Return to before death

"Sheng Xuanling! I am your fiancée!"

Seeing her fiancé flirting with another woman right in front of her, Liu Xinyin's face turned deathly pale with anger. She roared and forcefully splashed the icy spring water at the two of them. Sheng Xuanling decisively pushed Yan Ran out and stood in front of him. The cold pool water was not much, but it was enough to ruin everything that Yan Ran had carefully dressed up for today.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't see you just now." Sheng Xuanling slowly flicked the few drops of water off his sleeve and gentlemanly extended a helping hand to Liu Xinyin, who was still soaking in the water and looked pale.

Liu Xinyin gave Yan Ran a smug wink, as if to say that the other women were just for fun, and that she, Liu Xinyin, was the future Mrs. Sheng.

Yan Ran rolled her eyes at this narcissistic behavior to express her disdain, and then went about fixing her wet hair.

what……

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out, and Liu Xinyin fell into the water again.

It turned out that Sheng Xuanling had been cruel, and just as Liu Xinyin stepped onto the fountain step, he suddenly let go. Liu Xinyin fell into the pool without warning. This time, she lost her balance, and half of her body hit the stone steps. It's likely that she won't recover from this injury without a few days of rest.

Suddenly, Yan Ran felt a chill run down her spine as she saw the tall man looking down coldly at the helpless woman in the water and the boy in the hospital room forcing her to jump at gunpoint.

"Liu Xinyin, if I have to take responsibility for every woman I've slept with, wouldn't my wives, Sheng Xuanling, be lined up all the way to the moon?"

"You might not think too highly of yourself."

After saying that, Sheng Xuanling casually reached out and put his arm around Yan Ran's thin shoulder, his tone domineering, "Come with me."

"Mr. Sheng, I..."

"If you want some alone time, then stop talking nonsense!"

An impatient voice interrupted Yan Ran's explanation again. Now that things had come to this, there was no turning back. Yan Ran gritted her teeth and followed in his footsteps.

Meanwhile, Liu Xinyin, who had been repeatedly struck behind her, seemed to have regained her senses, and her shrill screams continued to emanate from behind.

"Sheng Xuanling! You promised to marry me, and I am your rightful fiancée!"

"Sheng Xuanling! This is what you owe me!"

"Sheng Xuanling! Have you forgotten our child?"

……

At the entrance of Grand Mansion, Sheng Xuanling answered the phone, "Blue."

Yan Ran said calmly, "Mr. Sheng, I really don't mean to go on a date with you. I want to talk to you about some things that happened nine years ago."

"Don't speak yet." Sheng Xuanling took out a plain white handkerchief, and with her slender fingers lifted the wet hair that was sticking to Yan Ran's forehead, gently and carefully wiping the water stains off her face.

Yan Ran took a step back to avoid him. "Mr. Sheng, I don't want to be your lover. Do you still remember nine years ago..."

"Wait a moment."

A blue supercar pulled up at the door, and a maid wearing white gloves got out and respectfully handed over the keys with both hands.

Sheng Xuanling sat sideways in the driver's seat and beckoned to Yan Ran as if she were a stray dog, "Get in the car, your clothes are dirty, I'll take you to pick out a new one."

"Mr. Sheng!" Yan Ran said with slight displeasure, "I really have something important to discuss with you!"

"We'll talk while we pick out clothes."

“Let’s talk here.”

"Either get in the car or leave now." Sheng Xuanling looked at her with a half-smile, confidently. "You've been following me for hours. It's not worth missing an opportunity over something so trivial."

Yan Ran was stunned. Did he know all along about her and Liu Xinyin's little secrets?

The car suddenly started, as if urging her on, and gave her no time to think. Yan Ran could only obediently get into the car.

The car sped away like lightning. Instead of going to a bustling area to choose a dress, it turned around and stopped on a hillside in the suburbs.

Yan Ran rubbed her forehead, inwardly cursing herself for being an idiot. She had actually followed a guy to the middle of nowhere; wasn't this just handing herself over for a beating?

"Mr. Sheng..."

"Call me Xuanling."

As darkness fell, the alluring voice rang out clearly on the empty mountain road.

“Mr. Sheng,” Yan Ran ignored the man’s flirting, “I’m here to save my husband.”