"Do we still need to open the door? Didn’t Miss Feng already know that the person inside is me?" A cold voice filled with chilling frost made Feng Jingjing tremble uncontrollably.
"How could it be? It’s impossible..."
When Mu Wanxin saw Shen Wenxuan, it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped over her head, leaving her in a state of shock.
Just a moment ago, she was still worried about her younger brother, worried that An Ran couldn’t bear such a thing. But in the blink of an eye, she saw the person she loved the most walk out of the bathroom.
She still remembered that the moment she entered the room, An Ran was sitting on the bed in a bathrobe, with the sound of water flowing in the bathroom. Such a scene left no doubt about what would happen next, but she never expected that the man in the bathroom would be Shen Wenxuan, the man she had loved for twenty years and was engaged to. Find the newest release on novel-fire.net
Her shoulder sank as a warm, broad hand rested on it, and the man’s deep voice sounded in her ear, "Trust me, Wanxin."
Mu Wanxin jolted. Yes, she should trust him. He was the man she had loved for over twenty years. How could she doubt his love for her?
Then she looked at her younger brother beside her. The moment he saw An Ran, all his hostility vanished. He could trust someone he had only known for a few months, so how could she not trust Wenxuan?
But what exactly is going on here?
"Shen... Young Master Shen, what are you talking about? I... I don’t understand." Feng Jingjing rebutted instinctively, but her guilty conscience was already evident.
"Didn’t you want to verify? Didn’t you want An Ran to explain? Then shouldn’t Miss Feng also explain to me what was in that drink? You said Wanxin was in the dressing room, so why was An Ran in the dressing room? And why was the door locked?"
With each question Shen Wenxuan asked, he took a step forward, and Feng Jingjing retreated step by step under his intimidating pressure.
"I’m... I’m sorry, Young Master Shen. I... I remembered it wrong. I forgot that Wanxin went to the guest room instead of the dressing room. I really... didn’t mean to deceive you." Feng Jingjing explained with a pale face. Suddenly, as if realizing something, she raised her head and said confusedly, "What drink? What locked door? I... I know nothing about it."
She had already bribed the servants to cut off the surveillance when she did those things, so she simply denied everything.
"Is that so?" Shen Wenxuan asked softly, but it made people feel like they were plunged into an icy pond.
After speaking, he gestured to the two servants beside him, "Search her."
"What are you doing? What right do you have to search me?" Feng Jingjing struggled as the two burly servants approached her.
The servants didn’t care about her words. One of them stepped forward and took the handbag from Feng Jingjing’s hand. As he opened the handbag, a small bottle fell out.
"Young Master Shen, here you go."
The servant picked up the bottle and handed it to Shen Wenxuan. It was an aphrodisiac.
Shen Wenxuan merely glanced at it before disdainfully throwing it at Feng Jingjing’s feet.
Feng Jingjing looked at the bottle and felt her vision go black. She had been too careless, never expecting the usually good-tempered Shen Wenxuan to have such a side.
Feng Jingjing took a step back in despair and suddenly turned her head to look at Mu Wanxin, as if grasping at her last straw.
"Wanxin, listen to me. I did this all for you. Didn’t you notice the strange look in Shen Wenxuan’s eyes when he saw An Ran? Don’t you think his attitude towards An Ran is very problematic?"