The Revenge
C3
The cold smile on his lips was like a knife, leaving a deep scar on her heart.
Di Shaoyan went upstairs, but Ji Linran did not.
Ji Linran laughed until her cheeks streamed with tears, until in the end, she could not even shed a single tear.
"Di Shaoyan, divorce is okay, but I want you to tell me in person!"
Ji Linran immediately hung up the phone, not caring about the reaction of the people in front of him.
To say that she didn't care was actually a lie, she herself clearly knew how unforgettable her love for Di Shaoyan was.
So tonight, either he would let her stay, or she would simply leave.
Wearing a dark red evening dress, Ji Linran's exquisite figure was displayed just right. The two pearl earrings had originally made Ji Linran's skin snow-white.
Her slightly long hair was loose and loose, and she wore a 10 cm high heel.
Looking at the exquisite yet charming little lady in the mirror, Ji Linran decisively smiled in satisfaction.
This smile was three parts pure and three parts flirtatious, causing one to be unable to shift their gaze away.
Ji Linran had thought about what kind of ending would come between him and Di Shaoyan countless times, but she had never imagined that there would be such a day.
She dressed up meticulously just so that she could talk about divorce with Di Shaoyan.
Arriving at the Emperor's presidential suite, Ji Linran took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.
The one who opened the door wasn't Di Shaoyan, but was an enchanting woman.
She was a young woman who had just become popular. Her figure was perfect, but her facial features were not beautiful.
There was a time when she, Ji Linran, was so confident that she could be comparable to a female lead. But after being trapped in a mansion for such a long time, she had actually almost forgotten that she was also a woman.
The woman was wearing only a bathrobe that covered the most important part of her body, and her face was flushed unnaturally.
The carpet was crumpled and the woman's clothes were scattered on the sofa.
Everyone knew what had happened here before she came.
"You are the Miss Ji?" She looked at Ji Linran with a face full of provocation.
Miss is talking about yourself, please call me Mrs Di! Ji Linran placed her bag by her side and gracefully sat on the opposite sofa.
"You! Yan, look at her. She said that I'm a young miss, so wouldn't you … "
"A prostitute."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ji Linran had already accepted it. She believed that the man in the bathroom was able to hear everything that she had said clearly.
Di Shaoyan went upstairs, but Ji Linran did not.
Ji Linran laughed until her cheeks streamed with tears, until in the end, she could not even shed a single tear.
"Di Shaoyan, divorce is okay, but I want you to tell me in person!"
Ji Linran immediately hung up the phone, not caring about the reaction of the people in front of him.
To say that she didn't care was actually a lie, she herself clearly knew how unforgettable her love for Di Shaoyan was.
So tonight, either he would let her stay, or she would simply leave.
Wearing a dark red evening dress, Ji Linran's exquisite figure was displayed just right. The two pearl earrings had originally made Ji Linran's skin snow-white.
Her slightly long hair was loose and loose, and she wore a 10 cm high heel.
Looking at the exquisite yet charming little lady in the mirror, Ji Linran decisively smiled in satisfaction.
This smile was three parts pure and three parts flirtatious, causing one to be unable to shift their gaze away.
Ji Linran had thought about what kind of ending would come between him and Di Shaoyan countless times, but she had never imagined that there would be such a day.
She dressed up meticulously just so that she could talk about divorce with Di Shaoyan.
Arriving at the Emperor's presidential suite, Ji Linran took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.
The one who opened the door wasn't Di Shaoyan, but was an enchanting woman.
She was a young woman who had just become popular. Her figure was perfect, but her facial features were not beautiful.
There was a time when she, Ji Linran, was so confident that she could be comparable to a female lead. But after being trapped in a mansion for such a long time, she had actually almost forgotten that she was also a woman.
The woman was wearing only a bathrobe that covered the most important part of her body, and her face was flushed unnaturally.
The carpet was crumpled and the woman's clothes were scattered on the sofa.
Everyone knew what had happened here before she came.
"You are the Miss Ji?" She looked at Ji Linran with a face full of provocation.
Miss is talking about yourself, please call me Mrs Di! Ji Linran placed her bag by her side and gracefully sat on the opposite sofa.
"You! Yan, look at her. She said that I'm a young miss, so wouldn't you … "
"A prostitute."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ji Linran had already accepted it. She believed that the man in the bathroom was able to hear everything that she had said clearly.