Seeing that there were no outsiders present, Lu Zheng stopped pretending and resumed his icy demeanor.
"Heh." Shen Yan, pale-faced, spoke from her hospital bed. She had thought Lu Zheng's arrival was her salvation.
It seems she was overthinking it.
"I thought you would come to help me, but I didn't expect that you would end up helping yourself."
Lu Zheng glanced at Shen Yan, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Miss Shen, you've known me for a long time. You know my temperament well, and you know how to minimize the losses."
"Now that you're married to Lu Hang, I hope you'll fulfill your duties as a wife."
The implication is that they hope Chen Yan won't go crazy downstairs at the company like she did before.
Shen Yan looked at Lu Zheng with resentment and bitterness, her face full of hatred: "I'm clearly your fiancée, why are you making me marry someone else!"
"Words are meaningless; can you really take what someone says seriously?" Lu Zheng said casually.
This became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
“Alright…” Shen Yan chuckled softly, her face flushed with an indistinguishable mixture of sweat and tears. “I just hope you won’t regret it later.”
Finally, Shen Yan looked at Qiao Zhen with an ambiguous expression.
Qiao Zhen paused, her hand tightening as she turned the bag strap.
What did she mean by that?
Before he could even turn around, Shen Yan's gaze had already shifted elsewhere, as if she had only glanced at him casually.
Lu Zheng naturally noticed this detail, stared at Shen Yan with a hint of warning, and said in an unfriendly tone, "I advise you not to touch the people around me."
"So you have a weakness too." Shen Yan sighed softly.
"She's not my weakness, it's just that I don't like others touching my things."
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