Otherwise, how could they be so similar?
Just looking at that face made him feel uneasy.
The most pleased person was Yan Menghuai, who was still waiting for Wen Hao to lose his composure. She stood up and slowly walked towards her beloved, saying softly, "Wen Hao, I'm back."
Yan Li rested one hand on Wen Hao's head, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at Yan Menghuai. Finally remembering something she had forgotten, she reached out and pinched his earlobe, then lowered her head and asked:
"Is she the woman in your painting?"
The scene of the other person sitting on the swing just now looked too familiar.
Wen Hao frowned.
Seeing the familiar features on Yan Menghuai's face, he took several steps back and said, "Someone, throw her out."
Butler Hu breathed a sigh of relief, gave a wink to the servants beside him, and then went to drag Yan Menghuai away.
Yan Menghuai was stunned, but then subconsciously said, "It's me, I'm your Ali. Don't you remember me, Wen Hao?"
Her eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't give up and continued to approach Wen Hao, only to miss again and fall to the ground.
"Have you been too idle these past few days, or have I been too good-natured, allowing you to become so lax?" Wen Hao stared at that face, completely unmoved, and even vaguely wanted to peel off her skin.
Who gave her the audacity to make Ah Li, who had just taken advantage of him, look so ugly?
"Wen Hao, it really is Yan Li. I've finally come back. Are you really going to send me away?" Yan Menghuai hadn't expected Wen Hao to be so ruthless, and without even hesitation.
"Look closely at my face. Doesn't it remind you of anything?"
Wen Hao couldn't help but sneer.
Yan Li, who was just watching the show, clicked her tongue after seeing this scene, especially after hearing her call out her name. She couldn't help but wonder to herself, "Where does she really look like?"
She clearly looks...
In just a moment, Yan Li couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. She couldn't recall her own appearance at all. She looked up at Yan Menghuai, who was still lying on the ground, and shook her head.
The only thing that's certain is that she at least doesn't look like Yan Menghuai.
But Yan Li was unaware of this.
Perhaps because she is now a ghost, the Yan Menghuai she sees is different from the Yan Menghuai others see. What she sees is the real Yan Menghuai beneath the disguise.
"Wash the rouge off her face with water and then send her back. Also, pass on a message to my good uncle: if it happens again, I won't use water."
Yan Menghuai froze, stepping forward to grab Wen Hao's leg. "Even if I'm not her, with this face that's exactly like hers, Wen Hao, aren't you really tempted?"
"If, if you're willing, I can be her substitute."
"Even if I have to live with this face for the rest of my life, I'm willing to do it as long as I can be by your side."
But Wen Hao would never agree, and he wouldn't even say a word to her. He turned around and continued walking towards the study.
Behind her, Yan Menghuai felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. She couldn't help but shout out, "Wen Hao, didn't you say you would protect me for the rest of your life?"
She went to great lengths to get this face, hoping to take her place in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Wen Hao stopped as Yan Menghuai had hoped, waving away the steward Hu who was about to continue splashing water, and coldly questioned, "Where did you hear that from?"
"Wen Hao, I told you, I'm back." Yan Menghuai was determined to get involved with that dead man, so she naturally wouldn't easily reveal that she overheard those words three years ago in their new house. Instead, she seemed to have found a way to change Wen Hao's mind.
"For the past three years, I've dreamt of that day day and night. Now, I'm finally back, and I can stand before you openly and honestly..."
Every word she uttered was filled with uncontrollable emotion, waiting for Wen Hao to regret his actions and embrace her.
Unexpectedly, Wen Hao's face was as black as ink, unfathomable, and radiating coldness, as if he wanted to kill her.
In an instant, she opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She just tried her best to look pitiful and helpless, hoping to use her face to evoke Wen Hao's pity.
But Yan Menghuai had long forgotten that her makeup had been almost completely ruined by the bucket of water from Butler Hu.
"Butler Hu,"
Yan Menghuai's eyes brightened slightly. Just when she thought she could be allowed to stay, Wen Hao turned around again and said without hesitation, "Send him to the authorities."
No one dared to ask Wen Hao why he suddenly changed his mind and wanted to send Yan Menghuai to the authorities, but they vaguely guessed some of the reasons. Yan Menghuai, who thought she would have a turning point, fainted because she couldn't catch her breath.
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