The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

As soon as these words came out, in addition to Qin Yushan, Qin Zisen also had a look of obvious surprise on his face.

"Yushan, didn't you say that you decided to return home because the dance troupe was too hard?"

Qin Yushan clenched her hands tightly under the table, as if she wanted to dig out the flesh from her palms. The voice of the new Chinese girl seemed to reappear in her ears:

"Her inability is her problem, it doesn't represent all Asians."

"Because from now on, this will be my home ground, and everyone will remember an Asian face named Cecilia."

Qin Yushan gritted her teeth, the smile on her face was a little stiff, and there was more hatred in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Ruoli.

She answered ambiguously: "I am indeed not suitable to continue staying in the dance troupe. Leaving is a mutual choice between the two parties."

"Really?" Jiang Ruoli raised his eyebrows and pointed to the coat rack behind him: "Please help me get my bag, thank you."

The waiter was about to take action, but the man next to Miss Jiang moved faster and took the small pink bag.

Pei Zigui doesn't like others touching Jiang Ruoli's things, especially this kind of close-fitting bag.

He took the bag and sat back next to the woman, asking gently, "What do you want?"

At the same time, the flower egg rolls that Jiang Ruoli ordered finally arrived. She looked at them eagerly for several times. Cold eggs would have a faint eggy smell compared to hot eggs, and would not taste as good.

As if he had guessed what Jiang Ruoli was thinking, Pei Zigui put her small bag on his legs. The pink bag contrasted sharply with the black suit pants, wavering between incongruity and suitability.

With his other hand, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a flower egg roll for Jiang Ruoli. His eyes were full of doting: "Eat it first. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Jiang Ruoli naturally would not refuse.

"Please help me get the photos in my bag. There are five of them in total."

After the little girl finished speaking, she continued to eat her flower egg roll with her head down, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

But the rest of the people's eyes were all on the pink bag that the man opened.

There is curiosity, doubt, nervousness and anxiety.

Qin Yushan didn't know what photos Jiang Ruoli would bring out, but her intuition was not optimistic. Otherwise, given this young lady's temperament, how could she suddenly cue Munich and photos?

Sure enough, a pair of bony fingers pulled out an envelope from the compartment of the bag. When it was opened, there were several photos inside.

The moment she saw the photo, Qin Yushan's pupils suddenly contracted, filled with fear and pain that she didn't want to recall.

How could it be? How did Jiang Ruoli have this photo?

There are five photos, each of which shows her accidentally falling on the stage.

Ballet is not like a movie. There is no one to record the performances with a video camera, and many audiences just watch in immersion.

In addition, the mistake at that time affected the reputation of the dance troupe, and the troupe leader had already privately arranged not to let the news leak out.

She subconsciously looked at Qin Zisen and denied it flatly: "Brother, listen to me, it's not like that. I..."

"Okay, no need to explain."

The photos explained everything clearly; Qin Yushan was returned by the dance troupe.

Qin Zisen didn't want to listen to Qin Yushan's nonsense anymore, nor did he want to spend time finding out whether the photo was real or fake.

Jiang Ruoli would not be so idle as to photoshop a fake photo to frame Qin Yushan. This could only be something that really happened.

"There's no point in explaining this now. You can't go back to Munich. Pack your luggage as soon as possible and prepare to return to the United States."

Qin Yushan wanted to say something, her red eyes were about to burst into tears. She stared at Jiang Ruoli, as if she wanted to say something, but it turned into a reluctant smile.

"Ms. Jiang, oh no, Mrs. Pei, I will leave as soon as possible and not bother you anymore. Excuse me, can you forgive me now?"

Jiang Ruoli came to this dinner just to see how Qin Yushan would apologize, but it turned out that she just repeated the same few words over and over again, and they were not sincere. It was really boring.

"Qin Yushan, this is not how you ask for forgiveness. You keep giving excuses, like you want to be famous, or you are young and ignorant. If I remember correctly, you are the same age as my husband, and you have eaten several more years of meals than I have, right?"

