Chapter 32 Chips
Ying Han never thought that he and *** would stand on the opposite side as enemies.
Only one night later, *** was wearing bright red lips, completely different from the disheveled and haggard Ying Han.
She changed so quickly, so quickly that Ying Han thought that the woman who loved him to death was not her.
"Looking at your expression, are you surprised?"
*** chewed gum and looked at Ying Han with raised eyebrows, his eyes full of disgust and disdain.
"Think I should humbly beg you to forgive me?"
"Ying Han."
*** crossed her legs and looked at him with her shoulders raised.
"You never tried to understand me, oh no, you never thought about understanding me."
Ying Han naturally enjoyed everything that *** brought him: fame, money, background, and countless large orders that came to him unsolicited...
Even the company that proved Ying Han's success at a young age and the thriving group were built step by step with the help of ***.
He lived a life that was the envy of everyone, and now that he had grown up, he had forgotten his wife.
***Elegantly spit out the gum, pinching the coffee cup with his fingertips and taking a sip.
His bargaining chip is nothing more than my love for him. Without that love, he, Ying Han, is nothing!
Ying Han sat there quietly, as if ready to accept all of ***'s emotional backlash.
***No matter what, she has been with Ying Han for so many years and has devoted herself to him wholeheartedly.
*** knows Ying Han better than he does himself.
He is hypocritical and good at pretending. He never breaks off relations with anyone and always has a curled mouth.
Ying Han is very capable and he is very good at making money by doing things for free.
"You can't get a divorce now."
Ying Han listened to her quietly, his eyes as gentle as water.
He tried to break the *** with his true feelings, but the *** sitting in front of him today was not the stupid child who only cried for love before.
***This person is too extreme. She can love Ying Han wholeheartedly, and then quickly withdraw when she clears her mind.
She is jealous and vengeful, and now she is determined to take revenge on Ying Han and Shi Yan, the woman who indirectly destroyed their marriage.
"I'll have my lawyer contact you in a month."
*** stood up quickly after she finished speaking. She was informing Ying Han, not asking for his consent.
"***."
Ying Han called out to her, "I'm sorry."
*** turned her back to him, but her heart still ached. However, she couldn't help but smile sarcastically.
"Ying Han, don't try to make me forgive you in this life."
She also wanted Ying Han to experience the feeling of being pierced by thousands of arrows.
Doesn’t he love Shiyan?
*** sneered, "Ying Han, this is just the beginning."
She wanted to take back everything she had given to Ying Han personally.
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As soon as Song Yuchen and Shi Yan arrived at the nursing home, Old Mrs. Song was standing at the door with her bag, waiting impatiently.
Shi Yan loosened her seatbelt and hurried her steps. "Grandma, I'm sorry, we're late."
Old Mrs. Song had fashionable curly hair that sparkled silver.
"Ouch, I came out early."
Old Lady Song reached out and touched Shi Yan, her fingertips pretending to casually sweep across Shi Yan's pulse, "I don't blame you, I don't blame you."
Song Yuchen pushed open the car door and got out, just in time to see this scene, but Shi Yan didn't notice it at all.
"Leave."
"You little brat, I only have two days off a week, and you're so impatient?"
Old Mrs. Song and Song Yuchen have always been like enemies.
Shi Yan was worried that the old lady was really angry with Song Yuchen, so she couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.
"Grandma, Yuchen didn't mean that. On the way here just now, he told me that he wanted to take you to a restaurant he had picked out in advance."
Old Mrs. Song knew her grandson too well and didn't believe that Song Yuchen could do such a thing.
Song Yuchen also looked at Shi Yan in surprise. Shi Yan winked and made eyes, which made Song Yuchen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Yes."
Song Yuchen and Old Lady Song looked at each other, and they saw through each other's thoughts. The old lady lamented that Song Yuchen actually listened to Shi Yan's words.
Old Mrs. Song is really satisfied with her marriage to a good wife.
Song Yuchen was looking for a restaurant temporarily. He went to park the car and watched Old Mrs. Song pulling Shi Yan into the jewelry store next door.
Shi Yan thought the old lady wanted to buy it. She had money in her card from her part-time job over the past two days, about five figures.
"Grandma, is there anything you like?"
As soon as the two people came in, Old Mrs. Song buried her head in the counter and started choosing.
"I want this one, and this one, Yanyan, isn't this one good too?"
Shi Yan glanced at the prices on the jewelry and felt panic in her heart.
She looked up and met the old lady's expectant gaze, unable to say no.
"It's beautiful, Grandma, since you are still young."
Old Mrs. Song couldn't help laughing and grabbed the cigarette the salesgirl was introducing.
"This is my granddaughter-in-law. What do you think? Isn't she super beautiful?"
"Yes, Madam is very elegant."
Old Mrs. Song was particularly proud, "I think so too."
She took out a few more in succession.
Shi Yan stood there at a loss. It was rare for an old lady to like something, and Shi Yan wanted to satisfy her.
But he was short of money and felt depressed.
When Song Yuchen came in, he saw Old Lady Song shopping frantically, and Shi Yan following behind Old Lady Song, picking her fingers in confusion.
As soon as she saw Song Yuchen, Shi Yan secretly pulled him out and asked him carefully.
"Do you have your card? I don't have enough cards."
Song Yuchen glanced at Old Lady Song and said, "No need, she has money."
"What are you talking about!"
Shi Yan frowned, "She is an old lady, where does she get the money from?"
Shi Yan turned around and saw Old Lady Song's excited look, and her brows furrowed even more.
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