought him food, and when he saw the fragrant and crispy almond cookies made by his grandmother in the evening, he immediately thought of her.

Wen Ling's entire mind was in a state of numbness, as if his brain had frozen and he had lost even the most basic ability to think.

I just tapped the keyboard half-consciously, not even realizing what I was saying.

All she knew was what she had sent and what the other party had replied to, and she mechanically sent another message.

Then she stared at her phone in a daze, as if waiting for a reply from the other party.

"You kid, your parents are about to get divorced, and you don't even try to persuade them."

Wen Ling looked up and saw Old Lady Jiang standing in front of her, pushing her.

"Go and persuade your mother."

Wen Ling couldn't even muster up a sarcastic laugh now. She was insignificant and had no influence, so what effect could she have?

However, Wen Ling still took the opportunity to leave the Wen family's old house. She knew that the condition of this body was very bad and there was no benefit in staying there any longer.

Wen Ling asked the driver to take her to the city. As she walked along the crowd, feeling the cold wind, her legs became numb from walking, and only then did she begin to feel the hustle and bustle of the world.

This is a good sign, meaning her mood is slowly improving.

Wen Ling sniffed her red nose. In the past, the bodies she entered into small worlds were all healthy. This was the first time she had a mental illness.

This was also the first time she realized how various hormones in the body control our emotions.

The body she entered was problematic in itself, causing her to become depressed. Just now at the Wen family's old house, she felt a sense of loneliness she had never felt before. It felt like she was the only one going back and forth between the various small worlds to complete missions, which was boring and lonely.

Now her mood has improved and her thoughts have also begun to change. It is no longer boring. The people in each small world are very different. It is interesting to go to different times and experience different lives. She is not lonely because she can meet people who care about her in each small world.

Feeling much better, Wen Ling slowly walked towards the community.

When Wen Ling arrived at the door of the Wen family, he saw Su Mu sitting on the stairs and was stunned.

Hearing footsteps, Su Mu looked up and met Wen Ling's gaze.

"You're back."

"Why are you here?"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and Wen Ling was surprised.

After hearing Wen Ling's words, Su Mu clenched the paper bag in his hand helplessly.

"I'll bring you some almond pastry."

Wen Ling's expression froze, and she thought of something, then opened her phone and saw the chat history between the two.

She saw her two replies, one of which was that Su Mu said he would bring her almond cookies tomorrow.

At that time, she replied the message subconsciously without taking it to heart.

Why tomorrow? Can't we do it now?

This was her reply. Then Su Mu asked for her address, and Wen Ling sent the address as he asked.

Wen Ling raised her eyes to look at Su Mu and saw that his nose was red from the cold and his hair was a little messy.

She walked in the downtown area for a long time without realizing it, and she didn't know how long it had been. How long had he been there?

"How long have you been here?"

Wen Ling felt that her mood had dropped again, and she felt sad and uncomfortable in her heart.

Su Mu stood up and said, "It won't be long. I'll give it to you. It's still warm."

Su Mu curved his eyebrows, his expression soft, reflecting a little light from the street lights on both sides.

My heart ached even more. "Are you stupid? How can this almond biscuit not be warm when you hold it in your arms?"

Wen Ling reached out and held his hand, which was icy cold. The almond pastry was warm, but her hand was as cold as a popsicle.

When Su Mu felt something warm on his hand, his eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and he retracted his claws uncomfortably.

"Won't you message me when you get there?"

Su Mu was stunned by Wen Ling's angry voice. It was the first time he saw her lose her temper. He blinked his eyes in confusion.

Wen Ling lost her temper at this look, but she also despised herself in her heart. People brought you pastries with good intentions, but you didn't even thank them.

Why are you so fierce?

Wen Ling sniffed, feeling that all the cold wind and steps she had taken in the busy city were in vain.

Opening the paper bag, Wen Ling saw the small almond cookies made by Grandma Su. She reached out to take one. Maybe it was because her hands were cold, but the almond cookies she picked up were not warm but hot.

I put one in my mouth. It was just as Su Mu described, very fragrant and tasted good, but the more I ate, the more uncomfortable I felt.

After a while, tears began to fall uncontrollably, which scared Su Mu.

He hurried forward, his eyes, which were usually gentle and obedient, were filled with helplessness.

"Why are you crying? Don't you like it? You don't have to eat it if you don't like it."

He reached for the bag of almond cookies, but she dodged him.

"I don't want to cry either, but I can't help it."

She didn't want to do that, but she just felt inexplicably wronged.

Wen Ling stuffed another one into her mouth. Su Mu took out a tissue and handed it to her, but Wen Ling didn't take it.

Su Mu pursed his lips and raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face awkwardly. The more he wiped, the more tears came. Su Mu felt completely at a loss. He scratched his head, not knowing what to do.

Wen Ling ate the almond cookies bite by bite.

"Can't eat it."

The fierce voice had no deterrent effect at all. Wen Ling, whose bag was taken away, looked up in shock and saw Su Mu looking at her seriously.

He didn't know that his pretended serious expression actually had no dignity at all, but was just a cute contrast.