Fu Yijian buried his handsome face in Ye Ruohuan's neck and said solemnly.

I failed to protect you.

Fu Yijian's last words made Ye Ruohuan break down emotionally. She closed her eyes, her tears soaking her hair, and she kept shaking her head in denial.

Her hand tightly grasped Fu Yijian's arm, her body trembling slightly, and she tried her best to suppress the grief in her heart.

Snowflakes were floating outside the window, and the white sky reflected the cold moonlight. The two people in the quilt couldn't help but hug each other tightly, drawing warmth and strength from each other, silently comforting each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Ruohuan fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Yijian glanced at Ye Ruohuan who was sleeping soundly, gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed, changed his clothes and left the villa.

After Fu Yijian drove away, the ** man suddenly opened his eyes with sadness in his eyes.

The cell phone she placed under the pillow lit up in the dark, and Ye Ruohuan's eyes were fixed on the text message on the phone screen.

This is the screenshot He Miaoran sent her tonight.

"Let's meet at room 1201 of Fu Hotel at 12 o'clock tonight." - The person who sent the text message was Fu Yijian who had just left.

The sending time is 3pm.

Ye Ruohuan's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at the screen of her mobile phone, feeling sad in her heart.

Tonight, she asked Fu Yijian, is it her fault?

Ye Ruohuan not only felt guilty, but also wanted to see Fu Yijian's heart and know his attitude.

She also wanted to ask Fu Yijian why he said he didn't blame her but went to find another woman?

Ye Ruohuan didn't know whether she should believe Fu Yijian?

And Fu Yijian probably didn't know that He Miaoran had already revealed his cards to Ye Ruohuan.

Half an hour later, a tall man with a handsome face and wearing a black windbreaker appeared in front of a room in Fu Hotel.

The next moment, the person inside opened the door, looked at the handsome face of the visitor with joy, and called out, "Yi Jian."

When He Miaoran received Fu Yijian's text message in the afternoon, she thought she was dreaming. But now, Fu Yijian appeared at the door of the room as promised. She looked at the real person in front of her, and a trace of trance flashed across her face. Then she realized that she was not dreaming.

This is all true.

He Miaoran couldn't help but smile with joy. She moved aside to let Fu Yijian in.

Fu Yijian didn't even look at her and walked into the room with an indifferent expression.

He Miaoran was wearing a white bathrobe, and she intentionally or unintentionally opened the collar, revealing her delicate collarbone and the white skin on her chest. Her beautiful legs were exposed, and she had a good figure.

Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and she exuded a charming fragrance, obviously having just taken a bath.

He Miaoran closed the door, a secret smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she followed Fu Yijian with her soft waist twisted.

Fu Yijian walked into the room, and a pungent smell of perfume rushed into his nose. His brows frowned imperceptibly and he stopped in the living room.

"Have a drink to warm yourself up?"

He Miaoran had already prepared some red wine, and she handed one of the glasses to Fu Yijian.

Fu Yijian put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "No need."

He Miaoran gave a dry laugh. She put down her wine glass, walked to the bed and sat down, crossed her long legs, and asked softly, "How is Ruohuan now? I heard that she fell badly that morning."

There was a hint of worry in He Miaoran's tone.

Fu Yijian frowned and said emotionlessly, "Very good."

"Really? I hope she can get over it as soon as possible. After all, losing a child is a huge blow to a woman."

He Miaoran's eyes flashed, and his words seemed to hint at something.

Fu Yijian continued, "God will punish the wicked, because I have found the culprit who pushed Huanhuan down the stairs."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyelids slightly and his gaze gently fell on He Miaoran's face, catching the evasion in her eyes and the momentary stiffness on her face.

Fu Yijian couldn't help but clench his fists with his hands in his pockets, and flames appeared in his eyes.

He Miaoran's expression froze for a moment, and he pretended to be surprised and asked, "Oh my God! Who hurt Ruohuan?"

Fu Yijian looked at her coldly and asked her, "What do you think?"

"Me? How could I know?" He Miaoran said with a wry smile.

It was at this moment that He Miaoran realized that Fu Yijian had not asked her out just to spend the night with her, but had come to call her to task!

"Do you dare to say that the woman in the surveillance video is not you? Do you dare to say that you were not wearing the same white dress that day? Do you dare to say that the earrings you wore that day were not these?"

Fu Yijian's face turned cold, and he threw one of the earrings to the bed next to He Miaoran.

When He Miaoran heard Fu Yijian's questioning, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. When she saw the earring, her face turned completely pale.

"Huh? Why aren't you talking?"

Fu Yijian's eagle eyes were as cold as ice, locked on He Miaoran's face.

If gazes could reveal one's true colors, He Miaoran would have been cut into pieces by Fu Yijian's gaze.

He Miaoran shook her head and pretended to be calm and retorted: "Yijian, you may have misunderstood. How could I push Ruohuan downstairs? What motive do I have to harm her?"

He Miaoran still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, because she was sure that the video at that time had been destroyed by her, and she could completely get rid of the evidence mentioned later.

Fu Yijian laughed in anger, "No motive? It wasn't you who hired someone to follow Huanhuan? It wasn't you who conspired with my mother to break us up?"

The expression on He Miaoran's face was completely frozen. Only then did she realize why her secretary resigned so abruptly this morning. It turned out that she had been exposed by someone a long time ago!

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in He Miaoran's eyes. She had planned everything, but she had forgotten the people around her.

Now that Fu Yijian knew everything, He Miaoran rushed over in desperation and tried to grab Fu Yijian's clothes, but Fu Yijian dodged her nimbly.

He Miaoran fell to the ground, crying with tears on her face: "Yijian, I... I had no choice... You know, I like you... I did that because I like you..."

"Yi Jian, please forgive me once, just this once..."

He Miaoran grabbed Fu Yijian's trouser legs and begged.

When Fu Yijian heard what He Miaoran said, anger burst out of his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible. He looked down at He Miaoran and asked in a cold voice: "Did you really do it?"

He Miaoran was slightly stunned. What?

Didn't Fu Yijian already know that she was the one who did it? Why did he still say such a thing?

Her eyes flickered. Could it be that Fu Yijian was lying to her?

Fu Yijian's next words confirmed her guess: "There is no video at all, and no one has exposed you. You are just making things up for yourself, and you just admitted it yourself!"