Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

However, what she thought always backfired.

Yan Xiyu did go out after taking a shower, so she took a shower too, thinking about taking a slow shower until they left.

However, downstairs, Mrs. Yan left the two of them behind, "Dinner is ready, and we are about to go to the world of the two of you, isn't it time for this meal?"

All the sarcasm was for Yan Xiyu.

Before Yan Xiyu could speak, Mrs. Yan raised her eyebrows slightly again, and said, "Or you won't be able to see each other after you get divorced? Are you afraid of seeing Qianqian? Are you ashamed of her?"

Hearing this, Yan Xiyu frowned calmly, signaling Mrs. Yan to keep her words down.

But Mrs. Yan over there smiled at him instead.

Sure enough, Qiao Ai looked at him inexplicably, then at Mrs. Yan, a little suspicious but politely asked: "Auntie, what do you mean by what you just said? Is Guan Qianyu here?"

Mrs. Yan smiled gracefully, "Miss Qiao asked this. If my daughter-in-law is not at my house, where else can she be?"

Hearing this, the expression on Qiao Ai's face was completely lost.

She looked at Yan Xiyu, "Ah Yu, is it true?"

After the last incident, Yan Xiyu promised her that she would not show up again, and yesterday he also promised that he would not have anything to do with Guan Qianyu again.

"Don't you know when you sit down and have dinner together?" Mrs. Yan nodded without thinking too much about it.

Qiao Ai stared at Yan Xiyu for a while, then turned her head and entered the living room.

Madam Yan smiled and said: "Qianqian may be taking a bath, you broke her hand, why don't you go help?"

Yan Xiyu finally stared at Mrs. Yan patiently, silently angry: Do you think the matter is not big enough?

"All right!" Mrs. Yan said generously, "Then I'll go up and have a look."

Guan Qianyu was indeed taking a bath. When Madam Yan knocked on the door and asked for help, she naturally refused because she was not used to it.

Then after hastily washing, I came out in a bathrobe.

Mrs. Yan helped her blow-dry her hair. She didn't blow it too dry, and hurriedly took her down. She just said: "Seventy percent dry hair is good for your hair. Go eat first, it will be cold in a while!"

Guan Qianyu could only force a smile, and the two went downstairs together.

She thought that Yan Xiyu and the others had already left, but just as they went down the stairs, she turned around and saw Qiao Ai sitting in the living room, she stood there in a daze.

Qiao Ai's complexion was already ugly, she bit her lip, and looked at Yan Xiyu as if she was about to cry: "Is she in your room?"

Yan Xiyu's face was gloomy, but he remained silent in the end.

"That's why you dare not let me in?" Qiao Ai continued to question.

Guan Qianyu stood there, neither entering nor retreating. After all, there was indeed no room for her in such a big villa.

Then she saw Yan Xiyu, who had always disdained to explain anything to others, actually lowered his posture at this moment, and approached Qiao Ai with soft eyes.

The voice was so gentle, "I'm just afraid that you will think too much. I have divorced her completely. I told you so. Don't be angry."

It was also the first time for Qiao Ai, she was surprised to hear him coax her like this, her heart was as sweet as honey.

But there was still anger on his face, "Are you sure you don't have any personal feelings for her?"

"Remnants?" Yan Xiyu almost didn't hesitate, "It hasn't happened from the beginning to the end, so what are the remnants?"

Guan Qianyu clearly heard him say: "Not everyone deserves my Yan Xiyu's affection, understand?"

Qiao Ai finally had a little smile on her face, "I know you only love me from the beginning to the end."

"It's good to know." Yan Xiyu answered the words naturally, still in a gentle voice, "Why don't I go back and cook for you instead of eating here? I lost my appetite."

Disgusting... Guan Qianyu bit her lip at some point.

Although she always knew that Yan Xiyu didn't love her, she was stabbed by such a clear confession in front of another woman.

Mrs. Yan saw her like that, her hair was not dry, she was wearing a nightgown, she was biting her lip, she was very embarrassed, her heart hurt so badly, she choked on Yan Xiyu: "It's almost done! If you don't want to eat, get out of here."

However, Qiao Ai smiled and said: "That's not true, you will have less time to come back in the future, you should have a meal with your uncle and aunt!"

Look at this meal, who is the most uncomfortable!

Mrs. Yan looked at Qianqian over there again, wishing she could slap herself, which was completely contrary to what she expected.

She thought that Qiao Ai would be the one who got mad.

But no matter what, it didn't count that Yan Xiyu would suddenly coax a woman as if he had seen a ghost.

Dinner was about to start, Guan Qianyu watched them come out of the living room, she finally moved her numb legs, looked at Madam Yan, "I won't bother you."

She didn't give Mrs. Yan any time to react, she turned around and went upstairs in one breath, changed her wet clothes, and then went downstairs to leave.

All of Yan Xiyu's performance just now reminded her that no matter how good Mrs. Yan's relationship with her is, she shouldn't be here after all.

"Qianqian, what are you doing?" Mrs. Yan naturally did not allow her to leave, and directly stopped her.

But Guan Qianyu refused to stay no matter what.

During the stalemate, Guan Qianyu retreated towards the door and broke free from Mrs. Yan's restraint, but she couldn't stand still and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The moment of falling was painful, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Until Mrs. Yan wanted to force her to stay, she couldn't hold back after all, her eyes turned red because of pain or shame, "You don't want to keep me anymore, okay?"

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Yan felt distressed, "Qianqian!"

She was so angry that she stared at Yan Xiyu, "It's said that a husband and wife can be kind for a hundred days, so you can bear it?"

It's still raining outside.

Yan Xiyu pursed her lips and remained silent, not even looking at her.