My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Cao Shiyu had prepared herself psychologically before appearing in public, but she didn’t expect Liu Qingyin to suddenly expose her wounds.

She was extremely embarrassed, suppressing her anger as she retorted, “The wedding between me and Fourth Brother is merely delayed…”

“Ye Qilan, do you still want to marry this hag?”

Liu Qingyin asked loudly.

Ye Qilan looked them over, glancing dismissively at Liu Qingyin.

No wonder she was Su Hongxing’s sister—it runs in the family. At such a young age, Liu Qingyin played her cards skillfully.

“Let me tell you, I’ve seen many women like Cao, and any man who marries her will bring bad luck upon himself. In my opinion, one should marry a good woman like my sister. Sadly, my sister is one of a kind, and she was taken by my brother-in-law. Some people wish to marry her but can’t,” Liu Qingyin said with a smug smile before leaving.

Cao Shiyu stared fixedly at Liu Qingyin’s retreating figure. That brat was Su Hongxing’s sister?

But according to her investigation, Su Hongxing only had a cousin, Jiang Su. Where did this woman come from?

At such a young age, she was already so malicious—just like Su Hongxing!

Seeing Ye Qilan about to leave, Cao Shiyu quickly blocked his way, “Fourth Brother, I have something to tell you!”

“You better go change your clothes first,” Ye Qilan suggested before stepping into the crowd.

On the other side, Su Hongxing, accompanying Beichuan, had circled the party a couple of times, her feet aching.

She was not accustomed to wearing high-heeled shoes. Being pregnant amplified her fatigue. The smell of food and the aroma of women’s perfumes made her nauseous.

Fortunately, one of Beichuan’s friends arrived. She greeted him briefly then went to sit in the corner.

She took off her heels.

It was much quieter in this area, and without the excessive smells, her pregnancy nausea began to settle.

Unfortunately, her peace didn’t last long. Someone appeared before her.

She looked at his shiny shoes without lifting her gaze.

Sometimes, even without seeing someone’s face, you can recognize who they are.

“Are you sure you want to marry Beichuan? Do you think that he’s marrying you out of love?” Ye Qilan’s gentle voice echoed above her.

Su Hongxing remained silent.

“I’m not the man for you, and neither is Beichuan. You were right; I was the one who trapped you in the beginning out of stubbornness. Your retaliation was due to my selfishness. You’ve suffered enough with me, so I hope you wouldn’t willingly throw yourself into another pit. You’re a smart woman; you should know that every word I say makes sense.”

Ye Qilan sat next to Su Hongxing, looking at Beichuan who was strutting around the party like a flamboyant butterfly, he scoffed, “You’re just a trophy he desires to win over. He’s always been overshadowed by me and always wanted to outdo me. You’re his bargaining chip.”

Following Ye Qilan’s gaze, Su Hongxing replied in a soft voice, “You don’t seem like the type to meddle.”

She thought, Ye Qilan had changed after all.

He never used to say things like this to her.

“Perhaps I ate too much and have nothing else to do,” Ye Qilan said as he stood, looking down to see Su Hongxing’s silhouette, “Su Hongxing, I don’t like you at all!”

Su Hongxing lightly touched the corner of her lips, “Likewise, I don’t like you either!”

They had come to a mutual distaste, with no further connections, wasn’t that good?