When Su Li returned from the restroom with Xiao Zhe, she overheard two people talking as she turned the corner.

"Ah Ye, I didn't mean what happened at the police station. I've been reflecting on it all night, and I'll apologize to Su Li."

"Apologize to Su Li, and I can let it go."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Secretary Su properly. The misunderstanding between us isn't serious, and it'll be fine once it's cleared up."

Seeing that he looked a little better, Song Wan stepped forward and took his arm, saying softly, "I don't feel well tonight, and my head is a little dizzy. Would you like to take me home?"

Quan Ye said coldly, "I'll have the driver take you home."

"But I want you to deliver it. I told you last time to stay for dinner at my house, but you didn't eat. Will you keep me company tonight?"

“Song Wan, I’m very busy. Don’t do these things anymore. They will only make me more and more impatient with you.”

"Why would I be impatient?" Song Wan looked aggrieved, squeezing out a few tears. "We're about to get married. You wouldn't actually be interested in Su Li, would you? Have you two slept together?"

"You have no right to interfere in my life."

Quan Ye's tone grew even colder.

The repeated coldness gradually broke her spirit, even though she had comforted herself countless times before coming to Quan Ye, telling herself not to argue with him.

But at this moment, she really couldn't hold back her emotions.

"Ah Ye, tell me honestly, is your reluctance to marry me because of Su Li? What kind of bewitching potion has she given you that makes you so distracted?"

Quan Ye gently brushed her hand away and said calmly, "You've had too much to drink. I'll have the driver take you home."

"I wasn't drunk! These are the things I've always wanted to tell you."

Su Li stood by the wall, listening quietly to their conversation.

Reason told her she should leave now and not listen, but her feet seemed to be locked, and she couldn't move.

Song Wan: "How much money did you give her to make her willing to maintain this improper relationship with you? What's the difference between a woman like her and a prostitute?"

"If that's what you think, then I have nothing to say."

Quan Ye felt he couldn't communicate with her and was too lazy to talk to her.

Song Wan grabbed his hand, "Ah Ye, stop being so stubborn. Only you and I are a match made in heaven. Have you ever seen a prostitute marry a brothel owner?"

"Song Wan, I hope I won't hear such words again next time."

Quan Ye shook off her hand, turned around and strode away.

As Song Wan gazed at his heartless figure, a tear slid down her cheek.

Su Li was unsure how to feel, and silently led Xiao Zhe back to the restaurant.

Song Wan's words made sense; she and Quan Ye could never be together, and their secret relationship was shameful.

She didn't speak again that night.

After the dinner, Song Wan was taken away by Song Qinze.

After seeing Meng Sangsang and Ye Shi off, Su Li planned to go back to the hotel to sleep.

"Get in the car!"

Quan Ye's car suddenly pulled up beside her, and the bodyguard got out to open the car door for her.

The cold air from the car poured out, making her arms goosebumps.

Su Li stood still and said, "Master Quan, I've already said I won't go back to Peach Garden. You can leave on your own."

That was the golden cage that kept her locked up, and she refused to go back.

"Then let's go to where you're staying now." His attitude was firm; he wouldn't let her leave.

With many people watching from the side, Su Li had no choice but to bend down and get into the car.