On the trip back to Moscow, Su Tao would occasionally look at Jiang Qinghan, feeling worried. Although Jiang Qinghan was silent without any revelation in her expression, Su Tao knew that her heart was in turmoil. When a tear rolled down her cheek, Su Tao couldn’t help holding onto her shoulder. At this moment, the usually tough woman was like any other woman; she needed a shoulder to lean on.

Jiang Qinghan leaned her face on Su Tao’s shoulder. She knew that Yan Sun was pretending to lose his memory, but at the same time, she could tell that the Russian woman had real feelings for Yan Sun. The eyes wouldn’t lie, and from the beginning to the end, Agata only had Yan Sun in her eyes. Those were genuine emotions, and it’s impossible to escape from the eyes of Jiang Qinghan.

As for the gentleness that Yan Sun showed to Agata, that wasn’t an act either.

She initially thought that she finally found her long lost husband, but in the blink of an eye, he had become so cold and ruthless. It felt like a massive...