Chapter 1310: Chapter 1310: Tearing off the Mask (2)

Fu Yan looked at Ye Qilan with surprise.

Didn’t Ye Qilan also know that Beichuan was a womanizer before? Why wasn’t there such a strong repulsion against Beichuan then? Could it really be Beichuan’s frivolity in relationships that made him so disliked by Ye Qilan?

Afterwards, Ye Qilan drank alone in silence.

Fu Yan sat with him for a while, unable to join the conversation, feeling bored, and left the Hongxing Pavilion.

Beichuan was waiting outside. Seeing Fu Yan come out, he rushed over: “Fu Yan, why do you listen to Ding Ye so much? He may look like Sisi, but he’s not Sisi, why do you treat his word as gospel?”

He couldn’t stand the way Ding Ye acted like a big brother, as if the whole world should follow his commands, domineering, authoritarian, and insufferably arrogant. It was really irritating.

Fu Yan did not reply, and just walked past Beichuan, but Beichuan followed him: “Fu Yan, I’m talking to you…”

“Beichuan, let’s end our friendship from now on!” Fu Yan interrupted him.

He knew that Ye Qilan wasn’t joking.

If he had to choose between Beichuan and Ye Qilan, there was no doubt he would choose Ye Qilan.

Beichuan looked at Fu Yan incredulously: “What did you just say?”

“I said, from now on we’re no longer friends. When you see me, pretend you don’t know me. That’s it!” Fu Yan left after speaking.

But Beichuan refused to let go, chasing after him and asking, “Why do you want to end our friendship?”

Fu Yan remained silent, he couldn’t possibly tell Beichuan that it was Ye Qilan’s intention, could he?

After this, Beichuan kept pestering Fu Yan.

Having no choice, Fu Yan hid back in the Hongxing Pavilion.

When he entered, Ye Qilan was not drinking anymore, but was sitting in a dark corner in deep thought, his expression a bit grim and cold.

Fu Yan didn’t dare get close to Ye Qilan, feeling that this version of Ye Qilan looked particularly sinister, full of a gloomy energy.

He turned to leave the private room, thinking that staying alone with Ye Qilan was even less comfortable than putting up with Beichuan’s relentless annoyance.

“Fu Yan, let’s go back,” Ye Qilan’s voice came from behind him.

“We’re leaving so soon?” Fu Yan was somewhat surprised.

Ye Qilan picked up his coat, and as he passed by Fu Yan, he asked, “Is the smell of alcohol on me strong?”

Fu Yan leaned in a little closer, “It’s not bad.”

“Looks like I need to take a bath when I get home, she doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on me,” Ye Qilan murmured to himself.

Fu Yan clearly heard this and thought to himself that Su Hongxing was at odds with Ye Qilan and wouldn’t get close to him, so how could she possibly smell the alcohol on him? Why the extra precaution?

Beichuan was still waiting outside the Hongxing Pavilion. Seeing someone come out, he rushed over again: “Fu Yan, explain it to me clearly, why do you want to end our friendship?”

Fu Yan was very bothered, finding Beichuan more nagging than a woman.

“When did I offend you? Tell me, is it Ding Ye who’s making you end our friendship with me…” As Beichuan rambled on, he accidentally caught Ye Qilan’s icy glare and suddenly choked on his words.

“Fu Yan, keep up,” Ye Qilan gave Beichuan one more glance, and then walked away without looking back.

The look Ye Qilan gave Beichuan made his scalp tingle, and he stood frozen on the spot, watching Fu Yan walk away. This time, he forgot to follow.

The way that man named Ding looked at him was like looking at an enemy, yet he couldn’t recall ever offending Ding Ye. Why would Ding Ye look at him with such disdain?

What he found most unbearable was that, in the end, Su Hongxing didn’t marry Ye Qilan, but married a man who was a spitting image of Ye Qilan, a counterfeit…