Qin He had disliked her pretense from the moment she first saw her. Now, she curled her lips and said, "There's no one else here, so say what you want directly."
Upon hearing this, Song Nuan's smile also faded. She tilted her head and said, "You know what I want to say. Since you're divorced, please keep your distance from Qi Chen from now on."
She could feel that Gu Qi Chen's gaze on Qin He now was a bit too much.
Qin He stood up, her stomach aching with laughter, "Sister, is something wrong with your head?"
When had she ever been close to that scumbag husband?
Song Nuan's expression changed, but then she adopted a look of tearful distress, "Sister Qin, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have..."
As she spoke, she took a step forward.
Sensing her intention, a cold glint flashed in Qin He's eyes. She curled the corner of her lips with disdain and shifted slightly. Before Song Nuan could retract her outstretched hand, her forward-leaning body lost its balance.
With a "plop," she fell into the fountain, splashing a large wave of water.
"Ah!" Song Nuan shrieked, her face a mask of shock, almost losing control of her expression.
She had intended for Qin He to fall in!
The water in the fountain was icy cold, instantly chilling her to the point where her face turned ashen.
The surrounding people all turned to look, causing Song Nuan to tremble with a pale face and a quivering voice, "Sister Qin, why did you push me?"
Qin He watched the entire scene with a detached indifference, her expression as placid as if she were watching a drama with no plot twists.
Hearing the commotion, those inside were also drawn to the scene.
Gu Qi Chen's face turned bone-chillingly cold when he saw the situation before him. He strode quickly to Song Nuan's side, just in time to hear her say that sentence.
"Qi Chen..." Seeing Gu Qi Chen, Song Nuan's eyes welled up with tears. She extended her arms to him, her face pale.
He pulled Song Nuan out of the icy water, giving Qin He a cold glare at the same time.
Qin He felt nothing and met his gaze directly.
Gu Qi Chen's brow furrowed.
"Are you crazy?" he asked, feigning disbelief, and then hurried past her.
That scumbag husband was utterly brainless.
Qin He crossed her arms, unconcerned by the pointing fingers of the onlookers, and walked calmly indoors.
"Did she just push Song Nuan into the fountain?"
"No way... doesn't she know where she is?"
"Pushing her into the fountain... that's a bit too much."
"Women's jealousy, tsk tsk tsk."
Qin He listened to the whispers as she walked, wishing she could slap each of them.
Jealousy? Jealous of whom?
These people's brains were on par with that scumbag husband's.
Qin He walked to the main console. Madam Gu's face darkened as she stopped her, "What do you want to do now? Are you not done causing a scene?"
Qin He ignored her, quietly connecting her phone to the computer.
Madam Gu's face darkened again. Just as she was about to step forward, Lu Ming Xi, appearing from nowhere, blocked her with a smile, "Auntie."
"You!"
Soon, Song Nuan changed her clothes and came downstairs with Gu Qi Chen.
She approached Qin He and said softly, her voice full of grievance, "Sister Qin, did I do something wrong?"
Qin He blinked her long, slender lashes. She placed her index finger on her rosy, soft lips and made a soft "shushing" sound.
"The show is about to start, watch quietly."
Then, the large screen flickered, and a video suddenly appeared.
Song Nuan froze, and then the color drained from her face.
On the screen was the entire process of Song Nuan trying to push someone by the fountain, but losing her balance and falling in herself.
The footage was clear, showing unequivocally that Qin He hadn't even moved a finger.
The surroundings erupted like a boiling pot.
"A whole staged act? She's quite the performer."
"Alas, I just remembered, wasn't Miss Qin the original wife?! How can the mistress be so brazen?"
"To be a mistress deliberately, I could slap three of these simpering types to death."
Song Nuan's complexion could not be described as merely bad. Her slender body swayed precariously, as if she would faint at any moment.
Gu Qi Chen's face was also grim. After a long pause, he walked to Qin He's side, gently pressed her hand, and said in a deep, cold voice, "Enough."
"Enough?" Qin He raised an eyebrow, staring at Gu Qi Chen, and retorted, "Where is 'enough'?"
She desperately wanted to ask, compared to her two years of marriage spent in humble appeasement, where was 'enough'?
But before she could speak, she suddenly felt a surge of nausea in her stomach, a wave of sickness washing over her.
Qin He's expression changed, she knew it was bad.
She slapped Gu Qi Chen's hand away, clutched her abdomen, and let out a loud retching sound.
Gu Qi Chen: "..."
What was this? Was his ex-wife's revulsion at his touch causing a psychosomatic gag reflex?