The Evil Young Master’s Strong Wife
6 : Threatening, shivering

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"I thought the two million from seven years ago was enough.”

Yan Jinhuan snorted coldly and said in a low voice,"Two million? Even the mud on Yan Yue's shoes is worse. Do you think I'll accept it? Besides, I've never agreed to your two million!”

" You…" The coldness in Yan Jinhuan's eyes made Yan Huan's heart ache.

"Don't let Yan Yue see your reluctance. I think you will understand the consequences!”Yan Jinhuan cast a sidelong glance at Yan Huan before turning around and returning to his room, locking the last ray of the setting sun in his room.

Yan Huan shivered and clenched his fists tightly. Veins were popping out and the back of his hands turned pale. In the end, she still put on a bright smile.

She took out a bunch of keys, but her hand that was turning the lock was covered in a layer of dust. She did not care. She pushed open the door and was hit by a suffocating, stuffy air. She forgot to dodge and just coughed.

This was a bedroom that one could not tell the gender of. The bedroom was neither big nor small, but it was not as clean as usual. The bed was neatly laid out, and the clean, snow-white silk quilt was dusty before leaving. There were also circles of stains that could not be seen. The full pillows were still in the place where they should be. There were no wrinkles that should not be there, and they were also covered in thick dust.

There were no cute dolls that girls liked, and there were no electric products that boys liked. All the furniture was simple and elegant, and they paid more attention to convenience and practicality than aesthetics.

She wiped the chair beside the desk and sat down tiredly, her face expressionless.

Her room was in the corner of the Yan family's house. The only window was blocked by a tall parasol tree. Even during the day, the lights had to be turned on to maintain good light. Now, there was only a little light in the entire house.

This was good too. At least no one saw her in a sorry state.

Yan Huan sat in a daze for a long time until her legs began to go numb. When she heard the sound of a car outside the window, she got up and walked to the window to look downstairs.

The lights of the White House were already on downstairs, shining on the path in the courtyard through the thin lithium lamps.

In the lotus pond that was blooming happily, the lotus flowers that bloomed once a year were blooming wantonly like her. The white and soft petals wrapped around the delicate stamen of the flower, which was as red as a girl's cheek. A black Cayenne of the latest model of this year was parked beside her.

Yan Jinhuan and Mo Qiman seemed to have heard the sound of the car as they came out to welcome them. Yan Jinhuan had changed into a black nightgown with golden threads and a silver-gray suit. Mo Qiman was wearing an elegant one-line dress with a simple waist.

The first to get out was the man in the driver's seat…Shen Chenyuan.

The heavens were truly biased towards him. Shi Guang might not be able to bear it, but it could also be that it had lost its effectiveness on him. He was really as stunning as the first time Yan Huan saw him seven years ago. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

He was a very beautiful man. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was devastatingly beautiful.

His eyes were as clear as glass, making his handsome features look even more crystal clear. His eyes were like spring water, as if they could melt the hardest iceberg. The high nose bridge made his face even more prominent. His lips curled up slightly, as if he was always smiling.

His entire face was as perfect as a god, and his eyebrows were as handsome as water, stunning the world.

Such a person who was as clear as snow was very gentle. Just by standing in front of him, he would make people feel reverence and caution, not daring to recklessly profane him.

And if he looked at you, you would feel like you were bathing in the bright spring light of March, like a warm wind gently blowing across your face. Even the coldest glacier would melt into a green grassland with flowers blooming, making people unknowingly indulge in that gentle and quiet.

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