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Laughing and noisy sounds entered Zhan Yan's ears word by word, and the magazine held in her hand slipped down to the ground with a "pa" sound.

She was completely stupefied. Only a trace of bright red remained in her clear eyes. The redness was gorgeous and gorgeous, and the redness was dazzling and dazzling.

From time to time, a bashful and playful sound would pierce his ears and constantly vibrate his eardrums, causing him to feel pain from the vibrations.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Be careful that I don't tear your mouth apart." Although Li Xiaoqian retorted, a smile blossomed on her small face.

"Oh, what's there to be shy about? I heard that the wedding date has been set, and the Third Young Master Ji is already at the side of number three. The male side is anxious to hug the fat brat." The girl was giggling nonstop.

"Li Xiaoqian's face became even redder, and her smile became even more beautiful. The two old men had chosen a few good days, but you could tell from Viyan's words that he had once been married. His ex-wife is still pestering him. She'll have to deal with it before she gets married. "

"So he's hiding emotions. But you can't be careless about this kind of thing. Men always like to be new and never get tired of the old. If he and his ex-wife stay together, don't even think about ending your life in the future."

Li Xiaoqian laughed faintly, she did not seem to care much about it. What she needed to do now was to catch that man, Ji Weiyang, as soon as possible. Once they had an engagement, she wouldn't be a soft persimmon to let other women pester her husband.

"She continued to pick through the rows of hangers, occasionally picking out a piece of clothing to draw on before putting it back in place unhappily." "Actually, that ex-wife of Weiyang's was quite pitiful. She was afflicted with a serious illness and managed to keep her life after so much difficulty. It's impossible for her to have children, and she might die at any moment now …"

"Who do you think will die at any moment?" Bang! The door of the fitting room was forcefully pushed open. The loud sound attracted everyone's attention. Du Xiaomo did not seem to care about the gazes of others, as she arrogantly arrived in front of Li Xiaoqian. She had to endure with great difficulty before she decided not to slap Li Xiaoqian.

"Who are you?" Li Xiaoqian felt that the woman in front of him was extremely baffled.

Du Xiaomo did not explain, but stared at her fiercely, "Next time, don't be so vulgar with your mouth, when cursing people to death, be careful of the walls with ears." Her gaze turned away from Li Xiaoqian with disdain, stepped on her high heels and stood in front of the fitting mirror. Her two hands pulled at the hem of her long skirt.

"Who are you scolding! Watch your mouth. " Li Xiaoqian raised her eyebrows coldly.

"I'll scold whoever blocks my way." Du Xiaomo did not want to be outdone, she was a perceptive person, based on what she heard in the changing room, she could roughly guess what happened.

Looking through the wide mirror, she saw that Zhan Yan was still sitting on the sofa. His face was calm and pale, pale to the point that it had almost completely lost all color.

On the other hand, Li Xiaoqian's red dress fluttered, her cheeks were round, and she had a complacent look.

The more Du Xiaomo saw, the angrier she got, and unconsciously let out a cold snort, "Ji Weiyang's taste is really getting worse, daring to accept any kind of trash. "The fat on my waist is able to extract two pounds of lard, it's really round and smooth."

"You can't be the Third Young Master Ji's ex-wife who could die at any time, right?" Without waiting for Li Xiaoqian to make a move, her best friend beside her opened her mouth first.

The word "dead" made Du Xiaomo feel an indescribable disgust. Anyone who walked out of the shadow of death would especially avoid the word "dead".

"Who did you say will die? Do you dare to say another word? " Du Xiaomo lifted her hand, and pointed straight at Li Xiaoqian's best friend's nose.

Li Xiaoqian stood up beside the ghost, and also had a haughty look, "Don't think that you can be so arrogant just because you have Weiyang as your backing; If you're capable, we'll see. "

"You …" Du Xiaomo was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

"Du Xiaomo was enraged, she raised her hand to hit him, but before her arm could land on the ground, Li Xiaoqian grabbed it by the wrist and pushed it away. "Don't bite like a mad dog, our Li Family isn't someone to be trifled with either."

Du Xiaomo did not care about the Li family members, and pounced towards Li Xiaoqian's face, but was stopped by a cold voice.

"Xiaomo." The Zhan Yan who had been silent all this time had finally opened her mouth. She stood up and slowly walked over, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and the gaze that landed on Li Xiaoqian's body carried a faint iciness.

"And who are you? "Mind your own business." Li Xiaoqian's best friend was the first to speak.

Zhan Yan smiled gently, the corners of her lips slightly raised, ethereal and absolutely beautiful. I am Wei Zhanyan, the ex-wife of the Ji Weiyang you all mentioned before, who can't give birth to a child and can could die at any time. "

Li Xiaoqian was slightly shocked, and she sized Zhan Yan up from top to bottom. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, with a faint and elegant temperament, extremely similar to a little daisy that bloomed in the sun during the summer, but in her eyes, Zhan Yan was not an obstacle for her on her path forward, because her disease did not even cause her the right to enter the Ji Family.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Li Xiaoqian knew she was in the wrong, and her voice eased up a bit.

