Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 630
Yan Yan couldn't go back to Nancheng in time, because she was busy purchasing a single business project in Shanghai.

When the acquisition process was halfway through, it was discovered that there was a shortage of capital flow and a broken interest chain. If you want to re-engage, you must inject a large amount of money.

The project is a money-making project, but she doesn't have enough spare money on hand.

So during this period of time, I was running between the UK and Shanghai, and I never made time to go back to Nancheng.

Until two months later, bad news came from Nancheng that Yan Yuanqiao died in the hospital.

At that time, the woman had just returned to Shanghai from the UK, and had already made an appointment with Shan Rao. When she received this phone call unexpectedly, her whole body seemed to be taken out of her nerves, and she fell directly to the side of the road.

Not long after, Shan Rao also got the news from Song Ran.

The man leaned on the sofa and smiled, "I heard that she and Yan Mo have never gotten along, is it completely broken this time?"

Song Ran focused her eyes and tapped on the keyboard, "Isn't it? Just take a look and you'll know."

After hanging up the phone, the landline at hand rang again. Song Ran thought it was an internal call, so she didn't pay attention to the caller ID. Unexpectedly, after trying to connect, it was a long-lost dull voice.

"It's been done for you. Mrs. Smith has left England."

On the phone, Shang Rui's voice was muffled, revealing deep tiredness.

After reacting, Song Ran was still stunned for half a second, her fingers holding the phone subconsciously curled up, and the corners of her lips curled up in response: "Understood, thank you."

She was still reticent as usual, even before she could speak clearly, she wanted to hang up the phone.

Shang Rui on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed her thoughts, and interrupted with a slightly raised voice, "You are not curious, how is the matter going?"

Song Ran's hands froze when she was about to hang up the phone, then she looked up at the time on the wall clock, and said mildly, "I have a meeting in five minutes."

"Then let me make a long story short." Shang Rui narrowed his eyes and explained concisely: "Mr. Smith does not plan to get involved in the market outside the UK for the time being, so he will not support Yan Yan in terms of funds. As far as I know, he is already preparing for divorce. .”

The matter of divorce was one of Song Ran's requests when she gave the book to Shang Rui earlier.

She could see that Mr. Smith didn't have much real feelings for his wife, so it was not difficult to provoke the relationship between the two.

As long as Shang Rui inadvertently reveals some of Mrs. Smith's domestic actions, sooner or later there will be conflicts between the two.

Yan Yan married Smith in the first place to avenge Shan Yuan. As for Smith, it was even simpler. He just wanted to use Yan Yan to obtain Shan Yuan's company property in the UK.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the two people who were united because of interests at first, finally parted ways because of interests.

So when Song Ran heard this, she just pursed her lips and smiled quite calmly, "I see."

With the death of Yan's father and the loss of the British backing, Yan Yan's current situation can be described as difficult.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ran chuckled and shook her head while tidying up the meeting materials on the desktop. She was a little curious about the mental state of the always proud Miss Yan.

She Song Ran has seen many people who beat a good hand of cards alive in her life.

After the meeting that night, she sent Yan Mo a condolence message on her mobile phone, and the next day rushed to the cemetery in the eastern suburbs of Nancheng to attend Mr. Yan's funeral.

It happened to be drizzling that day. Song Ran was wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella, standing at the end of the crowd, silent like everyone else.

At this time, a figure suddenly sneaked under the umbrella, and after a closer look, it was not surprising that the person was Shan Rao.

The umbrella happened to be on top of the man's head. Song Ran looked up and saw that his black eyelashes were covered with tiny drops of water, and his black suit was also wet, showing contours of different shades.

He swallowed all the words he wanted to drive away, and silently raised the umbrella a little higher.

Seeing this, Shan Rao smiled very impertinently, bent over and whispered in her ear and asked, "Why are you here?"

When you ask this question, you are prepared not to wait for a response.

Sure enough, Song Ran just turned towards her with the umbrella, showing an aura of refusal to communicate.

Shan Rao didn't give up, and wanted to say something after seeing this, but was caught off guard by a burst of noise from the front of the crowd.

Immediately, trivial discussions came from the originally silent crowd, and someone pretended to move forward casually. After a while, the vision exposed in front of Song Ran was blocked.

As Song Ran expected, with Yan Yan present, Yan Yuanqiao's funeral would not be safe.

She turned her head silently, saw the figure standing in the shade of a tree in the distance, and smiled faintly.

Mu Ming was wearing a gray jacket, and his eagle-like sharp eyes under the peaked cap were staring at the crowded crowd in the distance. He stood for a while, then suddenly zipped up the jacket, and buried half of his face in the upright Under the collar, he turned his head and strode away.

When Song Ran turned her head, she happened to see the back of the man when she left.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly noticed the surge of crowds around him, and the vision that was originally covered by the crowd lit up again, and the woman who walked over from it had a fierce and domineering aura, causing everyone to avoid it.

Song Ran remained calm, raised her eyebrows slightly, and waited quietly for someone to come.

It wasn't until she stood still in front of her that she looked him up and down with disdain, and called out: "Mrs. Smith..."

After a pause, he changed his words as if suddenly enlightened, "No, should I call you Miss Yan again now?"

Today's Yan Yan wears thick black smoky makeup, her long hair tied into a shiny black ponytail, and a decorative black pearl hat is slanted on her head.

"Miss, today is the master's funeral, if we have anything to say, we can talk about it another day..."

The old housekeeper followed behind and held an umbrella for her. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he wanted to dissuade her, but was choked back by the other party's stare. Afterwards, he pursed his lips and dared not say anything more.

Yan Yan's hands were hanging by her sides, tightly clenched into fists, and soon her whole body was shaking with anger.

She knew that things would not be that simple. Her father should not have died suddenly, and Smith should not have divorced her suddenly. Even in Shanghai's trading industry, someone had dug a hole for her to jump into.

She knew that she had chosen the wrong person to challenge, but she was still unwilling to admit her mistake at this time.

"Song Ran, I didn't allow you to come to my father's funeral." As she spoke, she raised her hand unexpectedly, and slapped it very quickly and violently.

Song Ran dodged subconsciously, but the reaction of the man next to her was obviously faster. Before she could dodge, he had already tightly clenched that hand.

Shan Rao's eyes were filled with anger, and the strength of grabbing the opponent's arm was obviously a little stronger. Seeing that Yan Mo was trying to stop him, he pushed him away forcefully, and warned: "This is not where you do it."

Yan Yan was pushed and staggered into Yan Mo's arms.

Seeing that she was going to have an attack, the man immediately clamped her in his arms with his hands.

Yan Yan, who couldn't break free several times, roared like a mad lion.

Seeing this, Song Ran showed indifference, and looked at her lightly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Yan, but Mr. Yan invited me here. I think the person who is in charge of the Yan family now is not you."

(End of this chapter)