lanie held her chin high, her eyes filled with contempt as she stubbornly said to Shen Yanhe, "If it weren’t for Fu returning to the country, we would have been married a long ti ago."
She curled her lip, with a touch of disdain, "I really don’t know what Fu sees in you. Is it because you’re pretty? But you are not as wealthy as , your family background doesn’t compare to mine, your knowledge is inferior to mine, you can’t offer any help to Fu, yet he still chose you."
lanie felt a pang of unwillingness in her heart.
She thought of herself as a princess of a nation, with a status far more noble than that of the commoner Shen Yanhe, yet Fu Yanhe had still chosen to marry Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe’s expression grew even more indifferent, a hint of irritation surfacing in her heart.
She lifted her eyes slightly, her voice sharpening a bit, "In that case, Miss Farrell, let ask you a few questions."
"Did you date Fu before? Were you and Fu in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship? Have you t each other’s parents or got engaged?"
lanie was stumped by Shen Yanhe’s barrage of pointed questions, her facial expression turning sowhat awkward.
She opened her mouth, starting to say, "Even if I haven’t dated Fu..."
Shen Yanhe’s eyes were full of irony as she glanced at lanie lightly, asking in a cool voice, "Since you haven’t dated him, aren’t his girlfriend, and haven’t got engaged."
"My marriage to him is legitimate, how could it be considered as a third party stepping in?"
"On the other hand, Miss lanie," Shen Yanhe smiled, "knowing that he already has a wife, yet you persist in clinging to him, trying to intrude as the third party, is truly an eye-opener."
Ni Na couldn’t bear to see lanie treated like this by Shen Yanhe. Her brows shot up, and she scolded, "Hey! Don’t you go too far!"
Before Ni Na could finish speaking, a cold male voice suddenly ca from behind Shen Yanhe, "Is this the hospitality of Princess Harman?"
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she turned around.
Fu Yanhe had sohow arrived behind her without her noticing.
He stood tall and straight, casting a shadow over her petite fra, exuding a protective stance.
Fu Yanhe’s jade-like fingers rested on her shoulder, patting it reassuringly as his cool gaze fell on lanie, "Princess Harman, what is the aning of this?"
Fu Yanhe’s features were exquisitely refined, his appearance handso. Dressed in a black suit, his deanor was wrapped in mystery with an air of elegance and pride.
His stance as a protective husband carried a fatally attractive force.
The mont he appeared, a flash of admiration crossed the eyes of the won around lanie.
Ni Na’s cheeks flushed slightly, her heart stirring.
She had only heard from lanie how wonderful this man nad Fu was, never having seen him in person before.
Now that she had laid eyes on the man, she understood why lanie was so fixated on him.
lanie’s face struggled to maintain its composure as she forced a smile, "Fu, you’ve misunderstood. I just saw Miss Shen all alone here, worried she might be bored, so I brought people over to keep her company, that’s all."
"Is that so? Miss Shen."
Shen Yanhe’s eyes curved slightly, "It’s been quite entertaining."
She reached out her hand, lightly grasping Fu Yanhe’s slender fingers, and looked towards lanie, "Now that you’re here, you might as well explain to Miss Farrell here about your previous engagent with him."
"She still seems to think I’m the third party who intervened between you two, and this upsets ."
lanie’s facial expression stiffened.
Shen Yanhe’s eyes were smiling, but the hand holding Fu Yanhe’s fingers squeezed tightly in secret.
She was not one to keep silent and suffer in silence.
Fu Yanhe felt the pinch on his fingers, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, though his expression remained indifferent, "There has never been an engagent between Miss Farrell and , and my wife is not a third party."
"She’s the woman I am to spend my life with, whom I sought with all the luck I had in this lifeti."
Ni Na and the others showed a trace of surprise on their faces. She looked at lanie, whose complexion had turned rather unsightly, and asked, "No engagent? But lanie, hadn’t you said before that His Majesty the King had arranged an engagent between you and Fu?"
Before lanie could open her mouth to speak, Fu Yanhe indifferently said, "Indeed, King Harman had ntioned it, but I refused at the ti. If you don’t believe , you can ask him."
He paused, then added, "I had already made it clear to Miss Farrell previously that there was nothing tying to her."
"lanie, is what he said true?" Ni Na asked, sowhat flabbergasted.
Under their gazes, lanie’s face felt as if it had been harshly slapped, stinging hotly.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, the pain helping her barely maintain her composure.
Her lips parted slightly, and in the end, she could only say in an unwilling, faint voice, "Yes."
After uttering that word, lanie’s face showed a trace of discomfiture, and unable to stay any longer, she excused herself and hastily left.
The won following her quickly caught up, while Ni Na looked at Fu Yanhe with so reluctance before turning to follow.
"lanie, wait for ."
"Everything has been explained." Fu Yanhe lowered his gaze towards Shen Yanhe, his eyes wearing a helplessly amused smile, "Can you stop being angry now?"
Shen Yanhe huffed twice and released his hand, "Your performance was passable, I’ll let you off this ti."
She glanced at Fu Yanhe, still feeling a bit irked, and couldn’t resist pinching his cheek, murmuring under her breath, "Why do you have to be so good-looking, attracting all this unwanted attention?"
Her voice was too soft, and Fu Yanhe didn’t catch it; he leaned in slightly, asking with curiosity, "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Shen Yanhe stood up, "I’m going to the restroom."
"Shall I accompany you?" Fu Yanhe asked, standing straight.
Shen Yanhe waved her hand, "No need, I’m not a child."
Shen Yanhe pulled a waiter over, inquired about the location of the restroom, and then headed toward the direction of the restroom.
anwhile.
Outside a lavishly decorated room on the third floor, several soldiers ard with wooden rifles were stationed. Besides them, there were several burly n with the word "immortal" tattooed on their arms.
One among them was the blond man familiar to Shen Yanhe.
Gold suddenly shivered and tapped his companion beside him, "I’m gonna take a leak; you keep watch."
"Go ahead, Mr. Gold."
Gold first went to the restroom at the end of the third-floor corridor, coincidentally under maintenance.
He continued to the second floor, where the public restroom was not available that day, so Gold had no choice but to go down to the first floor.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a woman walking past him.
The woman wore a golden silk cheongsam, her figure tender and well-shaped, her gracefully swaying posture catching even the attention of a man who wasn’t typically moved by feminine charms.
Gold’s eyes lit up, and he whistled at her, "Hey, beautiful."
The cheongsam-clad beauty’s swaying steps slowly ca to a halt, and she turned her head slightly to look at Gold.
Her gaze slowly settled on the tattoo on his arm.
Immortal.
They really had co.
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