Aunt Chen secretly observed her for quite a while.
I discovered that she was completely different in public and in private, and her personality seemed somewhat divided.
He brewed a cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table: "Miss Song, I'm sorry, I was so busy that I forgot to prepare water for you. Please don't mind."
Song Anran shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the painting "Girl in a Red Dress" on the wall. Among the wedding photos, this painting stood out, flamboyant and dazzling.
"Aunt Chen, does your husband, Mr. Shen, really like that painting?"
"Of course, this is my wife's creation," Aunt Chen said proudly.
Song Anran smiled faintly, a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes: "I heard they're not divorced, so why do you still call her 'wife'?"
"In Mr. Shen's and my hearts, she will always be Mrs. Shen. No other woman can enter Mr. Shen's heart." Aunt Chen said this deliberately to Song Anran.
This woman is clearly a vixen eyeing Mr. Shen; her surgically enhanced face is no match for Lu Zhiwei's even a finger.
"Heh, no wonder he's the dog your Mr. Shen raised, just like him, only good at deceiving himself." Song Anran stood up and walked towards the painting "Girl in Red Dress".
Aunt Chen was furious after being scolded for no reason: "Miss Song, you really have no manners. Didn't your parents teach you the proper etiquette when visiting other people's homes? I don't care if I'm a servant, but I won't allow you to talk about our Mr. Shen like that."
Song Anran raised her lips slightly: "Okay, I won't say anything more. You can go ahead and do your work. I'll be by myself for a while."
She walked up to the painting, staring intently at it, then took out her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Lu Zhiwei.
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