I'm just not reconciled.
I really want to trample him under my feet and make him kneel down and beg me.
It seems that only that way can bring true pleasure.
But I don't have that ability.
If my dad knew that Fu Yanshen had kicked me out of the house, he would definitely get sick from worry again, and he would definitely tell me to please him and cater to him.
I don't know if I still have any use to Fu Yanshen, or if he will divorce me immediately. If he does, my dad will be worried sick again.
Just thinking about it makes me feel frustrated and powerless.
It happened to be Luo Luo's birthday. My family and the Song family have a good relationship, so I went to Luo Luo's place to celebrate her birthday.
Luo Luo's birthday party was held at the Song family's suburban resort, and the parking lot was filled with supercars.
Inside the villa, the sons and daughters of Beijing's elite social circles were drinking, singing, playing cards, and playing games, creating a noisy atmosphere.
I sat in a corner, drinking alone, listening to a few young ladies and socialites gossip about me.
I knew before that my marriage to my bodyguard, a princess of Beijing's elite circles, had always been a hot topic in the industry.
No one was optimistic about this marriage. All the young ladies used me as a negative example. Later, I was abandoned by Fu Yanshen, which was exactly what everyone expected.
It also taught them a profound lesson—
When it comes to marriage, it's still important to be well-matched in terms of social status and background.
"I heard she's getting a divorce. She's been going out a lot lately for social events. Is she looking for someone new?"
"Her? What young master would be so foolish as to take her on? I heard that her husband is keeping another woman outside, and he even kicked her out of the house... Apart from being born into a good family, she's really good for nothing."
The person who said this was Qin Lulu, Mu Ye's sugar daddy in his previous life.
"Shh... Lulu, stop talking, she can hear you."
From a short distance away, Qin Lulu rolled her eyes at me, which met my gaze. I raised my glass, smiled, and nodded at her.
She gave an awkward laugh and looked away.
I tilted my head back and took a swig of strong liquor to quell the mixed feelings in my heart.
"Luo Luo, Luo Luo, I heard that Si Nange has returned to China. Has he come to the manor?"
At this moment, Miss Xu saw Luo Luo coming over and excitedly asked her.
Mentioning Song Sinan immediately drew the attention of all the unmarried princesses present, their eyes lighting up.
The eldest grandson of the Song family, a prominent and aristocratic family in Beijing, is a handsome and talented aloof male god. The key point is that he is also single.
Every single girl present wanted to marry him.
"Boss, he's here. He's in the tea room," Luo Luo called out.
Upon hearing this, the princesses were overjoyed.
"What are you all getting so excited about? Brother Si Nan is quiet and has refined tastes. He would never come here to join in the fun," Qin Lulu said loudly, dampening everyone's spirits.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Song Sinan came down the milky white spiral staircase.
The handsome man wore a well-tailored dark suit, with the white shirt underneath buttoned up tightly. His jawline was sharp and refined, his eyes were clear and his demeanor was aloof and unapproachable.
I could clearly hear the princesses' breathless exclamations of admiration.
As he approached, the women became more reserved, and the young men stopped their entertainment and greeted their idol with humility and politeness.
The handsome man nodded slightly in greeting, displaying refined manners and politeness.
"Brother Si Nan, you're here!" Qin Lulu greeted him cheerfully, calling out sweetly.
Song Sinan nodded in acknowledgment and was about to walk past her.
Qin Lulu stopped him again and handed him a glass of red wine. "Brother Si Nan, it's been so long since we last met. Let me toast you."
"Sorry, I don't drink."
Song Sinan refused without any expression.
"Then, champagne—"
Qin Lulu was still not giving up when Song Sinan bypassed her and walked towards Luoluo.
"Brother Nan—"
A group of girls greeted him, but he remained polite yet aloof.
What kind of perfect goddess could be worthy of a god like him?
My gaze swept over the group of wealthy socialites as I picked up a wine glass from the low table.
"Just discharged from the hospital, drink less alcohol."
What happened to your finger?
I reached for nothing, and a deep male voice came from above, with a faint scent of incense lingering around my nose.
Looking up, I saw that my crush had been sitting on the armrest of my sofa at some point. He looked down at me, his eyebrows relaxed in a smile, his handsome features captivating.
At the same time, I also felt countless envious glances directed my way.
"Brother Sinan," I called out with a smile, filled with admiration.
It felt like stepping back into my distant teenage years.
"My hand... my nail polish broke." I quickly added, remembering his question.
Several of my fingers were wrapped in bandages.
Song Sinan took a glass of orange juice from the waiter's tray and handed it to me, saying gently, "Why drink alcohol? It's easy to get an infection, especially when you're in a bad mood."
"I saw you drinking alone on the second floor."
He added.
Why does he care about me so much?
I felt flattered and overwhelmed.
I remember he used to be just as aloof to me as he was to other girls, and even particularly strict with me. I was often punished by him when we were in the drama club.
He was also the student council president. Once, I skipped class by climbing over the wall to go out and play, and he caught me red-handed.
I had finally climbed over the wall and was feeling excited when I saw him standing below. I was so scared that I fell off the wall.
Fortunately, he caught me in time.
That time, he punished me by making me write a 5,000-word self-criticism in the student council. I wrote from dark to dawn, and he just stood by and watched me write.
I snapped out of my reverie, remembered his question, shook my head slightly, and said nonchalantly, "That's just my taste."
"By the way, juice instead of alcohol, thanks to Brother Snan for helping me investigate the dashcam last time."
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