Yan Weiyang meant no more to him than any other stranger on the street.
If there was any difference, it was probably that her status was slightly higher, but that was irrelevant to him.
"Wife, Yan Weiyang lives next door."
"Next door?" Xia Weibao was startled, "The Presidential Mansion?"
"Yes, she's Yan Fei's cousin, and the Yan Family wanted to arrange a marriage alliance with the Lu Family. Indeed, discussions occurred.
But they talked with my father, which is probably how the matter of her being my fiancée came about.
As for the outcome of their negotiations, I don't know. I never cared, so you shouldn't either.
Just know that my wife is you, you are my, Lu Hualiang's, only wife. Ignore everything else and don't listen to the idle chatter of others."
It's better to mention these things to her, so that no one can take advantage of any loopholes.
After all, whether fiancée or wife, she is the only one. He had a clear conscience.
"Your dad?" Xia Weibao was somewhat puzzled.
