Song Yuqiao almost didn't hesitate at all and rushed over to heavily pound on the partition door.

  Three seconds later, a voice came from inside, Xu Wenyi's voice was clearly disguised, but still panting: "Who is it? Is there someone inside?"

  If she was still not quite sure earlier, now she is 100% certain that there is not only a man inside, but also a woman, Xu Wenli! Song Yuqiao bit her lower lip, kicked the door hard with one foot, and then turned around to leave.

  It's unbelievable that Xu Wanli can actually do this kind of thing with a man here, which absolutely proves she's faking her pregnancy!

  …………

  On the way back, Song Yuqiao was visibly absent-minded and didn't react until Pei Shichen called her twice.

  "Sorry, I just spaced out for a second. What did you say?"

  "Your address."

  Song Yuqiao hastily reported the address of his newly rented house and changed his mind, saying: "No, let's go to Huayuan Road intersection instead."

  No. 103 Huayuan Road is the location of Ye's family home.

  Pei Si raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. After dropping off Song Yuqiao, he looked through the car window and saw the woman bowing to the car body, then ordered Li Bei to drive away.

  Based on basic politeness, Song Yuqiao and others waited until Pei Si Cheng's private car drove out of the intersection and disappeared from view before turning around and entering the neighborhood.

  What does Xu Wanli's matter have to do with her?

  She didn't know what she was thinking, she just didn't want to let Ye Zenan and her mother-in-law be kept in the dark, even if her mother-in-law had abandoned her now. For three years of marriage, she still cared about her.

  Song Yuqiao is easily satisfied. In the Ye family, as long as someone treats her well, she will repay them a hundredfold. However, she has never received even a little bit of warmth from Ye Zhenan.

  This time is also the same.

  A black luxury car was parked at the entrance of Ye's house.

  A young woman got out of the car, with a tall and slender figure, curly hair, and threw a flirtatious glance at Ye Zenan who had just walked out of the villa, "Handsome guy, I thought you were gone for good."

  Ye Zenan smiled: "How come? Didn't we agree to stay overnight, baby?"

  The woman leaned against him, her thighs under the skirt rubbing against Ye Zenan's crotch, "Go to my home or go to the hotel?"

  Ye Zenan wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pressed her against the car door, casting a glance in the direction of the woods.

  Seeing this scene, Song Yuqiao's blood rushed to her head, she took a step back and hid behind the tall French plane tree, forcing herself to calm down.

  Leaning against the trunk, Song Yuqiao slowly squatted down and picked up a stone from the ground, throwing it forcefully into the tree thicket in front of her.

  After about three minutes, calm down, a bleakness in heart.

  The luxury car drove away, Song Yuqiao supported herself against the tree trunk and stood up, turning her head to see a figure within half a meter of herself, with his face hidden in the darkness.

  "Ah!"

  She let out a frightened cry, and Ye Zhenan covered her mouth.

  "What's your name?!"

  Song Yuqiao saw the person in front of her was Ye Zenan, and suddenly used force to push him away. The metal rivet bag in her hand heavily smashed towards Ye Zenan's face.

  Ye Zenan gritted his teeth against the pain on his face and grabbed Song Yuqiao's hand: "Is this how you treat your husband? Fighting as soon as we meet..."

  Song Yuqiao sneered coldly: "When did you have the qualifications to interrogate me? Ye Zenan, ask yourself this question!"

  After saying that, Song Yuqiao thought Ye Zenan would get angry immediately, but unexpectedly he suddenly smiled and approached her, with one hand leaning on the tree trunk. "Qiao Qiao, are you inviting me to pamper you?"