Pffft! Li Qianze could no longer hold it in. He leaned on the table, laughing so hard his body shook.
Then, he exaggeratedly slammed his hand on the table in hysterics "Haha, Haha, Haha…"
As expected, if in a sharp-tongued contest, his brother would take second, and no one would dare take first!
Song Qinghuan had a black line on her forehead, and with disbelief in her eyes, she stared at the still aristocratic and elegant Shi Yuhuan.
It was really unimaginable that those words just now had come from the mouth of this handsome man.
My goodness, how can this man's mouth be so poisonous!
He used the seemingly casual, indifferent but incredibly infuriating tone to mock her for having no figure, no beauty, and for wanting to sleep her way to the top. It left her both embarrassed and angry!
She thought she was being harsh, direct enough, but she didn't expect there could be something even more ruthless.
The beautiful and curvaceous Han Qianqian was also criticized as worthless!
Any woman who was criticized by him would surely die of shame.
Looking at Han Qianqian, her face turned from red to white, then from white to green. After hearing what Shi Yuhuan said, her face turned completely black, her teeth clenched, as if she was about to explode from rage.
"Emperor, stop treating me like a three-year-old child. Everything you said is a lie. I don't believe it. I don't believe it." Han Qianqian shouted almost hysterically, and then suddenly burst into tears.
The mischievous Li Qianze, who was enjoying her misery, couldn't help but hide his laughter and showed full of sympathy. She was a beautiful woman after all, but his elder brother was too cold, treating a beauty as if she were a plaything.
Shi Yuhuan remained cold as ice, without a trace of pity: "Believe it or not, I've said what I had to say!"
Han Qianqian clenched her teeth, word by word, and said, "Emperor, even if I have thousands of failures and countless flaws, you must marry me, you have to."
Shi Yuhuan hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes like dazzling black ice stared at Han Qianqian with a bone-chilling look: "I said before, I will not marry you."
His thin lips parted slightly, the words he spit out were ice cold.
Han Qianqian's eyes widened, her pupils constantly contracting, her face as white as a sheet, without a trace of blood color. She bit her lip hard, "Don't forget our family's pact, I am your fiancée, Emperor, your future wife can only be me, otherwise you will have to give up the family reign."
What! This woman was actually Shi Yuhuan's fiancé and it was a family pact about giving up the family reign?
Song Qinghuan was extremely surprised, feeling that the situation was not as simple as she thought, and subconsciously got up, not wanting to get involved anymore.
But the hand on her waist clenched her like an iron claw, leaving her with the feeling that her waist was about to shatter.