She had loose, seaweed-like curls, wore only a sheer slip dress, and held a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in her hands.

"Who gave you permission to enter my room?"

“Your mom, she gave me the key herself. She said she wanted to see her grandson before she died, and asked me to come and try my best with you, so I reluctantly came to give it a try.” Song Anran put the wine glass on the table, uncorked the bottle, and poured in red wine.

The red wine was placed in front of Shen Jingmo, and the red liquid swayed gently as she turned her wrist.

She leaned against the table, her burning gaze fixed on Shen Jinmo.

This is the last time she will fight for herself.

Although she had already guessed the outcome.

Frustrated, Shen Jinmo pushed away the wine that Song Anran offered him: "Get out."

Even if this woman were naked, she wouldn't be attractive to him at all.

Song Anran wasn't annoyed. She raised her glass and took a sip: "Did you get sick after you divorced Lu Zhiwei? Have you never touched a woman since the divorce?"

"Song Anran! Don't think you can do whatever you want in the Shen family just because you're the Song family's daughter. I've put up with you long enough." Shen Jingmo grabbed Song Anran's wrist and tightened his grip on her wrist bone.

The pain made Song Anran frown repeatedly: "Let go!"

Shen Jinmo released her.

Song Anran nearly fell to the ground.

At this moment, she was perfectly lucid, and everything she had imagined was unfolding exactly as the script had been written.

She got up from the floor, smashed the bottle and glass on the floor, and then walked out of his bedroom without looking back.

Leaving the Shen family's old house.

Song Anran dialed Su Ziheng's number: "Come to the hotel right now, I'll send you the address and suite number."