Song Ziqian put on the gentle and elegant posture that Qi Yuan liked best.
"Qi Yuan, I already know about the substitute marriage, and I also know that you like me. When I see you today, I just want to tell you that since you helped Yanran, I also promise to give you a chance."
After Song Ziqian finished speaking, he just waited, waiting for Qi Yuan's grateful surprise.
Once Qi Yuan was really surprised, humble and stupid.
However, at this time, Qi Yuan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his loving eyes slightly raised, and said with a seductive beauty: "Huh? What opportunity?"
Facing such a look, Song Ziqian felt his heart beat two points faster.
Thinking of Qi Yuan's obedience to him, his heart swelled unconsciously.
He said matter-of-factly: "When you get divorced, I will let you be my girlfriend. Your bad attitude about the substitute marriage has made Yanran sad. You can come with me later to apologize to Yanran. Do you understand?"
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The more Qi Yuan listened, the more disgusted she felt. She was forced to marry someone else, and she was asked to apologize to Qi Yanran.
In their hearts, Qi Yanran will always be a high-ranking princess, and it is natural for her to give her humble life to Qi Yanran.
But now, her life is to come back for revenge.
There was blood in Qi Yuan's eyes, and he said lazily and sarcastically: "Song Ziqian, I don't think I have done anything sorry for you in these years, you think so?"
Song Ziqian froze, but thinking of Qi Yanran's prayer to him, he still said calmly: "Qi Yuan, I just want you to apologize. Don't make me unhappy, and don't try to compare with Yanran's position in my heart.
Come to me!"
Qi Yuan stood up. She seemed to be very obedient and walked towards Song Ziqian.
Calculating the time it took to call the police, the police should have arrived by now.
She said in a light voice: "Song Ziqian, to repay your kindness, you'd better identify your benefactor first. I hope you won't regret it during your lifetime."
Song Ziqian frowned, what does this mean?
His benefactor is Yanran. Yanran saved his life. He will help Yanran whatever Yanran wants, including scheming with Qi Yuan. He will only regret it if he cannot help Yanran and sees Yanran aggrieved.
He stretched out his hand to hug Qi Yuan's waist, intending to make some intimate moves for the pinhole camera in the corner to capture.
But the next moment.
"boom!"
Qi Yuan raised the vase on the table and hit Song Ziqian on the head with his backhand.
Song Ziqian fell into a trance and fell to the ground, his head covered with blood.
Seeing the blood, Qi Yuan's suppressed anger exploded. Before Song Ziqian could get up, she picked up a fragment of the vase and pointed it at Song Ziqian's eyeballs.
The expression is crazy and cruel!
When Song Ziqian reacted, he looked at the sharp porcelain pieces above his eyes, broke into a cold sweat and said in a panic: "Qi Yuan! What... what are you going to do!"
Qi Yuan clenched the piece of porcelain tightly, wanting to stab it in desperately.
The slight pain in the palm of her hand made her calm down a bit, and the porcelain piece she stabbed was deflected.
Song Ziqian was so scared that he closed his eyes and felt a stinging pain on his face.
Instead, Qi Yuan looked like a poor girl who was bullied, and said with a trembling tone: "Song Ziqian, I...I'm married, you can't touch me."
Only then did Song Ziqian understand the reason for being beaten, and he was immediately furious. He had always known that Qi Yuan would be conservative, but he didn't expect that he would be conservative to this extent. When he met Qi Yuan's eyes just now, he actually had a moment of fear. This illusion
It almost made him furious.
He said angrily: "I won't touch you, why don't you get out of the way!"
Qi Yuan then weakly backed away. She lowered her head and dropped the porcelain piece in her hand with some reluctance.
Song Ziqian held his head and sat up, dumbfounded.
"It's... on fire???"
Qi Yuan's room is full of paintings.
On the dry drawing paper, the flames spread instantly and quickly swept through half of the room.
Those paintings represent the first twenty years of Qi Yuan's life, and they were the things she could not give up the most.
But now, when she threw the lit scented candle over, she didn't hesitate at all, as if she was about to burn her past life on fire.
She was reborn. She had known that painting could not save her.
Instead of keeping these paintings for Qi Yanran to use, it would be better to burn them.
Song Ziqian couldn't care about anything else, he was so frightened that he yelled with sweat on his head: "Qi Yuan, what the hell did you do!"