After being dumped, I turned around and married my ex-boyfriend's younger brother.

Chapter 116 The lingering ghost

Wang Yanxi looked at Su Yiran and said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Anyway, they won't do anything to you, please."

"You really are..."

Regardless of whether she lives or dies.

They naturally couldn't control her, but if Gu Yanli knew she was eating so much spicy food, he would nag her endlessly.

It gave her a headache.

"Meeting you is the worst thing that could have happened to me in eight lifetimes."

Wang Zeshen's men brought a senior orthopedic expert to examine Wang Yanxi, while Su Yiran waited outside the ward.

"It's you!"

Su Yiran was sitting on a bench in the corridor when a shadow suddenly blocked the light in front of her.

She looked up and saw the person who had come.

And the man beside her.

Nalin took Federer's hand and said, "Mr. Federer, it was her who bullied me on set. She bullied me because she didn't give you any face. You can't let her off so easily."

"It really is like a persistent ghost."

Su Yiran looked at the two people in front of her, lowered her eyes and looked down at Nalin, and nodded, "The slap mark has disappeared. You really have thick skin. My hand hurts from hitting you."

Nailyn's anger flared up at the memory of that slap. "Mr. Federer, you have to stand up for me."

"Mr. Federico, you must do me justice—"

Su Yiran mimicked Nalin's tone of voice, making Nalin's skin crawl. "Can't we talk properly? You're not disgusting, but I am!"

Federico laughed out loud.

"When Madam Gu isn't being shrewish, she's actually quite adorable."

"..."

Su Yiran rolled her eyes at him.

Being complimented as "cute" by a strange man, especially after he had previously made disrespectful remarks to me, makes me want to retaliate.

"Mr. Federer, how did the pepper spray taste? It seems you never learn!"

Federico smiled and said, "Quite good."

"..."

Neuropathy!

Naylene looked at the two men and asked in a soft voice, "Mr. Federer, do you know each other?"

Federer's naked gaze fell on Su Yiran, "We're quite familiar with each other."

"..."

Su Yiran smirked, "Mr. Federer has a really thick skin."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"..."

Nalin realized something was wrong with the two and quickly said, "Mr. Federer, my foot hurts so much, could you please give me a hug?"

Federer seemed not to hear, his gaze fixed entirely on Su Yiran.

"Miss Yiran."

Federer immediately changed his form of address, "I've heard that Miss Yiran has opened an art gallery. I happen to be interested in that area. How about we exchange contact information and have a chance to exchange ideas?"

comminicate?

Su Yiran chuckled softly, "Mr. Federer, your girlfriend isn't feeling well and is talking to you."

“Mr. Federer…”

Nalin took the other person's hand. "My friend owns an art gallery. If you'd like, I'll go with you to take a look."

"Here, it's ready-made, so I won't bother you any longer."

Su Yiran waved her hand and turned to leave.

"Miss Yiran."

Federer instinctively tried to stop her, but his phone suddenly rang. Looking at the incoming call message, he frowned unhappily. "What is it!"

After the other person said a few words, Federer hung up the phone and pushed the woman off him.

“Mr. Federico, you…”

"I have other things to do, I'll go see the doctor myself."

Federer strode away, but after taking only two steps, he seemed to remember something and stopped, walking towards Su Yiran. "Gu Yanli is a much more complicated person than me. Please consider my suggestion carefully. I'll wait for you!"

The other party left.

Su Yiran stared at his retreating figure and scoffed, "How absurd."

Nalin's face was very ugly as she glared at Su Yiran.

"What are you looking at?"

What is your relationship with Mr. Federer?

"What kind of relationship do you want me to have with him?"

Su Yiran chuckled, "Miss Nalin, you can't even hold onto a man's heart, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

"Don't be too happy yet. You're just a novelty to Mr. Federer. He'll get tired of you in a couple of days. You're not even as good as me."

"is it?"

Su Yiran kindly reminded me, "Just to correct you, from now on, please call me 'Mrs. Gu' when we're out."

Upon hearing this, Nailin belatedly realized, "You're married? Which Mrs. Gu?"

Su Yiran just smiled and didn't answer her question. She looked up and saw the experts coming out of the ward, so she went in.

"Hey you--"

Nailin didn't get the answer she wanted and was about to chase after him when the menacing-looking bodyguard stopped her.

They stood there with stern faces, silent, like an impenetrable wall, their chilling presence sending shivers down one's spine.

Nalin turned and left, feeling humiliated.

the other side.

Underground entertainment venue.

Inside the private room, a man knelt on the ground, his body covered in wounds, trembling and afraid to utter a sound.

Gu Yanli sat in the main seat, his gaze indifferent. When he raised his eyes, they were unfathomable. "Mr. Federer, aren't you going to explain this man?"

Federer sat to the side, looking at the kneeling man before him, then looked away. "I don't know this man. What would Mr. Gu like me to say?"

"is it?"

Gu Yanli held the wine glass and gently swirled it, the red wine swirling within.

The man on the ground turned his gaze to Federer. "Mr. Federer, I don't want the money anymore, but you can't just abandon me!"

He loves money, but he's even more obsessed with life.

What's the use of money if you're not alive?

If he knew that this matter was related to the Shengleviga Manor, no amount of money would make him want to offend the Gu family.

Federer's lips curled up, his golden eyes sweeping over the man before him. "Just empty talk. I've seen this kind of thing many times. Mr. Gu, you wouldn't actually believe such nonsense, would you?"

Gu Yanli held his wine glass and took a leisurely sip. "It seems that Mr. Federer's influence in this area is not strong enough. Anyone can take a bite out of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man gently raised his hand, and a wail from the man on the ground echoed throughout the private room.

He put down his wine glass, stood up from the sofa, and glanced at Federer. "Mr. Federer, my wife is waiting for me at home. Goodbye."

Federer frowned, then suddenly chuckled, "Miss Yiran probably doesn't know what Mr. Gu is up to in private, does she?"

Gu Yanli stopped in his tracks.

Federer stood up. "What do you think would happen if Miss Yiran knew that the man she spends every day with has another side to him?"

"My relationship with my wife is none of Mr. Federer's business. Mr. Federer should be disciplining his men. A bunch of ragtag soldiers, do they think they can fight with Charles?"

Gu Yanli turned and left.

"you--"

Federico's biggest enemy is Charles. Everyone knows that the two of them have always been at odds, and every time they meet, it's a bloody battle. Gu Yanli actually dared to mock him!

"Fuck off!"

Federico grabbed a wine glass and smashed it against the dying man on the ground. "Useless thing! You can't even handle a man clinging to life!"