"It doesn't matter, what you say is the truth." Zhan Yan's voice was still indifferent as before, as she turned to look at the shop assistant. "Help me wrap this dress up, as well as all the clothes this young lady has tried." Zhan Yan casually pointed to the red dress on Li Xiaoqian's body, then took out a dazzling golden card from her bag and handed it over.

This card was even given to her by Ji Weiyang, but she didn't have much use for it, so this was the first time.

"Alright, I'll help you wrap it up right away." The shop assistant was overjoyed, and did not dare delay in the slightest. She arranged the clothes that Li Xiaoqian had just tried out and stored them in a gift box, then came in front of Li Xiaoqian and said with some difficulty, "I'm sorry Miss, please take off your clothes, please …"

Li Xiaoqian's beautiful face was twisted. In her entire life, she had never been this angry before. She turned around and went into the locker room. Not long after, she changed back into her own clothes.

"Here you go."

"Her long skirt slid down along the hem of Zhan Yan's clothes. She gave a warm smile and instantly picked up the long skirt from the ground. After that, she forcefully tore the long skirt apart and tossed it on the ground. I don't care about things that others use. "

"Wei Zhanyan, don't go too far!" Li Xiaoqian's originally rosy complexion turned ashen.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend them." Zhan Yan proudly raised her chin and coldly threw out a sentence, then grabbed Du Xiaomo's arm. "Xiaomo, let's go."

Before she left, Du Xiaomo had also conveniently kicked the paper bag the shop assistant had wrapped before he left, "I have already rewarded you with everything, don't thank me."

The two of them walked out of the department store one after the other. Du Xiaomo felt that she had been very satisfied just now, as she placed one hand on Zhan Yan's shoulder, and laughed heartily with the other hand. She gave a thumbs up, "Zhan Yan, how domineering."

Zhan Yan was silent, her head was lowered, and even Du Xiaomo was unable to see the expression on her face, as well as the cold tears that rolled down her pale face from the back of her hand at that moment.

Had she really won this war between women alone? What she won was just a moment of passion. In reality, she had already lost to reality.

"Let's go eat western cuisine. I'll treat you." Du Xiaomo was in a good mood as she patted her chest and said.

Zhan Yan quickly restrained her emotions, lifted her chin and said indifferently, "Maybe another day. I'm a little tired, so I want to go back and rest."

"Are you not feeling well? "Yan Yan, you don't look too good." Du Xiaomo asked worriedly.

"No. "I'm just tired. I'll be fine after a short rest." Zhan Yan subconsciously caressed her cheek with her palm.

She dialed the driver's number, and the black Mercedes-Benz quickly heard them at the entrance of the department store. Zhan Yan bade farewell to Du Xiaomo, and was sent home by the driver.

For the entire afternoon, she did not leave. Instead, she sat alone in the courtyard and stared blankly at the sky. The original servants in the house had all been replaced by Ji Weiyang. Although these new servants were very courteous, they were completely foreign to him. Regarding the matter of Ji Weiyang suddenly changing servants, Zhan Yan did not ask much. Even if he did not say anything, she could roughly guess that it was related to the matter of the newspaper.

Zhan Yan sat on the swing, wearing a heavy white woolen sweater.

She raised her chin to look at the blue sky. The spring wind blew through her bones, bringing with it a faint chill.

This afternoon, she thought of many things. She thought of her past self and Lu Anqi, and thought of the current Li Xiaoqian and herself.

She suddenly realised that she was acting the same role as Lu Anqi in the past. She was using the debt Ji Weiyang owed her to hold him back, to prevent him from being as happy as he was supposed to be.

She knew better than anyone how much pain she was going through, and was it going to be played on another person? In her three years of marriage with Ji Weiyang, Lu Anqi was the third party between them, so, in the near future, would she become the third party between Ji Weiyang and Ji Weiyang?

No, she didn't want that to happen. What was she supposed to do? Her heart was in turmoil.

"What are you thinking about?" A soft cashmere blanket was suddenly draped over her shoulders. Zhan Yan turned her head, and what she saw was Ji Weiyang's handsome face with a smile on his face.

It turned out that the night had already begun to sink.

"You're back." She gave him a soft, gentle smile.

Ji Weiyang squatted in front of her, and gently caressed her pale little face with his palm. How long have you been here? "My body is so cold."

"It wasn't long. The room is too stuffy, so I came out to get some fresh air." Zhan Yan replied indifferently.

Ji Weiyang smiled, and without saying anything further, he carried her up from the ground and walked into the villa, "Didn't you go to the department store earlier this morning, what did you buy?"

"Nothing." Zhan Yan casually replied.

"Oh? Didn't you have high-end female clothing? " Ji Weiyang asked. Zhan Yan had bound his personal phone with his gold card, in the morning, his family had clearly swiped some money, and he was still happy that his woman had finally learned to spend his money. asked, but Zhan Yan's gold card had bound his personal phone, and in the morning, his family's gold card had obviously swiped some money, and he was still happy that his woman had finally learned to spend his money. Could it be that the money was given to Hope Project?!

