I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

62 Cry If You Want

Fu Yunshen frowned slightly, but he did not say anything. Instead, he handed over another wine bottle because he knew that the other party needed to vent, not comfort.

Nangong Jue was stunned.

“You’ll feel better after venting.” Fu Yunshen gestured at the wine bottle.

Nangong Jue paused. He didn’t like how out of control he looked.

“Don’t forget, I’m not only a surgeon but also a Ph.D. in psychology. Ah Jue, what you need now is to vent.” Fu Yunshen stuffed the wine bottle into his hand.

Nangong Jue looked at the bottle in his hand, then smashed it again. Then he got up and kicked the coffee table down too, smashing the television, stereo, and everything else. In a moment, the most luxurious private room in the entire clubhouse became a mess.

“Are you feeling better?” Fu Yunshen finished the remaining red wine in his glass and threw the glass on the ground.

Nangong Jue exhaled and turned to leave.

Fu Yunshen looked back at the private room and shrugged. A private room worth a million yuan was destroyed just like that. He was rich and willful.

Not long after Yan Zimeng ran out, she was stopped by Yang Jinxuan. “Mengmeng.”

“Jinxuan.” Yan Zimeng turned around with red eyes and a smile that was uglier than crying. “Why did you come out too?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” Yan Zimeng shook her head.

“How can you be fine?” Yang Jinxuan frowned. Realizing that she was not wearing a coat, he hurriedly took off his suit and wrapped it around her. “Get in the car first. I’ll send you back.” Then, he pulled her into his car and quickly left the clubhouse.

“Jinxuan, thank you.” Yan Zimeng sniffled and looked very sad.

Yang Jinxuan sighed and stopped the car by the roadside. He turned to look at Yan Zimeng. “If you want to cry, cry. You don’t have to pretend in front of me.”

“I’m fine, really…” Yan Zimeng smiled and shook her head, but tears fell.

Yang Jinxuan’s heart ached terribly. He stretched out his hand, but he did not dare to hug her.

Yan Zimeng suddenly hugged him. “Jinxuan, I’m not fine. I’m really not fine. I’m so sad…”

Yang Jinxuan’s body stiffened for a moment, then he pulled her into his arms and gently patted Yan Zimeng’s back. “I know.”

“You don’t know.” Yan Zimeng shook her head. “I really like Ah Jue. I know it was wrong of me to leave back then, but I also wanted to fight. It’s only been three years. How did he become like this? He wasn’t like this before… Did he fall in love with Han Binglan? Wasn’t he divorced? Why did she still occupy Ah Jue’s heart? Why did she still exist?”

“Ah Jue will definitely be yours.” Yang Jinxuan patted Yan Zimeng’s back. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. Han Binglan, don’t blame me, he thought.

“Jinxuan.” Yan Zimeng hurriedly stood up and wiped her tears. “I’m sorry, I lost my composure. I was just too sad and was talking nonsense…”

“Mengmeng.” Yang Jinxuan reached out and held Yan Zimeng’s arm. “Remember, no matter what, Brother Jinxuan will help you.”

“Thank you, Jinxuan.” Yan Zimeng lowered her eyes to hide the smugness in them. Han Binglan, don’t blame me. You can only blame yourself for provoking my Ah Jue. She thought.