How could this be?
How could it be him?
Were her eyes deceiving her, or had she seen wrongly?
Why would Arthur be here?
Shen Yilan was completely stunned and nearly let out a scream uncontrollably.
This, it’s impossible!
But no matter how surprised she was, no matter how fearful, how incredulous, Arthur was indeed sitting here, without a shred of falsehood.
Seeing the shock and fear on Shen Yilan’s face, Arthur seed unperturbed, even coyly lifting the corners of his lips with a charming smile, "Hi, darling, long ti no see."
Shen Yilan suddenly broke into a cold sweat, her past flooding back in a torrent, those unbearable mories.
Those disgusting mories, which she so desperately wanted to forget but could never erase, were now laid bare for everyone to see.
So bloody and raw!
So, Di Mingjue knew about her shaful past?
Otherwise, why would he have gone to such lengths to bring Arthur here?
And with just the three of them!
No, perhaps he didn’t know, he shouldn’t know!
She didn’t think Di Mingjue would have the leisure to investigate her past.
He must have invited Arthur over just because they were friends, old classmates, with a competition coming up.
Shen Yilan forced herself to calm down, but her sweat-soaked forehead betrayed her past panic.
Seeing Shen Yilan’s silence, Arthur reached out his hand towards her face, as if affectionately pinching her, "Darling, why aren’t you talking? Aren’t you happy to see ?"
His deanor was very gentle, like lovers reunited after a long separation, but Shen Yilan couldn’t help trembling uncontrollably.
Eventually, she forced herself to calm down and managed a difficult smile, "Ah, no, it’s nice to have you here."
Faced with her feigned civility, Arthur’s deanor suddenly shifted, not buying it at all, his expression darkening, he coldly snapped, "Can’t I co here? Do I need your welco?"
Shen Yilan’s face turned pale in an instant. Arthur was such a person, unpredictable, one second smiling and polite, and the next he could be raging with anger, ready to lash out with fists and feet.
Shen Yilan was used to being hit by him, used to being afraid. Hearing his angry tone, she subconsciously wanted to please him.
Just as she was about to act on impulse, she suddenly rembered that Di Mingjue was still there!
Her face couldn’t hide the sha.
Being yelled at by Arthur made her feel particularly humiliated, incredibly ashad.
But with Arthur there, she didn’t dare act out.
Hence, she could only offer an awkward smile and pretended to be gentle, "I didn’t an that, don’t misunderstand."
This was already as assertive as she could be in front of Arthur. Any stronger words, and she truly feared that Arthur might fly into a rage and beat her.
If Di Mingjue wasn’t there, she probably would have thrown herself at his feet, kneeling.
This wasn’t her fault; Arthur was too deranged.
After speaking, Shen Yilan couldn’t help but steal a glance at Di Mingjue, wishing so much that he would co to her rescue.
Regrettably, Di Mingjue acted as if he saw nothing, coldly picking up a glass of red wine, taking a sip with a chilling frost on his face.
Shen Yilan shuddered violently; did he know everything?
Still in shock, suddenly her scalp seared with pain, and Shen Yilan let out a sharp scream.
Arthur had rudely grabbed her by the hair, pulling so hard it hurt her scalp.
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