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Without waiting for Fu Sihan to speak, she continued, "I saw a man hugging Yan Yanyi late at night. They acted very intimately, and that man seemed to be CEO Shang's friend. I advised him to be late … After all, she has already married you, but she said that you were merely a decoration and that you did not deserve to be her husband. "

"You're done?" Fu Sihan leaned against the back of the sofa. His posture was languid and unhurried, but his domineering air leaked out.

I really want to shut this noisy woman up.

"Third Young Master, aren't you angry?" Yan Meng Rou was shocked. There was actually a man who could endure his wife bringing him a green hat?

"Late at night, she …" She's giving you a green hat!

Halfway through her words, Fu Sihan stood up and strode upstairs.

"Third Young Master, where are you going?" When Yan Gaoqing saw this, he instantly became anxious. "Wen Xue has already gone to call late. Just wait downstairs!"

"You've been calling for ten minutes, and you still haven't woken up?"

In that instant, Yan Gaoqing felt a bone-piercing coldness. He had only thought that it was a single sentence from Fu Sihan.

All the rooms on the second floor were tightly shut. Fu Sihan asked Yan Gaoqing behind him, "Where's Yan Jianyin's room for the night?"

"She …" Yan Gaoqing stammered, unwilling to say.

Yan MengRou's gaze betrayed the truth, and she couldn't help but glance in the same direction.

Fu Sihan looked at the door and strode over. He then kicked the door open and broke in.

There was a smell of dust.

The room was only about thirty square meters, not as big as the bathroom in his bedroom. The furniture inside was simple and crude. There was a 1.5 meter bed, a vertical wardrobe, and a desk with a stool. There wasn't even a dressing table. A decent servant is better than this room.

Yan Ye was surrounded by Wen Xue and her entourage. The servant beside him was holding an ice pack in his hand.

"What are you applying it for, just apply the powder directly to cover it up. It's not like she's that noble!"

At the same time Wen Xue's sarcastic voice rang out, a loud 'bang' was heard. Someone from outside had broken into the room.

Yan Gaoqing and Yan MengRou pursed their lips and closed their eyes tightly. How could Wen Xue say such words at such a critical moment!

Fu Sihan was standing underneath the entrance. His face was expressionless, but his face was like a block of ice. His eyes were filled with intense hostility and his mouth was filled with ridicule.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I …"

Wen Xue was so frightened that the powder on her hands fell to the ground. She felt that Fu Sihan was now a masked Asura!

The two middle-aged servants pressed on her hands, making her unable to move. Wen Xue's actions were very ruthless. She grimaced in pain, opening her eyes when she heard the sound. Her eyes were still misting over as she stared in shock at the man who had suddenly appeared.

She thought that Fu Sihan would be taken back by the Yan Clan. She didn't even know why Fu Sihan suddenly came to this place, but … Surely not for her? Otherwise, why didn't he come back with her?

However, at this moment, this man was absolutely clear that he had appeared right in front of him. He had to deny his thoughts no matter what.

Not only was he not fooled by the Yan family, he also found her room, when she was held down by four or five women and unable to move.

Behind the cold and merciless silver mask, the man's pair of eyes that were as cold as the depths of winter were tightly locked onto her. He carried with him emotions that she had never experienced before and could not understand.

It was as if he … Angry?

She opened her mouth, but there was an unbearable pain at the corners of her mouth and cheeks. All the sounds lingered in her throat and were finally swallowed back into her stomach.