Regarding Su Yiwen’s sudden appearance, Tao Leke was momentarily surprised but quickly regained her composure. Nothing could really shock her anymore. As for him wanting to argue, she had no interest in engaging.
Su Yiwen approached, his expression complex. He wasn’t devoid of emotion, but most times, he couldn’t express personal feelings, except when it came to this little woman; he could never let go. “Lele… let’s go home, okay?” Su Yiwen reached out, his words filled with fatigue and helplessness, as if that “okay” was a compromise.
Tao Leke stepped back, her face expressionless, her voice icy, “Director Su, it’s not easy for you to leave your new love to find me, the abandoned wife. Should I thank you?”
Su Yiwen’s brows furrowed, ignoring her sarcasm, “Lele, be good, don’t make a scene. Let’s talk at home.”
Tao Leke let out a mocking laugh, finding his attitude even more ridiculous. In his eyes, she was just a naive child. Her actions at the club must have embarrassed him, and now he was here to lecture her under the guise of bringing her home. What he cared about was probably his reputation, not the affection he once had for her.
“Han Xu, let’s go,” Tao Leke turned away, speaking softly.
Han Xu hesitated, his position now quite awkward. He indeed liked Tao Le, but it was clear to any observer that this was a matter between husband and wife, and as an outsider, he shouldn’t intervene. Under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t get involved. Seeing Han Xu standing still, Tao Le said, “Aren’t you leaving? Then I’ll take a taxi by myself.” Han Xu panicked and caught up with her, “If you two have something to say, just talk it out, why do you have to…” “Han Xu!” Tao Le, visibly angry, shouted his name, “Are you still my friend? Or is your police car too prestigious for me to sit in?” “Alright, I’ll shut up, okay?” Han Xu thought to himself that he didn’t want to get involved in this mess, but now he had no choice.
