She Asks for a Divorce Again
Chapter 219: Rupture

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Rupture

Shen Jiangli looked at Han Manyin’s slim waist and subconsciously reached out to caress it, gently wrapping his arms around her, "It’s not about work."

After saying that, he leaned close to her ear, dropped a kiss on her neck, and exhaled an ambiguous breath, "You look very beautiful tonight."

Han Manyin was tickled by his actions.

She deliberately slumped in his arms, her hands weakly pressing against his chest, and said, "If it’s not about work, then who could be calling at this late hour that President Shen would make a call himself?"

She feigned innocence, appearing harmless while softly questioning him. She had thought it wouldn’t reveal anything, but she still felt Shen Jiangli’s breath turn cold; he glanced at the sofa and created distance between himself and Han Manyin.

"Han Manyin, I remember I’ve told you many times not to pry into my private life. Or is it that you have some other thoughts?"

The thought of wanting to leave him, or the intention to deliberately annoy him?

Isn’t this just looking for trouble?

Han Manyin, meeting his cold gaze, dared not speak, but she was still unwilling, believing that it was indeed for Shen Heyu.

If it wasn’t about work at this time, it would be about a woman; she had, after all, been by his side for so many days, and they were inseparable twenty-four-seven, understanding his daily routines quite clearly.

Shen Jiangli rarely contacted anyone at night apart from work.

But today was indeed not about work.

She was not content.

She also wanted to be wilful once, trying to probe whether she had any place in his heart?

She deliberately said, "Although you admit I am your woman, you never care about my feelings. That call just now was for Shen Heyu, wasn’t it?"

She spoke in a tender voice, blinked, making her eyes look swollen with tears glimmering, presenting a pitiful look that could evoke sympathy.

But this trick was completely ineffective on Shen Jiangli.

He only felt annoyed.

He stared at Han Manyin, his voice growing colder, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Han Manyin sensed his anger, felt fearful inside, but there was no turning back now.

She leaned into his arms, letting the tears fall, "President Shen, I really care about you, I love you, seeing you care about another woman, is that also wrong..."

She hadn’t finished her words when she heard Shen Jiangli laugh coldly. He quietly observed her face, his gaze obscure, unclear what he was thinking.

Only his words conveyed a thick danger.

"Do you believe what you’re saying?"

Shen Jiangli loosened his grip on Han Manyin and even pushed her slightly to the side, creating distance between them.

His icy gaze met hers, "The man who came to the club last time asking for money, what is your relationship with him, how did you explain it to me then? I’ve checked into it later; do you want to know what I found?"

Han Manyin was stunned on the spot.

She had not hoped to deceive him; she was convinced he wouldn’t check on her, after all, he was never truly interested in her.

But regardless, she had never expected that men naturally possess this defect. It wasn’t about love; what mattered was possessiveness. Whether he liked her or not, how could he ignore another man appearing by her side?

"Why aren’t you speaking? Thinking of what lies to tell me?"

Shen Jiangli watched her with a smile.

But his eyes were full of chilling oppression.

He had not wanted to mention it, to let this matter rot away. After all, he didn’t have deep feelings for Han Manyin, it was merely because she bore some resemblance to Shen Heyu, which brought him some pleasure in bed.

But now she had touched his sore spot.

He had repeatedly told her not to investigate his private life. However, she still offended repeatedly.

It just so happened that he took this opportunity to remove her from his side.

Shen Jiangli didn’t need a disobedient woman.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let Shen Heyu stay by his side for six years without ever truly pursuing her.

It was because he had long realized that Shen Heyu was very opinionated. She wasn’t the gentle and obedient type of woman.

She wasn’t suitable for him.

Han Manyin looked at his almost smiling face and couldn’t utter a single word, partly frightened and partly surprised. Her mind was a complete mess, and she couldn’t make sense of anything.

"Since you have nothing to say to me now, you can leave."

Shen Jiangli said coldly to her, "As for the money, I just gave your old lover several hundred thousand last time. Now you’ve messed up in front of me, don’t expect to get a penny more."

His last words humiliated Han Manyin to the extreme, as discussing money was something only done between a patron and a service provider.

This meant that all the days she had spent by his side were just a transaction of mutual consent to him.

Han Manyin never thought he could be so heartless.

Her tears suddenly fell. She wanted to hold on to him, truly crying this time. However, Shen Jiangli merely looked at her coldly.

His eyes void of any emotion.

As if the woman who had been with him in bed for so long was nothing more than a plaything.

At that moment, Han Manyin suddenly realized that he had never even regarded her as a person.

She suddenly became calm.

She grabbed Shen Jiangli’s sleeve and said, "The person in your heart has always been Shen Heyu, hasn’t it? All this time, you’ve been using me as her substitute, haven’t you?"

Looking at her tears, Shen Jiangli’s eyes were dark and inscrutable.

It had to be said, when she cried, she resembled Shen Heyu even more.

He liked that.

In any case, both of them had reached this point, and he saw no need to hide it anymore, especially since this was not some unspeakable secret to him.

He was not Pei Yansi.

So he said, "Yes, so what?"

Han Manyin couldn’t help but tremble.

She had known it would be this way.

She rose from the floor, "You’d better not regret this."

"I advise you not to have any crooked ideas. I grew up abroad, and my methods are not as conservative as they are here."

Shen Jiangli paused then added, "Once you anger me, you wouldn’t want to know the consequences."

Han Manyin didn’t speak.

The hatred in her eyes was immense, all directed at Shen Heyu out of disgust and jealousy.

She turned and walked towards the door without responding to Shen Jiangli.

Not until the room door closed did Shen Jiangli seem to snap back to his senses.

It had to be said, her crying, because it was too much like Shen Heyu, made his own heart tremble.

Unexpectedly, he realized his feelings for Shen Heyu seemed to be deepening.

He had never noticed before, perhaps because Pei Yansi had not appeared.

Shen Jiangli sighed deeply.