Chapter 700: 189: It’s Too Late for Regrets_2
“Get out! Get out of my sight now!” Zhao Shen dragged Shangguan Furong to the front door and slammed it shut.
Shangguan Furong collapsed on the ground, her face streaming with tears.
Inside the room.
Lin Fang spoke nervously, “Shen, are we being too harsh on Sister Furong? After all, I’m the one at fault here. I’m the one who did her wrong…”
Zhao Shen sighed, “Lin Fang, you’re just too kind-hearted, always taking the blame for everything. This is not your fault. You’ve done nothing wrong to Shangguan Furong. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to explain everything to you.”
With that said, Zhao Shen took out clothes from the wardrobe and handed them to Lin Fang.
Lin Fang accepted the clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
When the two of them came out dressed up, Shangguan Furong was still there.
She sat on the living room sofa, her expression a mix of desolation, sadness, and perhaps regret.
After being married to her for so many years, Zhao Shen looked at Lin Fang with guilt stirring in the depths of his eyes.
If he didn’t love Lin Fang, he wouldn’t have indulged her all these years.
Zhao Shen’s changing expression didn’t escape Lin Fang’s observant eyes.
“Shen, I’ll leave you to talk to Sister Furong. I don’t want to interrupt you,” Lin Fang continued, “You’ve been husband and wife for many years, don’t allow me to destroy your harmony…”
“Bang!” Just then, a vase shattered at Lin Fang’s feet, scattering pieces everywhere.
“Get out!” Shangguan Furong pointed at the door, “Out. Now!”
“Shangguan Furong, get a hold of yourself!” Zhao Shen’s rage was ignited in that moment, “The one who should be leaving is you!”
“Shen, don’t be like this,” Lin Fang deliberately stoked the flames.
Shangguan Furong grabbed her purse from the coffee table and stood up, “Zhao Shen! Don’t push me too far!”
“Pushing you too far?” Zhao Shen corner of his mouth curled up in mockery, “Shangguan Furong, those words should be directed at you, not me. ”
Shangguan Furong did her best to suppress the raging emotions inside her, trying not to cry, “Get rid of this cheap woman as quickly as possible! I will never divorce you! If you don’t have any shame, I, Shangguan Furong, still do!”
Having said her piece, Shangguan Furong picked up her purse and left.
The driver outside hasn’t left yet.
Shangguan Furong got into the car, “Take me home.”
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