"If you ask me, it would be better for you to just admit that you have other intentions. I can still respect you."

The difference between Qin Yushan and Qu Xinzheng (no such person has been found) is that the latter would only seek death like a reckless man, while she knows how to sacrifice her face in time to save her reputation.

Qin Yushan tightly grasped the red wine glass on the table, stood up, and drank it all from Jiang Ruoli. Then, she poured two more glasses and drank them all.

“Mrs. Pei, this wine is my apology. Anything more you say is just an excuse.

You are right, I did have some thoughts about Zigui, but I used the wrong methods. But that was only because I loved him too much and wanted to be by his side so much, so that our names could be mentioned together more often and our lives could have more overlapping trajectories.

I now know that it was all my wishful thinking, and I ask that you do not pursue my offensive actions any further."

Jiang Ruoli snorted coldly, his fox eyes raised high, filled with sarcasm.

"You make me sound like the bad guy who broke you up. Husband, how about letting Miss Qin take Mrs. Pei's seat?"

"Qin Yushan! Kneel down!" Qin Zisen angrily slammed the table, his face flushed as he scolded, "That's outrageous! I asked you to apologize, but you said such obscene words! It's unbearable to hear! Kneel down! Apologize to Mrs. Pei!"

I punished myself by drinking three cups of wine. Where did you learn those tricks at the drinking table?

From beginning to end, Pei Zigui's emotions were always very stable, so stable that it seemed as if the man Qin Yushan was talking about was not himself, and so stable that there was not a trace of emotion.

Until Jiang Ruoli said, don't be Mrs. Pei anymore. Although I knew she said this on purpose, my heart still twitched subconsciously.

Don't want to be Mrs. Pei? It's impossible in the next life.

Pei Zigui's eyes were sharp, like thousands of arrows, shooting at the woman who was kneeling on the ground.

"My Pei Zigui's wife can only be Jiang Ruoli. Others' wishful thinking is just ridiculous. If you make my wife unhappy, then you should just drink three cups?"

He tapped the table and said, "Since Miss Qin likes to punish herself with wine, bring up all the wine I have stored here."

"Wait!" Jiang Ruoli stopped Pei Zigui.

I thought she was begging for mercy, but unexpectedly the girl continued in a clear voice: "Just take the ordinary wine in the store."

Pei Zigui's wine collection is worth hundreds of thousands, and some are even worth millions. Isn't this a bargain for Qin Yushan?

A cow chewing a peony, what can she understand?

The waiter left the room and soon returned with a cart of wine. There were bottles of all kinds of wine, including red wine, white wine, sake, rice wine, beer, and everything you could think of.

It seems that Miss Qin today will walk in and leave sideways.

The expression on Qin Yushan's face could no longer be suppressed at this moment. Her knees felt heavy on the ground as if they were filled with lead, and she sat down with a thump.

"Zigui, are you... serious?"

Qin Zisen's expression was not very good either, "Zigui, this..."

He wanted to persuade and plead, but he didn't know how to start. He also knew that the man in front of him would never care about what he said.

Pei Zigui didn't even raise his eyes as he carefully peeled salted shrimp for Jiang Ruoli.

"Miss Qin doesn't want her tongue anymore?"

He put the whole shrimp meat into the small bowl in front of Jiang Ruoli, and wiped his hands slowly, as if he was talking about the good weather tonight, but what he said was creepy.

"Ms. Qin, you still have to go to the United States as soon as possible. After all, someone is already waiting for you there."

Qin Zisen frowned. The Qin family did arrange a housekeeper and a nanny for Qin Yushan, but the "someone" Pei Zigui mentioned was definitely not them.

Sure enough, the next second, Pei Zigui looked at Qin Zisen.

"Mr. Qin, there are a lot of different lawyers abroad. I happen to have a Chinese lawyer here who is good at handling tax cases and is already waiting in the United States."

Tax, lawyer...

Qin Zisen obviously understood Pei Zigui's implication. His eyes were red with anger and he slapped him.