Return to before death

Just as Yan Ran took a step and approached within three meters of Sheng Xuanling, Liu Xinyin suddenly appeared. She glanced at Yan Ran, leaned down and whispered a few words in Sheng Xuanling's ear, and the two hurriedly left. Yan Ran was wearing high heels and couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.

Disappointed, Yan Ran wandered aimlessly and unintentionally came to Sheng Huayan's open art exhibition room, which displayed Sheng Huayan's private collection of paintings over the years for his own enjoyment.

Beside the zigzag-shaped exhibition stand, Sheng Xuanling was intently examining a richly colored painting in front of him, which had a distinctly medieval style.

Yan Ran had just excitedly taken a step when Liu Xinyin stopped her, saying "Mr. Sheng" before she could even finish the sentence. "Mrs. Zong? What a coincidence?"

She stepped aside to block Yan Ran's view. "Mrs. Zong also likes painting? If you see anything you like, feel free to tell me. Uncle Sheng and I can say we're quite good at it, after all, I'm his future daughter-in-law."

“Sheng…” Yan Ran pushed Liu Xinyin away forcefully, only to find that Sheng Xuanling had disappeared. She was anxious to search for him, but Liu Xinyin blocked her way again.

Seeing that Sheng Xuanling was related to her husband's life and death, and seeing that she had been interrupted twice by Liu Xinyin, Yan Ran was furious. She coldly grabbed Liu Xinyin's wrist and pulled her hand off her arm. "Miss Liu, I don't know where I offended you that you have to make things difficult for me again and again?"

Liu Xinyin chuckled lightly a few times, "Mrs. Zong, what are you talking about?"

A woman in red high heels approached Yan Ran, her bright purple lips close to her ear. "I don't like other women getting close to my fiancé. Mr. Zong's body is barely cold. Even if Mrs. Zong is eager to offer herself, she should still consider the Zong family's reputation."

moron!

Yan Ran exerted a great deal of effort to keep those two words from being uttered.

Sheng Xuanling has so many women outside, all with great figures and beautiful faces. Take that girl who was clinging to him at the pool just now, for example—wasn't she younger and prettier than him?

Liu Xinyin didn't target anyone else, but specifically targeted her, a married woman with zero competitiveness. What else could that be but brain-dead?

"Future Mrs. Sheng!" Yan Ran struggled to suppress her anger. "I have no interest in your position. I'm looking for Mr. Sheng because I have serious business to discuss."

After saying that, Yan Ran turned and left.

Liu Xinyin narrowed her eyes, her luscious lips gleaming eerily in the sunlight. "Although you have no interest in my position, your very existence is a threat."

Mrs. Zong, don't force me to take action against you.

When Yan Ran saw Sheng Xuanling for the third time by the fountain, and Liu Xinyin appeared again, arrogantly blocking her way, she truly felt that her patience had run out.

She looked at Liu Xinyin with icy eyes, smiled sweetly, revealing two perfect dimples, reached out and grabbed Liu Xinyin's right hand, her nude high heels nimbly tripping her. With a splash, the fountain splashed up a large amount of water, and the alluring and beautiful woman was instantly disheveled.

The loud noise from the fountain also attracted the attention of Sheng Xuanling, who was not far away. He frowned and strode over. Yan Ran looked at those eyes that were as cold as ice for thousands of years, her heart jumped into her throat, and she couldn't help but regret her impulsive actions.

After all, Liu Xinyin is the future daughter-in-law of the Sheng family. What she's doing now is tantamount to damaging the Sheng family's reputation...

Moreover, I've heard that Sheng Xuanling is narrow-minded and vindictive...

Shouldn't you apologize first?

She cannot implicate the main family!

Yan Ranzheng hesitated, unsure how to apologize, when Sheng Xuanling's emotionless voice rang in his ears, "You did this?"

"Mr. Sheng, I'm very sorry about this, but..."

His cool, jade-like index finger unexpectedly touched Yan Ran's warm lips. He gently wrapped his long arm around Yan Ran's soft waist, pulling her into his embrace and holding her captive. "Not bad, this way of attracting my attention is quite unique."

"..." Yan Ran suddenly felt a headache coming on, feeling that she couldn't keep up with the thought process of this future couple.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to create some distance, and took a deep breath. "Mr. Sheng, could I have a few minutes of your time to talk alone?"

"A few minutes isn't enough?" His long arms tightened again, his warm lips pressing against her earlobe, lingering seductively. "Tonight, I'm free anytime."