Flipped:My Sweet Wife

Li Haocheng's attitude deeply hurt Yan Qingruo.

It was unbelievable that this was the man who had been tirelessly pursuing her, promising her a beautiful future!

Her father's attitude toward her also grew increasingly cold, which was devastating. As a father, he actually believed a stranger's words over his own daughter!

Yan Qingruo clenched her fists tightly and walked slowly toward Li Haocheng.

Li Haocheng and Yan Ya exchanged a glance, both with a smug look.

They thought that since Boss Wang must have slept with Yan Qingruo the night before, the business deal they had negotiated with him was as good as theirs.

Just when everyone assumed that Yan Qingruo was approaching Li Haocheng to apologize, she raised her hand and gave him a fierce slap across the face.

Li Haocheng looked at Yan Qingruo wordlessly and then waved it off, "Forget it, I'm not going to lower myself to argue with a woman!"

"Li Haocheng, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" Yan Qingruo was heartbroken. When she thought about what happened last night, it hurt more than having her heart gouged out.

Before Li Haocheng could react, Yan Ya immediately stepped forward, grabbed Yan Qingruo's hand, and shouted, "Yan Qingruo, you crazy woman, you are literally insane. How dare you hit someone when it's you who has done wrong? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Yan Qingruo, petite in stature, slipped away from Yan Ya's grasp and stepped back.

Yan Ya, wearing high heels, lost her balance and crashed to the ground hard.

Li Haocheng quickly went to help Yan Ya, asking, "Yaya, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Yan Qingruo, you vile woman, are you looking for death?"

He stood up, ready to hit Yan Qingruo.

Yan Qingruo looked at the man she had loved for a year, even engaged to, and felt as though she had never truly known him.

He had become so unfamiliar, the mouth that once spoke sweet nothings now spat out insults without a hint of mercy;

The hand that had once held hers was now raised high to strike her.

She hadn't expected that beneath his scholarly appearance lay such an ugly facade.

Yan Ya cried out in pain, and Li Haocheng quickly knelt down to hold her, showing endless care and affection, "Did you hurt yourself anywhere, Yaya?"

"Yaya?" Yan Qingruo murmured to herself, looking at Li Haocheng and Yan Ya embracing each other.

They were so close, clinging to each other like a pair of lovers in deep affection.

In an instant, Yan Qingruo understood—her fiancé and her sister had been hooking up behind her back.

Their intimate behaviors were that of a couple deeply in love.

She was just too naive to notice it until now.

As Yan Qingruo looked at these two people, the tears welling up in her eyes slowly dried up.

In their place, an endless heartache and cold laughter took hold.

As she watched the two actors, she knew that everything from last night must have been related to them.

She knew Yan Ya had never liked her; ever since she had joined the Yan family, Yan Ya had been opposing her at every turn, bullying her in all sorts of ways.

Being younger than Yan Ya and without a mother's protection, she had suffered a lot at the hands of Yan Ya and her mother over the years.

But she never expected that Yan Ya would go so far as to snatch away Li Haocheng too!

It seems that last night was yet another plot by Yan Ya to set me up.

Yan Qingruo forced a bitter smile, watching Li Haocheng affectionately hug Yan Ya. She really didn't want such a man anymore.

Giving up on a relationship of more than a year was very painful for Yan Qingruo. Her father's favoritism also left her weeping without tears.

She walked over to them powerlessly and slowly said, "Dear sister, since you like second-hand goods so much, I'll give him to you."

The words "dear sister" were particularly biting.

Yan Wenshan cursed in anger, "Look at you, just look at you, you have no manners at all, you're out of line! Out of line! Get out, get out! I don't have a daughter like you!"

"Dad, don't you see? My fiancé is with my sister. Is this my fault?" Yan Qingruo, looking at her equally strange father, questioned loudly.

Yan Wenshan was momentarily speechless, but his heart ached more for Yan Ya, and, taking her side, he said, "You shouldn't worry about others when your own mess isn't sorted out. Do you have the nerve to criticize your sister?"

"Dad, there's no need for you to scold me. I know that you've always found me annoying. In your heart, there's no longer a place for me or Mom. But no matter what, I won't apologize because I haven't done anything wrong. You see it too, Li Haocheng is my fiancé, and yet he's with my sister, isn't there a problem with that?" Yan Qingruo said calmly, only her hands trembling at her trouser leg, betraying an inner turmoil she couldn't quell.

"What could be the problem? If you can't abide by propriety yourself, don't try to blame your sister. You really are a good daughter of mine, my good daughter." Yan Wenshan said blind lies through his teeth, almost wanting to hit Yan Qingruo.

Yan Qingruo held back her tears, "If that's really what you think, then there's nothing I can do."

"I don't have a daughter like you!" Yan Wenshan saw that his daughter was not giving in and couldn't help but bellow, "Our Yan Family doesn't have such an unruly daughter, get out! Get out!"

Yan Qingruo looked up at her father, her gaze reflecting the cold, twisted visage of the man, feeling utter chill in her heart.

She bowed to her father and said, "Then I will leave now."

With that, she turned and walked upstairs.

Yan Wenshan was shivering with rage, "Once you're gone, don't come back!"

Yan Qingruo entered her own room, a very small room that was originally the house's storage room used for clutter.

Even the servants' quarters in the house were bigger than hers.

However, after her stepmother brought Yan Ya and her son into the house, Yan Qingruo was forced to move into this room and had lived here ever since.

Yan Qingruo's originally sunny and spacious room had been taken over by Yan Ya who wheedled and whined until her father gave in.

Yan Qingruo never contested or fought over these matters.

But now, they had upped the ante.

It was just as well; she could move in with her grandmother, to keep her company.

Previously, she had been reluctant to leave, clinging to the warm memory her mother had left in this home, naively believing that her father still had affection for his daughter.

But now, it seemed unnecessary.

Being stabbed in the heart repeatedly by the two people closest to her in one night, there was a moment when Yan Qingruo felt absolutely unable to breathe.

Standing before her mother's portrait, she took two deep breaths to calm the storm of emotions within her and the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

After quickly packing a few things, she went downstairs, only to see Li Haocheng, Yan Ya, and Yan Wenshan sitting on the sofa, eating fruit around the coffee table.

On the table was a large fruit platter; the three of them chatted and laughed as they ate.