Just as Ye Mo Ling was about to stand up, Shen Qingluan's foot stepped down on his chest, making his face almost distorted with anger and resentment in his eyes.
Shen Qingluan had a sneer on her lips, looking down at Ye Moling condescendingly.
"I have no interest in you. I even feel sick when I see you. So...if you appear in front of me again, I wouldn't mind paying off a few more debts."
Before taking his foot away, Shen Qingluan did not forget to step on it hard. This foot made him spurt out blood again, and his face was pale and colorless.
"Also, you are not wrong when you say that I owe Shen Yurou. You go back and tell her, and I will return everything to her."
All the scars and grief.
She will give it all back to her!
"correct……"
Before leaving, Shen Qingluan seemed to have thought of something again, and held Feng Lichen's hand with a smile.
Feng Lichen was startled for a moment, looking at Shen Qingluan's active hand, this sudden feeling of being flattered...what's going on?
It seemed like... he had never seen her take such initiative before.
Except for that one time five years ago...
Feng Lichen narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Qingluan beside him with a half-smile.
Shen Qingluan didn't even look at him, his smile was full of beauty and moving.
"Prince Chen is indeed much better than you, which proves that I am not blind. As for whether I can be Princess Chen..." Her smile gradually widened, "That's irrelevant, I won't suffer any loss anyway."
Ye Moling's eyes almost burst out with anger.
This Shen Qingluan, who openly betrayed him back then, now wants to be Princess Chen as if nothing had happened?
Simply ridiculous!
Even if a woman from their royal family is divorced, she can only stay with him for the rest of her life.
He would never let her marry Feng Lichen as she wished!
At this moment, Ye Moling even forgot the purpose of coming to Feng Lichen. His eyes were full of anger and his whole body seemed to be on fire. How could he still remember Ye Lintian's words?
Seeing Shen Qingluan leading Feng Lichen away, he gritted his teeth with hatred, an abrupt sneer hung on the corner of his lips, and there was a coldness in his eyes.
"Shen Qingluan, do you think it would be so easy for you, an unruly woman, to marry him? Later, the prince asked his mother to issue an order to refer Shen Ci to Feng Lichen."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the ground, turned and left.
…
Not far away, Shen Qingluan was about to let go of Feng Lichen's hand, but was suddenly pulled into his arms by him.
The man's chest was so stiff that it made her head hurt.
One of his hands tightly held her arm, and his stunning face curved into an enchanting arc.
"Shen Qingluan, it's easy for you to become Princess Chen. As long as you admit that the woman five years ago was you, I—"
Shen Qingluan's face turned dark: "It's not me."
"It doesn't matter if it's not you. As long as you say a word, I can marry you as my concubine.
"..."
How come this man is like a dog-skin plaster that sticks to him and cannot be shaken off.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I just want to do it." Feng Lichen held her arm tightly and held her back with his other hand.
Let her body press against his chest.
The two of them were very close, so close that... they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.
"You need to take responsibility for what you just said."
The man's low and hoarse voice rang in Shen Qingluan's ears.
Shen Qingluan's face changed: "I just can't stand Ye Moling being so narcissistic and asking him to understand his status clearly."
"What Xiao Luan'er means is that I am a better match for you than Ye Mo Ling...?"