Limited Time Hidden Marriage

After taking off the earplugs, there was a sudden noise in my ears.

Wen Churan lay in front of the French window and saw that the entrance of the Presidential Palace was almost always full of people coming and going. The garden was also full of guards holding guns. Servants were holding things and shuttling back and forth, each of them was so fast that they were about to fly.

The most idle person was the servant who took care of Wen Churan.

She didn't have to do anything after being pardoned. She just had to take care of Miss Wen on the fourth floor with all her heart.

Sheng Shimo was afraid that something unexpected would happen like the last time he married An. In the midst of his busy schedule, he even transferred another servant to the fourth floor.

Two servants were chatting outside the door.

"Before, I thought Miss An would be the future president's wife, and I thought it was a sure thing. Everyone was trying to curry favor with Miss An. Who would have thought that it would fall through? Fortunately, I didn't participate at the time. By the way, should we curry favor with Miss Wen now?"

The one who spoke was the servant who had just been transferred to the fourth floor.

The servant who had been taking care of Wen Churan replied calmly, "Don't flatter the wrong person again."

"How could I flatter the wrong person? I heard that the President will announce the cancellation of his engagement with Miss An at this birthday party! At this time, Miss Wen will attend the party with the President. It goes without saying that the next hostess of the Presidential Palace will be Miss Wen!"

"Haha, you can marry whoever the President wants? He can have as many women as he wants, but the President's wife is related to the entire V country. This position is not something that any woman can sit on! Besides, the two families are not a good match. Even if the President wants to marry Miss Wen, the people of V country can agree. I'm afraid that they will collectively hold banners to protest. That would be spectacular!"

"So what you mean is that Miss Wen inside has no chance?"

"It's hanging!"

After listening to what the two servants said outside, Wen Churan slowly put down the hand holding the door handle, gave up the idea of ​​going out, and turned back to the bedroom.

But the servant's words still pierced her heart like a thorn.

Suddenly, she understood.

Without this An, there will be other Ans in the future.

One An fell, and thousands of Ans stood up behind him - that's the truth!

Just because of the servant's words, Wen Churan had no mood.

She had a simple meal at noon, and in the afternoon she lay in front of the French window, looking at the bustling scene outside, alone in a daze.

She stayed like this for the whole afternoon, and as the sky darkened, the banquet was about to begin.

The servant outside urged, "Miss Wen, the banquet time is almost here, you can wash and dress in advance."

Wen Churan replied, "I feel a little uncomfortable and want to attend later. Tell His Excellency the President later so that he doesn't have to rush to find me."

The servant asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay..."

An exquisite and gorgeous evening dress lay quietly on the bed. Wen Churan stretched out her hand and rubbed the golden chips on it carefully.

She was not throwing a tantrum.

She was just thinking, just unsure, whether her rash attendance would have any impact on Sheng Shimo?

At the banquet, the cups were clinking, the voices were noisy, and it was prosperous and lively.

The cello played a mellow music, flowing freely in the banquet hall.

"Uncomfortable? Where is it uncomfortable?"

In the quiet corner, Sheng Shimo frowned and asked.