"I don't like it. I gave it to someone else." Zhan Yan laid her head against his chest, not showing high emotions the entire time.

Ji Weiyang did not mind, he just lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Let's go shopping on weekends. Since it's the new season, I think it's time to buy new clothes."

"I've got a lot of clothes." Zhan Yan was carried to the sofa in his arms. The air-conditioning in the room was turned on just right, it was warm and made one feel drowsy.

Ji Weiyang instructed the servant to boil a cup of Red Sugar Ginger Soup for Zhan Yan to drive away the cold air so that she would not be infected by the cold wind.

"A woman's wardrobe is always missing a piece of clothing." He smiled and fondled her soft hair.

"Sir, madam, dinner is ready." A servant came over and respectfully asked when dinner would be served.

Ji Weiyang stretched out his arms wanting to carry Zhan Yan to the dining hall, but she jumped off the sofa first and said with a slightly flushed face, "I'll go there myself."

The two of them walked into the living room one after the other. On the table, there was a bowl of soup with four meals, all of them being dishes that Zhan Yan liked. Ji Weiyang picked up a few vegetables and placed them in her bowl.

At this time, there were faint noises coming from outside, and two servants at the door were whispering to each other. It was unknown what they were talking about.

Ji Weiyang took this opportunity and put down his bowl. His sword-like eyebrows lightly knitted together, revealing a impatience to be disturbed. "What is it?"

"Sir, a young lady has come to the courtyard to cause a ruckus, and she has been arguing with you for a long time. We feel that she's a bit mentally ill, should we call the police?" The servant said.

Ji Weiyang's brows locked even tighter, and subconsciously looked towards Zhan Yan. Without even thinking, she knew that Angel must be sick again. She didn't expect that he would come here to cause trouble, so how did Lu Manyun take care of her.

"Eat first, I'll go take a look." Ji Weiyang quickly wiped the corner of his lips with a tissue, then stood up and left.

Once he left, Zhan Yan had no appetite whatsoever. It was really strange today. When she went out in the morning, she forgot to look at the Yellow Calendar, and came across Li Xiaoqian silently cursing her to die. had even come knocking on her door to find a good meal that night.

She stood in front of the french windows on the second floor, looking down through the gauzy curtains at the courtyard below.

She saw that Lu Anqi was crying while holding onto an old cloth doll. The two guards dragged her, but she was struggling desperately. Ji Weiyang stood very far away from her, with one hand in her pocket, calmly smoking.

The window frame was ajar, and noises could be heard from outside the house. Lu Anqi's hoarse wails continuously shook her ears.

"Viyan, look, this is our child. It's a boy. "Didn't you tell me you wanted a son, Vuyo? This is our son." Lu Anqi held up the worn-out cloth doll in her hand, and looked towards Ji Weiyang.

However, Ji Weiyang just stood there, without the slightest intention of approaching them. He took out his cell phone and called Lu Manyun.

This time Angie looked more serious than ever. If she had been called before, he would definitely not watch as she left him. Her appearance was truly pitiful. But he had also said that from then on, they were unrelated. If he tried to coax her every time she got sick, they would only make the cycle go on and on, and they would never be able to get rid of each other.

Perhaps, just by watching her ignore him like this, he would make people feel that he had a heart of stone. But even if he would rather be an evil person, he would not let Zhan Yan get hurt again.

Lu Anqi continued to cry non-stop, "Weiyang, why are you ignoring me? Are you still angry with me? I know, I know I was wrong, but I have my reasons. I left you to protect our child. Look, look at our child. His eyes, nose, and eyebrows are all like yours. "

Lu Anqi giggled foolishly, her fingertips swiping the cloth doll's face.

"How did you let him in?" Ji Weiyang coldly asked the butler beside him.

"Miss Lu said she's a friend of mister. Watching her on the video call is no different from watching a normal person, so the guard let her in. Sorry, but we will take note of it next time." The steward answered cautiously, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Because the people in the villa had just been changed, no one knew Lu Anqi.

"Did you call 120?" Ji Weiyang asked again.

"Yes, they've already started." The butler hurriedly nodded and added, "However, usually in this kind of situation, 120 people would contact the doctor in the mental hospital. She should still be sent to the mental hospital, so as to avoid harming the innocent again."

"A mental hospital." Ji Weiyang's ink had turned darker. Angie had been sent there once, and she had committed suicide after only one day, so he paid for her to come back the next day.

If they were sent back this time... Ji Weiyang did not continue to think about it, because all of these had nothing to do with him.

made up her mind, but on the second floor, he could not watch any longer. She knew what kind of pain it was. Lu Anqi was indeed hateful, but she was still a patient right now.

Zhan Yan hurried downstairs and came to Ji Weiyang's side.

"How did you get out?"

Zhan Yan stood in front of him, looked up at him, and said in an extremely calm manner, "Weiyang, go and coax her.