When Zhou Hechen received the WeChat ssage from Jiang Chengcheng, he was still lying in a private room at Vicent’s bar.
Fu Yanci had left, but those nacing subordinates in the hall had not.
Over a hundred n and won who ca to the bar for fun, without asking a single question whether anyone was a paparazzo, opened their phone galleries right in front of everyone to check if they had taken any photos they shouldn’t have, and were also threatened not to speak of things they shouldn’t ntion.
At a glance, it seed to be for the sake of his, Zhou Hechen’s, face and dignity.
But only Zhou Hechen knew, it was for Ye Li.
The mont he thought about how he had guessed Fu Yanci’s intentions.
And that Ye Li had broken off their engagent because of Fu Yanci.
Zhou Hechen felt an indescribable anger.
If that was truly the case, when did the two of them start their affair?
Was it Fu Yanci who initiated it, secretly promising Ye Li sothing, leading them naturally into an illicit relationship?
Or was it Ye Li who had feelings first?
Fu Yanci, he is Uncle Fu, the undisputed number one bachelor among the Imperial Capital’s rich families.
Handso and capable, he outshines him, Zhou Hechen, who only knows how to indulge in pleasures, by miles.
So on the surface, she is his, Zhou Hechen’s fiancée, the future Mrs. Zhou.
But in reality, had she already climbed up to Uncle Fu?
Moreover, having been together for so many years, other young couples had already been hugging and kissing, experinting with all kinds of positions in bed.
But Ye Li wouldn’t let him kiss her, wouldn’t let him touch her, even holding her hand seed as if he was tarnishing the pristine Ye Family’s young lady.
Could it be she was no longer a virgin, afraid he would find out?
His left cheek was swollen like a stead bun, moving his mouth corner was extrely painful.
But thinking of such a possibility, Zhou Hechen breathed heavily, his fists cracking.
His eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets.
His phone chid softly, and Zhou Hechen bowed his head, just in ti to see the WeChat ssage from Jiang Chengcheng.
"Mr. Zhou, is Ye Li really in need of money? She asked us to return those gifts we initially received by converting them to cash. I don’t even know how much to give back."
Ye Li, now Mrs. Fu, short of money?
Staring at that ssage for a long ti, not knowing what he was thinking, Zhou Hechen casually transferred 200,000 yuan and replied, "Keep posted about Ye Li’s matters!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, no problem!"
Jiang Chengcheng never dread of such a windfall, and in the darkness, she almost scread in excitent.
She opened Xianyu, calculated the original prices of the items she had sold at a 10% discount, roughly added them up, and sent over 150,000 yuan in a mix of rounded and exact amounts to Ye Li.
Hoping back then that Ye Li had rely blurted out harsh words in anger to scare them, not really intending to settle accounts so precisely with them.
That way, she’d net an easy 200,000 yuan.
Jiang Chengcheng’s thoughts were pleasant, but looking down again, in the chat box, Ye Li accepted the money instantly.
Her teeth almost ached from clenching, and thinking that she still had to face her tomorrow, Jiang Chengcheng sent a ssage, "Ye Li, from now on, I owe you nothing!"
The second after the ssage was sent, she saw a red exclamation mark.
The system hinted: The recipient is not your friend, please add as a friend before sending the ssage.
Did Ye Li block her???
Bang!
Throwing her phone aside, Jiang Chengcheng turned and glared at the pitch-black wall, grinding her teeth in anger.
In the bedroom of Lishan Mansion, just as Fu Yanci ca out from the bathroom, he saw Ye Li lying on the bed playing with her phone.
The girl had her feet up, her snow-white toes cheerfully swinging.
There was even a smirk on her lips, like a little fox that got into the henhouse.
She seed... in a good mood.
Fu Yanci’s eyebrows slightly raised.
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