After introducing Jiang Ling and An Ran, the three of them sat down. Li Jia suddenly realized that women seemed to have endless topics to talk about, and she simply sat to the side and became a listener.

Half an hour later, An Ran and Jiang Ling realized that Li Jia hadn't said a word since she arrived. They exchanged a smile and looked at Li Jia at the same time, asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Uh? Oh! Seeing how happy you two are chatting, I think I don't need to chime in anymore. Do you think it's appropriate for me to get involved in the topics you're discussing?" Li Jia said calmly to the two of them. Upon hearing this, the two of them blushed immediately. The topics they had been discussing were all about underwear and body shape. In their excitement, they had forgotten that there was a grown man next to them.

"Go to hell, you national treasure! Don't laugh!" An Ran pointed at Li Jia and warned her sternly when she saw the slight smile on Li Jia's face.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh, I won't laugh." Li Jia cooperated by stopping her laughter when she heard An Ran's words, then picked up her coffee and took a small sip. "Tell me about your boyfriend, what does he do?" Li Jia asked casually.

“Yeah, you’re getting married soon. How come you seem so carefree?” Jiang Ling was also quite interested in this topic because she hadn’t yet realized that An Ran was about to get married.

"Hehe, you know I'm a freelance cartoonist, and I'm usually exposed to more Western culture. My fiancé, Liang Feng, is a Christian, so after discussing it, we decided to have a simple wedding at St. Hanoi Church. We only invited our parents and some relatives and friends. Comrade Guobao was naturally honored to be invited by me," An Ran said with a happy expression.

Seeing An Ran's expression, Jiang Ling and Li Jia felt a little reluctant to confirm whether Liang Feng was the one who had deceived Jiang Ling before. However, in the end, Li Jia played the villain and said, "An Ran, do you have a picture of your husband? Let Jiang girl see it and have a taste."

"Of course, wait a minute." After saying that, An Ran took her bag from the side, took out her phone, and then found a photo of her and Liang Feng and handed it to Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling took the phone and glanced at it. Her expression immediately froze slightly. After looking through a few pictures, she silently returned the phone to An Ran, her eyes filled with a strange look as she looked at Li Jia.

Looking at Jiang Ling's expression, Li Jia knew, "This kid is the one." After a moment's thought, Li Jia gave Jiang Ling a look, signaling her to leave for a moment; it was more appropriate for Li Jia to handle this kind of thing.

Jiang Ling stood up, apologized, and went into the restroom. Li Jia and An Ran were left alone at the table. "What's wrong with Sister Jiang? She looks unwell. Is she sick?" An Ran asked, puzzled.

"Oh, she's fine. Are you sure the photo on your phone is of your handsome fiancé?" Li Jia looked at An Ran's face and confirmed again.

"Of course! Why would I save him in my phone if it weren't him?" An Ran looked at the tall and handsome Liang Feng on her phone and was once again lost in her daydreams about the wedding.

"Anran, there's something I think I should tell you. I hope you're mentally prepared," Li Jia said calmly, looking at Anran with a serene expression.

"Guobao, you're acting strange today. What's wrong? Tell me, I'm listening." An Ran was also a little guilty by Li Jia's calm but slightly apologetic voice, wondering what Li Jia wanted to say to her.

“Your fiancé… is a liar.” Before An Ran’s expression could change drastically, Li Jia continued, “Don’t get agitated, let me finish.”

"Li Jia! I don't know why you're slandering my A-Feng like this, but I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise our relationship ends here." An Ran's face turned very ugly. Li Jia didn't expect An Ran to be so deeply in love with Liang Feng.

"Of course I'm telling you this because I have evidence, and I don't want our beautiful and lovely Senior Sister Anran to get hurt in any way." Li Jia's words eased Anran's emotions somewhat. "Hmph! You know how to talk."

"However, do you know Liang Feng's true identity?" Li Jia didn't continue that topic, but instead asked An Ran about Liang Feng.

“He’s an investor, a venture capitalist, who just returned from Europe three months ago.” An Ran rattled off everything she knew, then gave Li Jia a defiant glare.

"That's all? Do you know how old he is? Do you know where he lives? Who else is in his family? What do they all do?" Li Jia asked a series of questions that any friend should know, but to her surprise, An Ran looked completely bewildered. Clearly, An Ran knew nothing about these things.

"Those things don't matter! What matters is that he loves me, and I love him too!" Anran told herself.

"Is that really the case?" Li Jia asked casually. "Do you know what Jiang does? Do you know who her ex-fiancé was?"

An Ran's heart tightened upon hearing Li Jia's words, and she murmured, "What does she do?"

"Let me tell you," Jiang Ling said softly as she returned to her seat from the restroom. She looked at An Ran, who was still incredulous. "I'm a police officer. Do you know why I became a police officer? The main reason I became a police officer is because of one person, and that person's name is—Liang Feng." Jiang Ling finished speaking and looked at An Ran with a slightly flushed face. "Liang Feng, I almost became his wife."

Then Jiang Ling recounted her past experiences to An Ran in detail. An Ran's expression changed many times after listening to Jiang Ling's words, but finally settled on a firm one. "I don't understand a word you're saying, but I hope you won't come to my wedding. Goodbye!" After saying that, An Ran glared at Li Jia and Jiang Ling with some resentment, got up and left the coffee shop.

When Jiang Ling tried to get up to stop her, Li Jia reached out and pulled her back. "Let her go. She's been poisoned by Liang Feng too much. There's no point in you going."

“But, she…” Jiang Ling said softly, looking anxiously at An Ran who had already left the door.

"It's alright, sit down." Li Jia pulled Jiang Ling back to her seat, and the two of them silently drank a few sips of coffee. "He reminds me of myself back then. If I hadn't seen him go to a hotel with an older woman, I probably would have really married him."

“Yes, I didn’t expect that she, who usually has the most mischievous ideas, would be so deeply in love with Liang Feng. She’ll probably be heartbroken for a while now,” Li Jia said slowly, picking up where Jiang Ling’er left off.

"Yes! She was really too poisoned."