Being urged to get married, she got married with the heir of a wealthy family in seconds

The male models then realized that Fu Sichen's gaze was poisonous and they flinched.

"Miss, is this your boyfriend?" a male model asked cautiously.

"Ex-husband, it's okay." Yan Luoman continued to play games with them.

But the male models no longer dare to have any bad thoughts.

The young lady ordered by Fu Sichen was also frightened by Fu Sichen's intimidating aura and did not dare to fall on him recklessly.

The atmosphere at the entire table was extremely suffocating.

Yan Luoman felt bored, so he paid them all to leave and sent a message to Jiang Fanghua.

Jiang Fanghua arrived quickly, wearing a festive red scarf. Yan Luoman then remembered that tonight was New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion.

Jiang Fanghua glanced at Fu Sinian, who was completely cold, and nodded slightly to show that he had greeted him.

He sat down next to Yan Luoman, looked at the mess on the table, and asked, "Did you have a fight?"

"No, I just called a male model."

Jiang Fanghua smiled gently: "Do you think it's a waste of money now?"

Yan Luoman nodded honestly. She wanted to hug him left and right, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She thought it was dirty if others touched Fu Sichen, let alone let her touch others.

"Didn't you contact your parents today?" Jiang Fanghua asked.

Yan Luoman nodded, his head lowering lower and lower.

"Let me take you to see the fireworks!" Jiang Fanghua suggested.

Yan Luoman nodded silently, as if she would not be satisfied until she buried her head under the table.

Jiang Fanghua stood up and said to Fu Sinian, "We're leaving first."

Fang Yu frowned and stared at Jiang Fanghua.

Does Jiang Fanghua have no sense of propriety?

But Jiang Fanghua ignored the murderous intent in his eyes.

Yan Luoman raised her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, propped herself up and stood up suddenly, almost falling.

Jiang Fanghua supported her in time.

She smiled brightly at him, without even looking at Fu Sichen, and walked out side by side with Jiang Fanghua.

After walking out of the nightclub, Yan Luoman said that he didn't want to take a car, so the two of them walked slowly amidst the joy of everyone welcoming the New Year.

"It seems that Fu Sinian has really decided to divorce?" Jiang Fanghua asked.

Yan Luoman nodded heavily.

He was indifferent even when she ordered a male model. The wine bottle he threw at her just now might just be a warning to her not to mess around before getting the marriage certificate. He felt disgusted.

"Manman, are you sad?"

Yan Luoman nodded heavily. She felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest. She didn't even have the strength to speak.

Jiang Fanghua looked at her distressedly: "Call your parents! At least they should wish you a happy new year, right?"

Yan Luoman nodded obediently and took out his cell phone.

She first called Yan's father.

It was very quiet over there at Yan's father's place; one could imagine that he was spending the New Year alone.

"Dad, where are you?" Yan Luoman's voice was choked.

Father Yan was silent for a moment and said, "I rented a house."

Yan Luoman's tears fell instantly.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

Yan's father smiled and comforted him: "I know that if you come back for the New Year, you definitely don't want to go to your mother's place, but if you come to my place, your mother will definitely be sad. Dad knows it all."

Yan Luoman bit her lips tightly but still whimpered.

After a long while, Yan's father said, "Manman, Happy New Year."

"Dad, my New Year's wish is for all the troubles to go away!!!" She shouted the last few words at the top of her lungs.

Father Yan smiled and said, "Okay, let them all get out of here!!!"

"Happy New Year, Dad."

"Well, take care of yourself alone."

"you too."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Luoman was a little hesitant and didn't dare to call Yan's mother. He didn't know whether his grandmother and aunt would be there, and he didn't know whether making this call would affect Yan's mother's mood.

Jiang Fanghua raised his hand to help her press it over.

Yan Luoman looked up at him.

Jiang Fanghua smiled gently and said, "Your mother must be waiting for your call."

Soon, the call came through.

It was very lively over there at Yan's mother's place. She didn't say anything, waiting for Yan Luoman to speak first.

"Mom, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year? Do you think I am happy New Year?"

"No one in our family can be happy this New Year."

"Or is it my fault?"

"No, as long as grandma is happy, you will be happy. You should be happier than me and dad, right?"

"Yan Luoman! Who are you mocking?" Mother Yan still couldn't control her emotions.

"Nothing, nothing to say..."

Jiang Fanghua snatched Yan Luoman's phone, smiled, and said modestly: "Auntie, I am Jiang Fanghua, don't worry about Manman, I will take good care of her, you have to take care of yourself, the New Year must be a new atmosphere, all the troubles will disappear, you must have a happy New Year."

Mother Yan was stunned: "Jiang Fanghua?"

"Yes, Manman's high school classmate."

"Is Manman with you?"

"Well, I'll spend the New Year with her."

Mother Yan suddenly thought of Fu Sinian again, and couldn't help but shed tears, "Then you help auntie take good care of Manman, auntie thanks you."

"No problem, just take care of yourself."

Mother Yan hung up the phone and returned to the living room.

My aunt smiled happily while eating melon seeds and asked, "Did Manman call?"

Mother Yan raised the corner of her mouth: "Yeah."

"Sister, why are you so impatient? A phone call can make you so happy. I said I would teach Manman a lesson. You really don't have the courage of our mother at all."

"Hmph!" Grandma snorted coldly, "Some people just don't learn their lessons. It's only been a few days? Your Yan Luoman has only been married for less than half a year, and how many times has this been a divorce? This time she even dared to look at me in public. She is so uneducated. She is the good daughter you raised!"

"I'm sorry." Yan's mother apologized.

The aunt held her grandson in her arms, glanced at them, opened her mouth, and then decided to give up so as not to disturb the child.

"Has your brother-in-law not given in to you these days?" the aunt asked again.

Mother Yan's originally dim eyes darkened again, "Yeah."

"Sister, how come you don't have any skills to control your husband? If the guy in my house dared to do this to me, I wouldn't even open the door for him! Let's see if he dares to do it again next time?!"

Mother Yan forced a weak smile and said, "Sister, my house doesn't even have a door anymore."

My aunt choked and looked at my grandmother with grievance.

Grandma glanced at Mother Yan coldly, "Who are you mocking? Isn't this your home? Did I give you less food? Or less housing? I'm helping you teach your husband and your daughter a lesson, but you're not grateful and are complaining instead?"

The aunt quickly agreed: "That's right! Sister, Xuanxiang said that your money will definitely be doubled next year. The project he found this time is definitely reliable and will definitely not let your money go to waste! Just wait for your nephew-in-law to take care of you in your old age! Your Manman can't be relied on anymore, so please don't cause trouble for you!"

Mother Yan couldn't say anything else. She just smiled. What else could she say?

Originally, after selling the two houses in City A, it was enough to help Wu Xuanxiang repay the loan, but the aunt was unwilling to return to the time before liberation overnight, so she instigated grandma to pretend to be sick. Mother Yan loved her mother dearly, so she quickly sold the house in the county town, and was eager to sell it at the lowest price.

Half was given to Yan's father, and the other half was given to grandma for preparation for surgery.

But...but I didn't expect that it was used to invest in Wu Xuanxiang.

Now Mother Yan can only pray that Wu Xuanxiang can make money, otherwise she will not even have enough money to buy a coffin.