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Chapter 131: I Can Even Recite

Shen Fanxing’s sarcasm made Shen Qianrou go pale as she bit her lips.

“Sister, I’m telling the truth. You’re really pretty today, everyone thinks so.”

Shen Fanxing returned a smile full of mockery.

“Fanxing, Qianrou means no harm and she means what she says. You’re indeed beautiful today.”

Shen Fanxing lifted her gaze slowly and gave Su Heng an icy stare.

That merciless look made Su Heng’s heart sink.

“I know if she has or doesn’t have any ill intentions. If you think she doesn’t… as long as you’re happy. I don’t want to know if she means what she says. Go ahead and trust her fully. You and her, have no right to judge whether I’m ugly or pretty today.”

Shen Fanxing’s words didn’t seem too callous, but they were full of merciless sarcasm.

Shen Qianrou took a deep breath and walked towards Shen Fanxing. She picked up a glass of red wine from a waiter who had just passed by them.

“No matter what, your opening dance worth a hundred million is indeed spectacular. It is worth celebrating. Sister, let me give you a toast!”

Shen Fanxing looked at the wine glass before her and her lips formed a cold smile.

She looked up at Su Heng, only to see him watching her expectantly.

Then, she nodded and reached out to Shen Qianrou’s outstretched hand slowly with her glass.

“Clink—” The sound of glasses rubbing against each other was heard.

When Shen Fanxing extended her glass, Shen Qianrou tilted her own one slightly and poured the wine on Shen Fanxing’s gown as the glasses glided past one another smoothly.

“Fanxing, be careful!”

Xu Qingzhi had noticed Shen Qianrou’s actions and yelled hurriedly.

Shen Fanxing only gave a cold sneer before she raised her other hand to hit the back of Shen Qianrou’s hand. It sent the red wine flying away which was directed originally at her chest.

The glass was flung away in the air and shattered to pieces.

The red wine which resembled blood, was splashed on the bright tiles.

Everyone looked towards the commotion.

Shen Qianrou covered the hand that was hurt by Shen Fanxing. She bit her lips as she looked at her pitifully and weakly.

“Sister, you…”

“How can you do this? Why did you hit me? And why did you hit my wine glass away? I really just want to celebrate with you. Why do you always treat me like this? I’m so sad that my heart aches! Shen Qianrou…. I already know how to recite your script.”

Shen Qianrou stared blankly at Shen Fanxing as she was rendered speechless for a long time. She had almost blurted out the exact words Shen Fanxing wanted to say.

Shen Fanxing snorted coldly as she studied the grim expression on Su Heng’s face. Her sarcastic smirk grew wider.

“Other than these underhanded tricks, what else do you know? You snatch whatever you can get, and you ruin whatever you can’t. Nobody can get whatever you can’t get. Tonight, I have stolen your opening dance. So now, you want to ruin my gown? Shen Qianrou, how many times have you used these tricks?”

Upon hearing Shen Fanxing’s accusation, Shen Qianrou shook her head frantically, her face turning deathly pale.

“No, I’m not…”

“Yes, I know, you didn’t mean it.”

Being interrupted by Shen Fanxing again, Shen Qianrou’s pretty face turned pale. Her shoulders shrunk and she gazed at her with a forlorn expression.

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