Wen Yanxi said calmly, "I'm sorry, I happen to have something to do, so I have to leave first."
Fan Zhuo was accompanied by several followers, all of whom were well-known rich second-generations in the circle and knew very well about the affairs in the circle.
They whispered a few times in Fan Zhuo's ears.
After hearing this, Fan Zhuo smiled sarcastically, "Miss Wen, you lost your husband recently. Wouldn't you feel lonely when you sleep at night? How about I come and warm your... body tonight?"
His outspoken voice immediately caused laughter from the people around him.
Anger crept into Wen Yanxi's eyes. "Is this the upbringing of the young master of the Fan family? Or was it because the Fan family fell on hard times and couldn't afford to send you to etiquette classes?"
At that time, the Fan family encountered a crisis due to the financial crisis, and the family was no longer as strong as before. That period became a shame for the Fan family.
No one dares to mention this matter until now.
As soon as Wen Yanxi finished speaking, the atmosphere froze instantly, and Fan Zhuo's expression became visibly ugly.
Fan Zhuo's face flushed red, then turned blue. He angrily said, "Wen Yanxi, you are just a widow who lost her husband! How dare you be so arrogant?"
He poked Wen Yanxi's shoulder with his fingertips and said, "Mu Yanchen never dared to yell at me before, not to mention that Mu Yanchen is dead now, and no one can protect you anymore!"
With a snap.
Wen Yanxi's palms hurt because she slapped too hard.
Fan Zhuo's face was also hot, and the slap mark was clearly imprinted on his face.
"You, dare to hit me!"
Fan Zhuo's eyes almost popped out of his head. "I was planning to give you a decent ending, but now, I'm going to bite you to death right here and now!"
"Bring her to my room."
Wen Yanxi was stunned. In such a public place, he actually dared to confront her opponent without paying attention to other people's eyes.
Fan Zhuo's loyal little follower walked over immediately and grabbed Wen Yanxi.
But before their hands could touch Wen Yanxi, a figure appeared and kicked them away.
"Damn..." Fan Zhuo blinked, and then he saw clearly that the tall and majestic man in front of him was Qi Sihan.
"Qi...Sihan?"
Qi Sihan's face was ice-cold, his dark eyes were filled with fire, and that inhuman look could make people tremble with fear.
When Fan Zhuo saw him, he felt a little uneasy. "Qi Sihan, why are you interfering at this time? What does this have to do with you?"
Even if Qi Sihan was all-powerful in the city, this matter had nothing to do with him, and he had no reason to intervene.
Qi Sihan glanced at him with cold eyes and snorted, "I like to meddle in other people's business, okay?"
Fan Zhuo's face flushed with anger, his eyes wide open, and he angrily said, "A widow, you like her too? Qi Sihan, it turns out your taste is quite strange. No wonder no woman has been able to climb into your bed for so many years.
If you like it, you can continue playing after I finish.
But now, you can’t stop me!”
Qi Sihan's face was cold. He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and flicked the cigarette in his hand towards Fan Zhuo.
In a flash, Qi Sihan grabbed his throat, grasped his spine with his fingertips, and pressed him to the floor.
With a click, all the sounds in the world fell silent.
Fan Zhuo's pupils widened, his whole body stiffened, and a chill crawled up his spine into his heart.
He dared not move.
All the followers around gathered around to see what was going on.
Qi Sihan relit a cigarette, the scarlet light illuminating his pupils. "I warn you not to move him. He only has a broken neck right now. If you move him in the wrong position, he'll be paralyzed!"
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