"Fourth Master, I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry for not coming to greet you. Please forgive me."
Jiang Ranli came back to his senses and hurriedly bowed his head to greet.
In fact, she didn't know what to do when Yinzhen looked at her, so she had to force herself to calm down, greet him to divert her attention, and also try to divert his attention.
"A common woman?" Yinzhen repeated the two words word by word.
He thought of the current information about Jiang Ranli, the wife of Shandong tycoon Jiang Fan.
Jiang Ranli lowered her eyes and dared not look at him. More than three years ago, she asked him to help Yinzhen, and he did it, but she broke her promise and ran away. Now that they met again, she felt extremely embarrassed and guilty.
Ever since she learned that Yinzhen was the imperial envoy sent by the court to deal with the disaster in Shandong, Jiang Ranli knew that the news of her being in Jinan City would become public, but she didn't expect the truth to be revealed so quickly and Yinzhen would find her so quickly.
"Fourth Master, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please punish me." Jiang Ranli took a deep breath and began to admit her mistake and apologize. She did not ask for Yinzhen's forgiveness, but only hoped that he would not vent his anger on others because of her and affect the resettlement of the disaster victims in Shandong.
Looking at Jiang Ranli's delicate and gentle face as always, anger and sneer welled up in Yinzhen's eyes. More than three years ago, he thought she would stay with him, but she played a huge joke on him.
She escaped from him, married someone else, fled to Jinan, and even gave birth to a child.
In anger, Yinzhen remembered what the Tenth Prince had said, and then doubts filled his mind.
According to the personalities of Old Nine and Old Ten, they would definitely be incompatible if they saw her again. How come they became good friends with Jiang Fan without any grudges at all?
There is another hidden story behind this.
Yinzhen looked at Jiang Ranli deeply, then turned and left.
Jiang Ranli's nerves were tense. She was really nervous facing Yinzhen. When she saw him leave, all the tension in her body faded away, and all her strength was taken away, causing her legs to go weak and she sat down on the ground.
Deng Ningxue was unhappy about being abandoned by Jiang Ranli on the street yesterday, but she felt that she couldn't break up with Jiang Ranli yet, so she came to visit again today. However, when she saw Jiang Ranli and Yinzhen together, she asked the coachman to stop at a distance.
"The man yesterday was the Fourteenth Prince. He seemed to know Jiang Ranli. How come the Fourth Master also knew that woman?"
Deng Ningxue was full of doubts. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched Jiang Ranli sitting on the ground in the scorching sun.
"Fourth Master, Ninth Master, Tenth Master, Fourteenth Master, what is the relationship between that woman and them?"
Deng Ningxue stared at Jiang Ranli for a while, then ordered the driver to turn around and go back home. She wanted to go back and think carefully about what was happening.
When Jiang Fan came back, Jiang Ranli was waiting for him in a daze.
Seeing him come in, she hurriedly stood up to greet him, "Afan, I was discovered by the Fourth Master."
"What's going on?" Jiang Fan had always felt that something was wrong with Jiang Ranli, so after hearing her words, he hurriedly asked.
After Jiang Ranli told him what happened during the day, Jiang Fan frowned. He knew that Yinzhen had discovered Jiang Ranli's affairs, but he didn't expect Yinzhen to come to him so soon.
"It's discovered. He was the one who made the mistake initially, so you can't say you're sorry to him," Jiang Ranli said.
Jiang Ranli was surprised. She didn't quite understand what Jiang Fan said.
"A few days ago, I talked with Ninth Master and Tenth Master about the incident that happened more than three years ago. I found that what you two said were similar, but there were also deviations, and they were fatal deviations," Jiang Fan said.
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