The man noticed her staring blankly at Han Chong's retreating figure, his expression instantly turning cold. He coughed softly a few times, a clear hint of displeasure.
An Ruo snapped back to reality and pushed him to a quieter spot. "It's peaceful here, no one will disturb you."
Shen Xiaoxing indeed disliked such places, as he hated noise the most. But today, seeing this woman entangled with another man and her eagerness to escape after just a short time in the car with him, he inexplicably felt compelled to follow.
The atmosphere grew awkward. An Ruo was organizing her words to strike up a conversation when she looked up and spotted a woman approaching from a distance.
Her heart jolted. Instinctively, she wanted to push the man away, but An Qing had already noticed them and strode over.
"Why so flustered seeing me? It's not like I'll eat you," An Qing said with her usual arrogance.
"It's too noisy here. Let's find another place." An Ruo tried to move the man away, but An Qing quickly blocked them.
Glancing down, she sneered, "Oh, you already have a cripple at home. You're truly shameless—can't stand being lonely, so you find a man outside, and you pick this kind of trash!"
Hearing her vulgar insults, An Ruo wanted to slap her across the face.
An Qing, used to being insolent, shouted loudly enough to draw the surrounding crowd's attention. An Ruo instantly became the target of everyone's scrutiny!
"Everyone look! This woman is already married, and now she's sneaking around behind her husband's back with another man—and a disabled one at that!"
An Ruo was so furious she could spit blood!
This brainless woman, calling so many people over to gawk and slander her, didn't she realize she was still using An Ruo's name?
"Oh my, such a pretty face, but she's a Pan Jinlian!"
"...Then the man beside her must be Ximen Qing?"
"Have you ever seen Ximen Qing in a wheelchair? Hmm... actually, this Ximen Qing is quite handsome, what a waste of a face."
"What's the use of good looks without morals? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, she's parading her lover around. Pah! Disgusting!"
Shen Xiaoxing's thick brows furrowed into a knot, his hands on his knees tightening slightly.
"An Ruo, you're so desperate! You've done all the shameless things!" An Qing glared at her viciously. "First He Su, now a cripple. You can't even spare someone like this—how low can you go?"
Before An Ruo could retort, a cold male voice rang out: "Miss, I suggest you watch your words, or you'll regret it."
An Qing had already noticed the man's striking handsomeness, which made her heart flutter. She was just jealous—jealous that An Ruo always met such excellent protectors.
But what about her? She had tried everything and still couldn't get Zou Yikai to spare her a second glance.
From He Su at the hospital to this outrageously handsome man now—why?!
"Who are you trying to scare? Let me tell you, she has a husband, and he's the eldest son of the Shen family. If you know what's good for you, get lost. Otherwise, when this affair gets out, you're both dead!"
Instead of getting angry, the man laughed. "Since you know who her husband is, don't you know what Shen Xiaoxing looks like?"
What does he look like?
Another reason she had refused to marry Shen Xiaoxing was the rumor that he had been severely disfigured in a plane crash, so all reports about him for the past two years had been like that. Besides, Shen Xiaoxing was low-key, never letting his photos circulate online, and had refused all media interviews when he ran the Shen Group.
The man's voice dripped with icy menace: "I am the waste you mentioned, Shen Xiaoxing, the eldest son of the Shen family."
Both An Ruo and An Qing were stunned.
An Ruo was surprised that he revealed his identity.
An Qing, however, was incredulous. A flicker of shock crossed her face, then she sneered, "Are you so desperate for money? Dressed like that, and you claim to be the eldest son of the Shen family? What a joke!"
Just then, Han Chong returned. Seeing their young master and mistress surrounded, he hurriedly pushed through. The man's thin lips pressed together: "Tell her who I am."
Han Chong glanced at An Qing, disgust clear in his eyes. "This is my young master, the eldest son of the Shen family. How dare you slander him?"
"You think hiring a stooge proves you're the eldest Shen?" An Qing jeered. "Everyone look! This man has the audacity to claim he's the eldest Shen—how shameless!"
"You... shut up!" An Ruo glared at her, furious.
What kind of pig feed had she eaten to grow up with such low intelligence?
"Han Chong."
He leaned down, whispering a few words in the man's ear.
Han Chong immediately dialed a number. Within minutes, the mall manager rushed over, panicked.
"Eldest Young Master..."
That title left An Qing dumbfounded.
Shen Xiaoxing said coldly, "From now on, I don't want to see her here again!"
"Yes, I'll have her thrown out immediately."
The manager waved, and security guards moved to drag An Qing away.
"What right do you have to touch me!?" she exclaimed in shock.
"What right?" The manager snorted. "The right that you've offended our eldest young master Shen!"
An Qing froze, thunderstruck.
Was this... Shen Xiaoxing?
The husband she was supposed to marry and take care of?