My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Chapter 70: Can't You Keep Your Man, Is It My Fault?_i

Chapter 70: Can’t You Keep Your Man, Is It My Fault?_i

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“You can make yourself at home here, sleep wherever you want.”

Su Hongxing tried to leave, but Zhang Jiani still wouldn’t let her go, blocking her way again: “Sister Hongxing, do you dislike me?”

Su Hongxing looked at Zhang Jiani surprised, and retorted laughingly: “Miss Zhang, who do you think you are? Why would I like you? Are you so adorable that everyone loves you?!”

Zhang Jiani was popular among both her male and female friends. With her cute face, she charmed everyone.

She had never expected such blunt words from Su Hongxing. At this moment, her smile faltered, and she looked at Su Hongxing with hurt feelings: “You can’t keep your man, and so you blame me?!”

Looking at Zhang Jiani in front of her, Su Hongxing suddenly felt incredibly bored.

Even if she just wanted to find a place to stay, there was no need to stoop so low. There was no point in considering it further; the answer was already clear.

With that thought, she declared loudly: “Ye Qilan, I don’t need three days, I have your answer now!”

If she kept being harassed by these inexplicable women, her abdominal wound would never heal in her lifetime.

Ye Qilan, who had just returned from the parking garage, heard Su Hongxing’s words and asked calmly, “You’ve made up your mind?”

“Yes, I’ve made my decision. I’m going with Beichuan,” announced Su Hongxing. She then went upstairs to pack her things.

So be it. She’d rather go with Beichuan than continue living with a lunatic like Ye Qilan. It was detrimental to her health.

Ye Qilan stood still, deep in thought.

He thought he knew Su Hongxing and was certain she wouldn’t go with Beichuan. Unexpectedly, Su Hongxing had made such a swift and decisive choice, and that choice was Beichuan.

He slowly made his way upstairs, stood by the door and watched Su Hongxing pack her things. He then asked lightly, “After sleeping with Beichuan, you’d sleep with the second and third Beichuan. Are you sure you want to leave?”

Su Hongxing looked back and smiled, her smile bright like the morning sun, illuminating her refined features and misty eyes: “Isn’t that fair? You have lots of girlfriends, and I sleep with lots of men. We make a great match!”

Ye Qilan’s gaze was glued to Su Hongxing’s radiant smiling face, and he suddenly felt a twinge in his chest.

This unfamiliar feeling left him bewildered, and the pain slowly spread throughout his body, as if he was on the brink of death…

He put his hand over his chest uncomfortably, breaking out into a cold sweat.

Su Hongxing, who was just packing, turned around at the sound of a heavy object falling, only to see the tall man who had been flirting a while ago, collapsed on the ground.

“Ye Qilan?” she nudged the man on the floor, but there was no response.

His brows were furrowed, his body cold, like a lifeless corpse—

She quickly withdrew her hand, completely freaked out.

If Ye Qilan died suddenly, would she get implicated?

Half an hour later, Ye Qilan was rushed to the hospital. Upon hearing the news, Beichuan hurried over, grabbed Su Hongxing and asked, “What happened? Why did he faint out of the blue?”

Su Hongxing recounted everything that happened: “That’s how it went. I have no idea why he is unconscious. By the way, does Ye Qilan have a heart condition?”

“You’re the one with the heart disease! His health is excellent, and he doesn’t have any terminal illnesses. Stop fantasizing,” Beichuan retorted, and then walked away to make a call.

Before long, Sheng Yalun, whom they met at the dinner party, arrived in a hurry.