Chapter 137: 137: There are really a lot of people protecting Yan Yue_1


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    Jian Yufei didn’t want to go, but she really wanted to divorce Ruan Tianling. Perhaps Yan Yue would have a good idea.


    After all, she was also eagerly anticipating their divorce.


    Coincidentally, the restaurant Yan Yue mentioned was the French Restaurant where Jian Yufei first met Xiao Lang.


    She arrived at the restaurant early and sat down in a quiet corner.


    When a waiter asked what she would like to order, she shook her head and requested only a glass of water.


    After waiting for ten minutes and seeing no sign of Yan Yue, Jian Yufei couldn’t help but suspect that she had been tricked.


    Just at that moment, two attractive, stylishly dressed women were walking towards her.


    “You are Jian Yufei, aren’t you?” one of the short-haired women asked.


    She suddenly remembered what Ruan Tianling had told her that night. He had said that she had offended the Yan Family, and that people would come after her.


    It seemed that it was indeed the case.


    There really were many people supporting Yan Yue.


    In their eyes, didn’t they all think she had destroyed Ruan Tianling and Yan Yue’s happiness? Even though she was the one legally married to Ruan, in their eyes, her status was akin to that of a mistress.


    Jian Yufei lowered her eyes slightly, feeling very upset and wronged.


    She had already withdrawn from this emotional game and was determined to divorce, but no matter what she did, they would always blame her...


    “Next, I will play ‘The Song of the Wanderer’ for everyone, dedicated to a lady who is suffering, in pain, and lost. I hope after hearing this song, she can feel a bit happier.”


    The soothing and pleasant melody started to ring out in the elegant and exquisite restaurant.


    Jian Yufei turned her gaze towards the grand piano in the middle of the restaurant. Before the white grand piano, Xiao Lang, still in his white shirt, sat with his deep eyes slightly drooped, and his fingers dexterously dancing on the keys.


    The piece he was playing was the same one she had heard the first time she saw him. Back then, she had boldly joined him in a duo performance on the piano and the violin.