My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Yun Que, dumbfounded that her feast had literally been pushed away, paused and wondered if Ye Qilan had sobered up.

Instead, Ye Qilan was looking around the room for something he couldn’t find, remembering only then that he should call Age.

Yun Que, playing the spy, listened in but could only make out Age’s name.

Assuming that Age was on his way, Yun Que hurriedly put her clothes back on.

Shortly after, Age walked in with a knife in his hand, “Sir, why do you want a knife…”

Ye Qilan took the knife, “Out!”

Age didn’t dare to object, but as he reached the door, he felt something was off.

He had seen Ye Qilan’s hazy drunken appearance first-hand, knife in hand — an accident waiting to happen.

Ye Qilan, brandishing the knife, called to Yun Que, “Su, Su Hongxing, come over here!”

Only at this moment did Yun Que begin to feel real fear. Her face turned ashen and she backed away, “What, what are you doing, sir?”

Age was also startled, “Sir, you might be drunk, perhaps it’s time for you to rest.”

Sure enough, something was suspicious.

Ye Qilan turned a stern gaze towards Age, “I’m not drunk. Age, drag Su Hongxing over here.”

He was perfectly lucid. Who said he was drunk?

Age usually obeyed Ye Qilan’s commands without question, and this occasion was no exception. As long as no one ended up dead, he would not object.

Regardless of Yun Que’s willingness, she was dragged by Age to Ye Qilan.

“Su Hongxing, take off your clothes,” Ye Qilan ordered Yun Que.

Yun Que stared at the sharp point of the knife, too afraid to move, her spirits having already fled.

Age did not know what Ye Qilan was planning. Seeing Yun Que did not move, he quickly undid her shirt himself.

Just as he was about to undress Yun Que fully, Ye Qilan spoke, “Just expose her stomach. I’m going to cut her open and extract the fetus from her belly…”

As he spoke, the tip of the knife pierced Yun Que’s abdomen, causing her to let out a scream.

Age, realizing the seriousness of the situation, stepped in to intervene, “Sir, you can’t!”

Yun Que, looking at her own blood, quickly retorted, “I, I, I’m not Su Hongxing, sir has mistaken me for someone else…”

She only thought of selling her body, never imagining it costing her life.

She was still young; she didn’t want to die.

“But you did say you were Su Hongxing.” Ye Qilan lightly tapped Yun Que’s face with the flat side of the knife.

A cold sweat broke out on Age, “Sir, she’s not Su Hongxing. She just looks a bit similar to her.”

He then pulled Yun Que to one side, “Are you not leaving?!”

Yun Que, suppressing her pain, scrambled away precipitously.

Age quickly snatched the knife from Ye Qilan’s hand ensuring that now there was nothing harmful in his possession, and only then did he take a relieved breath.

Turning back to look at Ye Qilan, he found a hint of mockery on Ye Qilan’s lips, which startled him.

Hadn’t he drunk too much? So why at this moment did Ye Qilan not appear drunk?

“Are you alright, sir?” Age cautiously looked at Ye Qilan.

Ye Qilan stood up, seemingly unaided, “You may leave. And moreover, don’t ever send strange women over like this again.”

He had been drunk, but the fright from Yun Que had sobered him up.

Age answered him in a low voice, feeling assured now that Ye Qilan was lucid, and finally left in peace.

Age found Manager Chen and relayed Ye Qilan’s message.