A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

"You did it to her, shouldn't you?"

Ruan Peichen's voice was cold and calm. Although it was what Xielm expected him to say, Xielm still felt uncomfortable when he heard him say that.

"Ruan Peichen, I won't apologize to her or admit her mistakes. My maximum tolerance for her is to turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye when she doesn't exist... If you want me to give a 'little three'...a woman with ulterior motives Sorry, that's impossible!"

After West Elm finished speaking, he stood up.

Ruan Peichen squinted over, his thin lips moved slightly, and his tone was cold: "Stop!"

West Elm stood still, but turned his back to Ruan Peichen, clenched his hands into fists, and gritted his teeth.

"Little San? Who allowed you to say Feng Yunya like that? Have ulterior motives? This word is much more suitable for you than Feng Yunya?"

West Elm turned around and looked at Ruan Peichen in shock, but seeing his indifferent expression and disgusted eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"Ruan Peichen, yes, I married you with ulterior motives, and I have never denied it. But do you dare to touch your conscience and say that Feng Yunya is not a mistress?"

Ruan Peichen lowered his face, and his dark pupils were icy cold. He sat there like an ice sculpture, with a chill all over his body.

Xiyu was afraid of the cold, but the resentment that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time supported her, making her throw all the questions in her heart to Ruan Peichen.

"Feng Yunya is mistress? Did I say she was my woman? Or did you see me having sex with her?"

Ruan Peichen asked Xielm in a low and gloomy voice, and he slowly took up his position, his tall figure standing in front of Xielm, feeling oppressive.

West Elm looked away, gritted his teeth and said, "No, but she..."

Ruan Peichen sneered, pinched Xiyu's face, stared into Xiyu's eyes and said, "But you think she got involved between my marriage and yours, so you think she is a mistress?"

"Because Feng Yunya's appearance made you feel that my marriage with you is threatened, that's why you dare to pour tea on her in front of so many people and humiliate her with those little three-slut words!"

Ruan Peichen lowered his head and leaned in front of Xielm, the choking smell of tobacco penetrated into Xielm's mouth, making her feel suffocated.

"Nie Xiyu, do you really think that you are my wife and have the title of Mrs. Ruan as the main wife, so you can openly warn and humiliate those women who are close to me?"

Ruan Peichen shook off Xielm, sarcastically.

Xiyu raised his hand and wiped his chin, and said, "Mrs. Ruan... Ruan Peichen, I don't love you, why should I humiliate Feng Yunya for these things? Even if she is a mistress you like, can you divorce me ? Whether you and I can divorce is up to me, not you!"

Xiyu's delicate face was now covered with frost, with a fierce determination that was different from the past. When Ruan Peichen saw it, his eyes were dark and he was silent for a long time.

After a while, Ruan Peichen suddenly laughed, raised his hand to hook Xiyu's face, and said casually: "Yes, it's up to you to divorce me, and it has nothing to do with Feng Yunya. But it's true that you humiliated Feng Yunya today. My people have been humiliated by you like this, you have to pay some price."

"Didn't you say she's not your woman?"

Xiyu pushed Ruan Peichen away with a palm, took two steps back and opened the distance and asked coldly.

Ruan Peichen raised his eyebrows slightly, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said calmly: "My people, no matter if they are women, subordinates, or people I like, you are not qualified to humiliate them. And... if the mistress intervenes, that's up to you." They are men and women with feelings, since there is no relationship between us, Feng Yunya is naturally not a mistress."