Bai Ran sat aside with an embarrassed expression. In front of her, Wenshan's face remained expressionless as he slowly tasted the tea in his hand.
"Bai Ran, you should also know about Yan'er's return."
"You came to me because of Yan'er?"
Hearing Wenshan's words, Bai Ran's eyes flashed with surprise.
Could it be that Wenshan's conscience found out that he wanted to treat Yan'er well and planned to let her be the lobbyist?
Does he think that this can erase the mistakes he committed when he ignored death?
"I came to you, indeed, for Yan'er," Wenshan frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "This girl has been out for ten years, and her temper has become bad. As soon as she came back, she poisoned Feifei, which hurt Feifei."
The pain is worse than death, I hope you can help me persuade Yan'er to change her ways."
boom!
Bai Ran slammed the tea cup in her hand to the ground, her eyebrows were filled with anger, and she looked at Wenshan angrily.
"I thought you had found out, but I didn't expect you came to me to complain! Why did Yan Yan treat Wen Feifei like this? The mistress's daughter must have done something! What good things can a mistress' daughter do?
If she doesn't provoke Yan Yan, will Yan Yan poison her?"
"Bairan!"
Wenshan's hand fell heavily on the table, and he got up from the sofa. His fists clenched and his face was livid: "Xiaoyue is my wife, Feifei is my daughter, you should respect them!"
Over the years, he had neglected Chai Yue too much, causing the outside world to put so much pressure on her.
Thinking of this, Wenshan felt guilty in his heart.
Because of this, Bai Ran's anger grew stronger and stronger, turning into a raging fire, burning his entire body.
"Chai Yue is your wife, so who is my sister?" Bai Ran sneered and took a few steps towards Wenshan, curling his lips sarcastically.
"Your sister is dead!"
Looking at Bai Ran's contemptuous eyes, Wenshan's mind instantly went blank, and this sentence blurted out without even thinking about it.
After saying these words, he felt completely empty. He staggered a few times and fell down on the sofa.
For more than ten years, he never mentioned Bai You's death because it was also a pain in his heart.
But the man is dead, why can't he get another wife? What qualifications do these people have to keep blaming him and Chai Yue?
"Yes," Bai Ran's eyes darkened a bit, "My sister is indeed dead, but don't forget that before she passed away, you and Chai Yue had an affair. What's more, Wen Feifei...
She is only a few months younger than Yanyan. She is not a mistress now, but she is still a mistress. A daughter of a mistress is destined to be despicable!"
Snapped!
A crisp voice sounded, and at that moment, five more fingerprints appeared on Bai Ran's cheek.
Wenshan's hands were trembling a little. When he looked up at Bai Ran's indifferent eyes, his heart suddenly went cold: "Ran... Ranran, I didn't mean it. How are you?"
Bai Ran's eyebrows were full of indifference. She had always hated the Wen family... and Chai Yue, so this slap did not cause much fluctuation in her heart.
After all...this man is no longer the man who protected and loved his sister in his arms.
If she had known that he was so selfish, she would not have encouraged her sister to pursue love.