Fu Yun Shen frowned slightly, but said nothing. Instead, he handed over another wine bottle, because he knew that what the other person needed at this moment was to vent, not to be comforted.
Nangong Jue was stunned for a moment.
"It'll feel better if you vent." Fu Yun Shen gestured to the bottle.
Nangong Jue paused, disliking his out-of-control state.
"Don't forget, I'm not only a surgeon, I'm also a PhD in psychology. Ah Jue, what you need right now is to vent." Fu Yun Shen shoved the bottle into his hand.
Nangong Jue looked at the wine bottle in his hand, and then smashed it. He then got up and kicked over the coffee table, smashed the TV and stereo, and in no time, the most luxurious private room in the club was a complete mess.
"Are you feeling better now?" Fu Yun Shen finished the rest of his red wine and smashed the glass on the ground.
Nangong Jue let out a breath and turned to walk out.
Fu Yun Shen glanced back at the private room, shrugged, and thought, "A private room worth a million is ruined just like that. Money talks."
Yan Zimeng hadn't run far when Yang Jinxuan stopped her: "Mengmeng."
"Brother Jinxuan." Yan Zimeng turned around with red eyes, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Why are you out here too?"
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine," Yan Zimeng shook her head.
"How could you be alright looking like this?" Yang Jinxuan frowned, noticing that she wasn't wearing a coat, so he quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her. "Get in the car first, I'll take you home." Then, without further ado, he pulled her into his car and sped away from the club.
"Brother Jinxuan, thank you." Yan Zimeng sobbed, looking very sad.
Yang Jinxuan sighed, then stopped the car on the side of the road and turned to look at Yan Zimeng: "If you want to cry, then cry. You don't need to pretend in front of Brother Jinxuan."
"I'm fine, really..." Yan Zimeng smiled and shook her head, but large tears fell down her cheeks.
Yang Jinxuan was heartbroken. He reached out his hand, but didn't dare to hug the person.
Yan Zimeng suddenly hugged him tightly: "Brother Jinxuan, I have something to say, I really have something to say, I'm so sad..."
Yang Jinxuan stiffened for a moment, then pulled her into his arms and gently patted Yan Zimeng's back: "I know."
“You don’t know,” Yan Zimeng shook her head. “I really like Ajue. I know it was wrong of me to leave back then, but I also wanted to strive for something. It’s only been three years, how did he become like this? He wasn’t like this before… Has he fallen in love with Han Binglan? Didn’t they get divorced? Why does she still occupy Ajue’s heart? Why does she still exist?”
"A-Jue will definitely be yours." Yang Jinxuan patted Yan Zimeng on the back. "Don't worry, I'll help you." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Han Binglan, don't blame me.
"Brother Jinxuan." Yan Zimeng hurriedly stood up, wiping away her tears. "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I was just too sad and talking nonsense..."
"Mengmeng." Yang Jinxuan reached out and grasped Yan Zimeng's arm. "Remember, no matter what, your brother Jinxuan will always help you."
"Thank you, Brother Jinxuan." Yan Zimeng lowered her eyes, concealing the smugness in them. Han Binglan, don't blame me, you can only blame yourself for provoking my Ajue.
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