Xia Ran’s voice was gentle, yet when she ntioned that Fu Yanhe had once loved her deeply, Shen Yanhe felt as if a needle had lightly pricked her heart; it didn’t hurt, but it was extrely uncomfortable.
She remained silent, listening as Xia Ran continued, "Before the car accident, Yanhe was very good to . Whenever FY launched new products, he would take the initiative to buy all the bags, jewelry, and clothes to give to for my choice."
Shen Yanhe thought of the wardrobe in her room filled with clothes and bags, her hand tightening around the coffee cup, feeling sowhat stifled.
No wonder he had been so considerate in preparing clothes for her; it turns out he had done it for soone else before...
"Whatever I wanted to eat, he would rush out to buy it for imdiately."
Her voice carried a nostalgic smile, "Do you know? Once, I suddenly wanted sushi from the west of the city, Yanhe crossed half the city that day to buy it and brought it directly to my hands."
"No matter where he went, he took with him, whether on business trips or gatherings, he always kept by his side, giving a great sense of security. Jiang’s mother and Grandma Fu both liked a lot, I..."
"Miss Xia." Shen Yanhe looked up at Xia Ran and interrupted her softly, "If you invited here to let listen to how wonderful my husband once was to you, then I think there’s no need for us to continue this conversation."
"After all, no matter how good Fu Yanhe was, he’s not yours anymore. He is now my husband, a married man. I hope Miss Xia understands so propriety and maintains a social distance from a married man."
Xia Ran, not angered by being interrupted, gently stirred her coffee with a small spoon and smiled calmly at her, "Miss Shen, you jest. Even if Yanhe is now your husband, that doesn’t an you won’t get divorced in the future."
She sipped her coffee confidently and stated, "You’ve seen before, Grandma Fu really likes . I am the one she approves of as the eldest granddaughter-in-law."
"If it hadn’t been for my mother cancelling my engagent with Yanhe on her own, then it wouldn’t have been your place to sit by his side."
Xia Ran smiled slyly at Shen Yanhe, lightly putting down the coffee cup in her hand, "I called Miss Shen here today also to advise you not to covet things that don’t belong to you."
"Yanhe and I ended up like this today because there were misunderstandings between us. Once our misunderstandings are resolved, Yanhe will call back to his side," she declared.
Xia Ran had always thought this way.
Past mories told her that Fu Yanhe loved her, cherished her as if she was in the palm of his hand.
So the reason they ended up in this situation was because there were misunderstandings.
As long as the misunderstandings were clarified, Fu Yanhe would still cherish her like a princess.
Shen Yanhe, looking very confident as if she had already forgotten the Xia Ran who was avoided like a flood and wild beast by Fu Yanhe after professing her love one night, couldn’t help but smile and said, "Is that so?"
"But now, the person by his side is , his wife is , and the person on the sa household register as him is ."
"And you, not only are you no longer engaged to him, but you have also beco soone else’s fiancée."
"How can you be sure that he will let you co back to his side?"
With each word striking ho, Xia Ran’s smile gradually faded from her face, and a hint of malice finally shone through her gaze at Shen Yanhe.
The humiliation and resentnt from being expelled today, mixed with the bitterness in her heart, finally erupted.
Seizing the coffee cup in her hand, she flung it directly at Shen Yanhe’s face.
Shen Yanhe was unguarded, but the mont Xia Ran threw the coffee, she quickly picked up the plate that held the coffee cup on the table and shielded her face with it.
All the coffee splashed onto the plate, the rest scattering across the table, with a few droplets landing on the back of Shen Yanhe’s hand, quickly raising several small red spots.
Sharp pain spread from the back of her hand as Shen Yanhe slightly furrowed her eyebrows.
If she hadn’t reacted in ti just now, the scalding temperature would have splashed all over her face, definitely causing burns!
Sitting opposite her, Xia Ran, seeing that the coffee hadn’t hit Shen Yanhe’s face, flashed a look of disappointnt and slowly set down her cup.
Just as she was preparing to find an excuse to continue, she saw Shen Yanhe, who was sitting in front of her, suddenly stand up, take the plate that had blocked the coffee, and fiercely smack it across her face.
Shen Yanhe, who practiced boxing, possessed a strength incomparable to Xia Ran, a pampered and spoiled rich girl.
Although she had held back, the smack still turned Xia Ran’s vision black and left her head buzzing, rapidly swelling the hit side of her face.
Clutching her swollen half face, Xia Ran turned incredulously toward Shen Yanhe and was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of a tall figure entering through the door. Instantly, her eyes reddened, and tears fell.
"Yanhe, she hit ."
Shen Yanhe turned her head and saw a group of people entering the cafe’s door.
In the middle, surrounded by bodyguards, was Fu Yanhe, seated in a wheelchair, seemingly just back from his company, still wearing a black suit, wearing a black mask, exuding a compelling sense of oppression.
He probably had seen her slapping Xia Ran’s face.
But...
Shen Yanhe wasn’t intimidated at all, staring directly at Fu Yanhe, and placed the plate used to smack Xia Ran on the table.
Even if Fu Yanhe scolded her today, blad her, she would still dish out the sa treatnt to Xia Ran.
She could not tolerate those who tried to harm her.
Of course, if Fu Yanhe sided with Xia Ran, then after curing Fu Yanhe’s poisoning, healing his legs and face, and dealing with Fu Xiao, she would divorce him.
Make way for his nice "fiancée."
With the mask on, Shen Yanhe and Xia Ran couldn’t see the expression on Fu Yanhe’s face.
Clutching her face, Xia Ran ran toward him while crying, her voice soft and aggrieved, "Yanhe, I don’t know what I did to upset Miss Shen. She hates so much, she had to be so harsh with ."
Shen Yanhe stood still, the coffee streaming from the table and dripping onto the floor.
Fu Yanhe gave Xia Ran a cold glance, wheeled past her, and approached Shen Yanhe, examining her from head to toe before his gaze landed on her hand, which was reddened by a few splashes of coffee.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, his handso brows knit together, his voice low and magnetic, "What happened to your hand?"
Shen Yanhe was montarily stunned, blinked her eyes, and looked down at Fu Yanhe.
As she t his deep black eyes, she pursed her lips and explained softly, "She splashed first, and that’s why I retaliated."
Fu Yanhe’s frown deepened, "Next ti you go out, bring a bodyguard. Let the bodyguard handle those who are blind."
Xia Ran, clutching her swollen face and realizing Fu Yanhe only cared about Shen Yanhe and paid her no attention, froze.
Her heart felt as if it were subrged in icy water, utterly cold.
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