Yin Mo lifted her eyelids, catching sight of the coffee in her hand, with a flat tone, "There are thousands of women who drink black coffee, he can’t like them all." "Indeed, but there’s always one that’s special." Cheng Li raised her cup in a gesture, hinting that she might be that special person. Yin Mo didn’t reply, instead gazing at her left ring finger, faintly noticing the mark of a ring that had been worn. She said, "You’ve been divorced and had three men, which indeed makes you special among women who drink black coffee." Cheng Li suddenly pinched the coffee cup tightly, feeling a sense of embarrassment and annoyance from being exposed. The air solidified slightly, Cheng Li raised her slender eyebrows with a superior posture, "Miss Yin, have you investigated me?" "No." Yin Mo looked back at her coolly, "He Qing gave me your detailed information." Cheng Li gathered her wine-red long hair by her cheek, with a slightly chilly smile, "Oh? That information shouldn’t have recorded how many men I’ve had, right?" Clearly having investigated her, yet daring not to admit it? Yin Mo frankly nodded, "That’s right, so you know everything, why bother asking again?" Cheng Li was momentarily speechless. In this first round of confrontation, she was obviously crushed by Yin Mo’s intelligence. Meanwhile, He Chen arrived at the old house. When he got out of the car, he had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, leisurely strolling into the backyard, unsurprisingly seeing Yun Lih and Shang Lu sitting in the pavilion drinking tea. He Chen bit down on the cigarette tip, blowing out a thin mist, "Calling me over, if there’s no big deal, see if I’ll beat you." Shang Lu silently put down his teacup, glanced around, stood up, patted the stone bench, "Brother Chen, sit, you talk, I’m off to the pharmacy." It wasn’t that he was cowardly, mainly Brother Chen was not someone to provoke. This man who could tie with his own brother, if he fought with Yun Lih, he was afraid to get involved innocently. He Chen glanced sideways at Shang Lu, nodding with his chin up, "Study well, strive to heal yourself early." Shang Lu let out a small hum and turned to leave quickly. At this moment, Yun Lih sipped his tea, curling his lips profoundly, "You with such a sharp tongue, can Yin Lao Er stand you?" He Chen licked his back teeth as he sat down, took the cigarette from his mouth, and scoffed playfully, "Are you kicked by Xia Lao Wu because you love meddling?" The two men’s eyes met, filled with a sense of gunpowder. After a while, Yun Lih restrained his thoughts, tapping the table meaningfully, "You coming over, does it mean you’ve guessed something?" "Need to guess?" He Chen threw the cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it with his shoe, "Come on, what shady business did you help my woman do?" Yun Lih smirked slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Have some dignity, not even married and calling her your woman?" He Chen shot him an icy look, "Do you want me to send Xia Lao Wu to someone else’s bed?" Yun Lih’s hand on the table suddenly paused, with a sullen face lowly calling, "He Chen—" He Chen carelessly raised an eyebrow, "You have one minute." "Your ex-girlfriend arranged to meet Yin Mo, they should’ve met by now." Yun Lih said straight to the point, with a hint of mockery as if enjoying the show. He Chen’s teeth scraped against the corner of his mouth, his eyes swirling with stormy emotions. Yun Lih squinted his cold eyes, scrutinizing the man opposite, somewhat incredulously asking, "Don’t tell me you don’t know which ex-girlfriend it is." It’s not impossible, given He Chen’s numerous shady pasts. "Cheng Li." He Chen took out another cigarette, playing with it between his fingers, "I really gave her face." Yun Lih saw his nonchalant demeanor, couldn’t help but laugh lightly, "Hope Yin Lao Er won’t become your ex-girlfriend, for an old love at least, and you insult her like that?" "Should I instead worship her, burn three incense sticks every day to absolve her?" He Chen glared at him displeased. He’s met numerous sharp-tongued men, but only He Chen earns his utmost respect. Treating an ex-girlfriend like a dead person? Yun Lih clicked his tongue, leisurely glancing at He Chen, "Aren’t you going to take a look?" He Chen dropped the crushed cigarette in his hand, standing up as he said, "If my woman is bullied this time, you’d better pray I don’t take it out on Xia Lao Wu." Yun Lih shook his head helplessly, also standing up, "If you put it that way, I’ll bring a gun and go with you. If Cheng Li dares bully Yin Mo, I’ll shoot her directly." This remark was both a joke and a test. He Chen walked steadily in front, sneering at the sound, "Not your turn." Yun Lih’s slightly stiff eyebrows gradually softened a bit, he could tell that He Chen wasn’t acting. On the other side, the café. Yin Mo sipped her black coffee slowly, while opposite her, Cheng Li, in a light and distant tone, recounted her past with He Chen. Some things can’t be imagined or asked about. Even though every word Cheng Li said was something Yin Mo had seen firsthand in the information, hearing it still left Yin Mo’s heart unsettled for a long time. It turned out, He Chen once loved her that much. Loved her enough to shield her from the wind and rain, to personally make her soup, even to stand with an umbrella in sight every rainy night to take her home. These trivial matters of love were not worth mentioning, yet she and He Chen had never experienced them. But no matter her feelings, Yin Mo’s demeanor remained consistent, without the slightest fluctuation. A few minutes later, Cheng Li seemed tired from speaking, she looked out at the street and concluded with something that inflamed Yin Mo, "Miss Yin, whether you admit it or not, everyone he loved afterward had my shadow, including you. Haven’t you noticed, we look alike? Or rather, we’re the same type of beauties, except... you’re just a bit younger than I am." Yin Mo could sense the disdain in Cheng Li’s tone, she looked calmly at Cheng Li, who seemed aloof yet proud, "You’ve talked so much rubbish just to tell me you’re older than I am?" "Of course not." Cheng Li didn’t get angry but laughed instead, turning her head to look out the window, catching sight of an approaching Ou Lu car in her peripheral vision, her eyes slightly burning, "Miss Yin..." Cheng Li spoke while watching Yin Mo, and grabbed her wrist holding the cup, "I just want to tell you, no matter how many years pass, as long as I beckon, he’ll come back to me." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 The next second, she abruptly raised Yin Mo’s wrist, and the remaining half cup of hot coffee was poured onto her own face as if directed by Cheng Li herself. Yin Mo’s face was as calm as a still lake, she didn’t stop it, nor did she show any sign of surprise. At this moment, Cheng Li’s beautiful cheeks were smudged, her red dress soaked with coffee, yet her lips curved more subtly, "Miss Yin, you probably don’t know how he loves the pitiful look of me being bullied..." As soon as she finished speaking, the café door was suddenly pushed open by someone. Yin Mo looked over as a matter of course, and was surprised to see He Chen stride in with a shadowed expression and cold eyes. Cheng Li had her back to the door, but she seemed to know He Chen had arrived.