She stared straight at the paper flower in Qiao Yaozu's hand.

Fear flashed in Qiao Yaozu's eyes.

Obviously, he was afraid that Fang Liyuan would snatch the paper flower and stomp on it again.

He panicked, put the hand holding the paper flower behind him, and then said, "Honey, if you don't like it, I'll fold it again. Don't trample it."

Fang Liyuan let out a deep breath.

She said, "Did you tell Old Mrs. Qiao that I trampled all the paper flowers you folded before?"

Qiao Yaozu was flabbergasted.

After a long time, he said, "When Old Mrs. Qiao saw me folding paper flowers, she asked me why I always folded them, so I said my wife didn't like them and didn't want them."

Fang Liyuan felt like there was a thorn in the eye.

Haha!

A fool!

Qiao Yaozu is a fool!

But this fool is very shrewd!

He even told on her!

Haha!

Fang Liyuan had a cold feeling in her heart.

She glared at Qiao Yaozu, "Qiao Yaozu! I'm telling you! I will never like you for the rest of my life! You are not worthy of me!"

"You're a fool! You are not qualified to marry me, Fang Liyuan! I, Fang Liyuan, will never fall in love with you!"

"Even if you fold more paper flowers for me! I won't even look at them! You are a fool!"

After that, Fang Liyuan turned around and left.

The look on Qiao Yaozu's face was a bit dull.

A moment later, the paper flower in his hand fell to the ground.

...

Fang Liyuan went to the theatre again.

Zhao Rong could see that Fang Liyuan's face was full of sadness and despair.

After watching the play, Zhao Rong said she wanted to invite Fang Liyuan to dinner.

She said, "Liyuan, I know the chef of the hotel is no match for the national chef of the Qiao Palace, but I have admired you for so long. Please give me this chance."

Fang Liyuan agreed.

She didn't want to go back to the Qiao Palace.

If she returned to the Qiao Palace, she would see that fool Qiao Yaozu again!

She also had to face Old Mrs. Qiao's overbearing face!

Haha!

Without the Qiao Palace, she, Fang Liyuan, was nothing!

What's the big deal?

The Qiao Palace was not a big deal!

She, Fang Liyuan, was not bad!

Old Mrs. Qiao thought that she, Fang Liyuan, had married high!

But she, Fang Liyuan, thought that she herself had married beneath!

...

Fang Liyuan followed Zhao Rong to dinner.

Zhao Rong specially selected a private room of a five-star hotel.

Private and secluded.

Zhao Rong ordered a few bottles of wine.

She said tentatively, "Liyuan, drink some wine. I see that you are not in a good mood. Drinking can make your mood better, and wine won't make you drunk."

Fang Liyuan did not say anything and drank wine one glass after another.

Soon, the redness covered Fang Liyuan's face.

Zhao Rong saw this, and her finger gently slid on the phone.

A moment later, the phone rang abruptly.

Zhao Rong answered it and looked at Fang Liyuan embarrassingly, "Liyuan, this is Zhao Ziheng calling."

Fang Liyuan was already drunk.

When she heard the word Zhao Ziheng, she subconsciously asked, "What is he calling for?"

Zhao Rong said, "When you were watching the play today, he could see that you were not in a good mood, so he asked me about it."

Speaking of it, Zhao Rong lowered her voice, "Liyuan, Zhao Ziheng cares so much about you."

Fang Liyuan did not say anything, but a touch of warmth flashed through her heart.

She didn't expect that at this time, there was still someone who cared about her.

"Liyuan, do you think we should ask Zhao Ziheng to come over together?" Zhao Rong asked tentatively, "Zhao Ziheng is an interesting person who can relieve boredom and can make you feel better."

(To be continued)