Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 70 I'm not a person who's not thinking clearly.

[With Song Jinwei in trouble, Fu Siyue couldn't sit still any longer. But just when everyone thought the two would break off their relationship and become bitter enemies, the ending was unexpected. It's a mystery how Jiang Liwu managed to not only get Wei Xifeng and Fu Siyue to reconcile and extricate herself unscathed, but also move into the Fu family and be valued and protected by Fu Siyue.]

Previously, Jiang Liwu had absolutely no connection with Wei Xifeng and Fu Siyue, yet she managed to win them over in such a short time, making them completely devoted to her and willing to stand up for her. This woman is terrifying; she definitely knows how to use witchcraft. Indeed, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous and poisonous she is. Even I was almost bewitched by her.

[Yan-ge, you absolutely mustn't fall for her tricks or her trap.]

Shang Tingyan's eyes darkened. [You don't need to remind me; I'm not someone who's not thinking clearly.]

He tossed his phone aside and paced back and forth, slightly agitated. Shang Tingyan stood by the window. The moon was obscured by gloomy clouds tonight. His dark eyelashes drooped, and he rubbed a lighter in his hand, flicking it again and again. The light and shadow flickered with the light in his eyes.

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Although she said she would repay Wei Xifeng, Qiao Yiran had no source of income. She didn't want Wei Xifeng to look down on her, so she was particularly anxious and impatient. Min Baixuan knew that she was preoccupied and frowning because she wanted to repay Wei Xifeng.

This made Min Baixuan very happy, even though the goal was far away, it still gave him hope.

He saw the hope that Qiao Yiran would leave Wei Xifeng and then choose to be with him without any worries or obstacles.

He handed a card to Qiao Yiran, saying, "Yiran, I know this money isn't enough, but we'll pay it back little by little. One day we'll definitely be able to pay it all back, and you'll be able to leave Wei Xifeng as you wish and no longer be blackmailed by him."

Just as Qiao Yiran was about to be moved, her expression suddenly stiffened when she heard the last sentence.

She no longer wants to leave Wei Xifeng.

“Brother Min, I told you I can’t take your money.” Qiao Yiran returned the card with a firm expression. “I want to pay back the money on my own, and I know I can do it.”

Her stubborn and striving expression was dazzling. Min Baixuan liked Qiao Yiran just like that. Many times he wanted Qiao Yiran to rely on him, and when Qiao Yiran showed him her soft and vulnerable side, it made him feel pity and protectiveness.

Min Baixuan: "I believe you."

Qiao Yiran smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Min." But soon she hugged her knees and fell into depression and distress again. "But what should I do now?" Qiao Yiran's mind was in chaos and she had no idea what to do. In fact, she came to Min Baixuan not only to seek comfort, but also to ask him for advice.

“Yiran, you can paint, right? I remember you once told me that your dream was to become a great painter. You hoped that your paintings could help some people. You paint so well, in my eyes, no worse than those famous painters. You could definitely hold an exhibition.”

"Yes, how come I didn't think of that?" She could sell her paintings!

Qiao Yiran's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she excitedly rushed into Min Baixuan's arms, burying her head in his chest. "Brother Min, thanks to you for reminding me, I know what to do now."

When the person he liked took the initiative to embrace him, Min Baixuan's handsome face flushed red. He hugged Qiao Yiran back and smelled the rose scent on her hair.

Without hesitation, Qiao Yiran quickly put her art exhibition into action. The success exceeded expectations; her paintings sold out instantly, and some people even argued heatedly over them. This gave Qiao Yiran a great sense of confidence, vanity, and accomplishment.

Everything went too smoothly, which made Qiao Yiran a little arrogant. A genius painter who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, she sold her first painting for tens of millions. Shouldn't that make Wei Xifeng look at her in a different light?

Qiao Yiran pursed her lips, but her expression revealed undisguised happiness. She seemed to have rediscovered the pride she once had as the red rose.

She handed the bank card to Wei Xifeng, saying, "I told you I would definitely pay you back."

"I earned this money myself; I didn't rely on anyone."

Wei Xifeng's handsome and profound face remained expressionless and unmoved. He was serious and silent while working, never even lifting his eyelids, as if Qiao Yiran did not exist at all.

"Miss Qiao, the head of the family is busy right now." Uncle Wang gestured for Qiao Yiran to go out first, speechless at Qiao Yiran's arrogant and conceited remarks.

Could she possibly think that her smooth sailing and meteoric rise to become a rising star painter is all thanks to her own efforts?

If it weren't for the Wei family's backing, and if those people weren't trying to curry favor with the family head, who would know about Qiao Yiran?

Has Qiao Yiran not fully understood this principle after staying in the Wei family for three years?

Seeing that she hadn't attracted Wei Xifeng's attention, which was a far cry from the appreciation she had imagined, Qiao Yiran felt unwilling. "I know, I won't bother you with your work. I'll just say one thing: this is the first sum of money I'm paying back. I'll earn the second and the third sum soon."

When Wei Xifeng refused to take it, Qiao Yiran placed the bank card on the table and pushed it towards him.

She turned and left, walking very slowly. She wasn't stopped even after she left the house. Qiao Yiran bit her lip hard, and the panic in her heart spread endlessly, filling her entire body.

Wei Xifeng became increasingly indifferent to her, and it seemed that his possessiveness had disappeared. Now she could come and go freely, wherever she wanted, without any time restrictions, and Wei Xifeng would not interfere.

Wei Xifeng has stopped making her do any of the things he once forced her to do.

Wei Xifeng's previously frequent flare-ups have entered a stable period. Qiao Yiran should be happy that she no longer has to face the crazy and terrifying Wei Xifeng, but in doing so, she has to face one thing: she is no longer of any use to Wei Xifeng.

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After getting a new phone, Jiang Liwu accepted Shang Tingyan's friend request, but after exchanging a few words, they fell silent, and the chat window became cold.

Shang Tingyan truly had no romantic feelings for her. Jiang Liwu lay down on the bed, her dark hair spread out, her black jade eyes filled with a lonely emptiness. She told herself, "This is the best outcome."

When I turned my head, I saw Shang Tingyan's trench coat, and my gaze lingered for a moment.

She sent messages to Yan Wenyu as usual, and found that Yan Wenyu's replies were no longer always polite. He would also take the initiative to ask her some questions and learn about her.

For example, [Why did you choose 'fog' as a metaphor?]

[Having this character in my name makes things easier.] Actually, I'm just too lazy to think of a new nickname.

Yan Wenyu: [Can you tell me your name?]

Jiang Liwu first typed the two characters "Jiang Wu".