Chapter 442: 442: The Enemies Inside and Out
Zhan Shuyu landed on the ground and couldn’t stand up on her own because of the intense pain. Forget about Di Yunxi and Du Yanzheg, even Zhe Yan who was by the door decided to ignore her. He didn’t even offer to pull her up.
The entire floor was covered with water and her pants ended up getting wet. The cold feeling soon reached her bones, and Zhan Shuyu had never felt so embarra.s.sed in her entire life.
She slowly stood up on her own, trying to withstand the pain as she turned to Zhan Lichuan with tears in her eyes. “Is this how you are going to treat me? Ever since we were kids, haven’t I been nice to you? Why are you treating me this way?”
“What did Ah Chuan do? I am the one who hit you, not him. Why are you scolding him instead?!”
Since she has already decided not to divorce this man, she will protect him under her wings for as long as he is her husband.
It was definitely not acceptable for anyone else to judge him!
Zhan Shuyu had tears running down her face, but she laughed when she heard what Jing Qian said.
There was no need for her to say anything else to Jing Qian. She realized that she didn’t have the right to be in this room—she was not in the position to talk.
She took a glance at Fei Wanling who was now s.h.i.+vering with her wet clothes and pale face. Seeing how Fei Wanling, who was usually an arrogant woman, was in such a horrible state, Zhan Shuyu suddenly felt like an idiot.
She resisted the intense pain that was coming from her back, and even with her pants drenched, she still walked out like a queen. She stomped out of the VIP room without turning back.
Since the common enemy was gone, the only ones that remained had another battle of their own.
“Young Master Du, why would you bring your cousin sister along if you came to visit Master Zhan today? If you think of it, is there anyone who doesn’t know about the relations.h.i.+p between your cousin sister and the Third Young Master? Are you trying to ruin the marriage between Qianqian and the Third Young Master by bringing your cousin sister here?”
Du Yanzheng was speechless.
If he remembered correctly…. He had allied with this cunning fox, right?
Now, there was a common enemy here–Zhan Lichuan, the one whose lap Saka was sitting in. Even if this cunning fox was asking for a fight, shouldn’t it be with Zhan Lichuan instead?
Or perhaps…
Di Yunxi realized that he could defame Du Yanzheng in front of Saka in order to get him out of the compet.i.tion. Therefore, Di Yunxi couldn’t hold it in anymore and decided to throw away his ally in order to make room for himself?
Huh.
Son of a b*tch.
Compared to Du Yanzheng who was burning in rage, Di Yunxi was even more p.i.s.sed off than him.
He initially thought that Du Yanzheng was just a cruel, merciless man who didn’t know how to be polite, which is why he had such a domineering aura.
But, not only was he difficult to deal with, but he was also a GTB.
Du Yanzheng was trying to get close to his sister while attempting to take something away from Zhan Lichuan. At the same time, he brought Zhan Lichuan’s ex to take something away from his little sister.
There are times where men can be even more thick-skinned compared to women when it comes to their wars, but he didn’t know that this man could be this shameless.
As the eldest brother of his sister, he was supposed to act like her father as well. Although he doesn’t agree with the marriage between her and Zhan Lichuan that was built on the foundation of money, his little sister should still be able to enjoy the privilege and honor of being the Young Mistress of the Zhan family as long as she still remains married.
By bringing an ex to the scene and getting her to be the mistress, isn’t this trying to get his sister’s husband to cheat on her?!
When Du Yanzheng realized that he was being framed, he got worried as Saka already hated him from before, and this would make it worse.
Therefore, he quickly defended himself. “Qianqian, I didn’t. It wasn’t me. That was not my intention.”
Jing Qian continued clinging to Zhan Lichuan, with no signs of letting go, as she said in a cold tone, “Mr. Du, are we close?”