An Xiaoyu’s body stiffened.
Because Chu Mucheng’s hand... was so burning hot! It had exceeded the normal temperature range.
"Are you running a fever?"
An Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, a hint of concern in her eyes.
Chu Mucheng lifted his head, his handsome face unexpectedly filled with a wicked, indulgent smirk.
"What, you’re actually concerned about me?"
Yesterday, he had sat in the corridor all night waiting for her, yet she had spent the time with Shen Yufeng, and even went to get the marriage certificate this morning!
Chu Mucheng only felt a chill at the bottom of his heart.
He foolishly waited for her to come home, yet she stayed overnight with Shen Yufeng!
He really was a complete fool!
"Chu Mucheng, you should go to the hospital!"
An Xiaoyu reiterated once again.
But Chu Mucheng snorted coldly, his eyes slanting at her.
"Don’t worry, I won’t die. Besides, if I die, wouldn’t that mean no one will be bothering you?"
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An Xiaoyu was a bit annoyed.
"Go if you want! I can’t be bothered with you!"
With that, she tried to shake off Chu Mucheng’s hand, but he gripped it so tightly that she simply couldn’t break free.
"Chu Mucheng, let go!"
Chu Mucheng closed his eyes, looking very weary. When he opened them again, there was a decisive look in his eyes.
"An Xiaoyu, are you in such a hurry to draw lines between us? Do I, Chu Mucheng... really disgust you that much?"
His tone sounded somewhat fierce, but more than that, it was weary and desperate.
An Xiaoyu looked at him, at a loss for words for a moment.
She didn’t want to give Chu Mucheng any hope, but... she didn’t want to see his sad face either.
A sense of guilt surged, making her heart pound with fear, always worried that Chu Mucheng would do something drastic.
"Chu Mucheng, I’ve told you before, there’s no way between you and me! Aren’t you always so proud of your intelligence? Why must you be so stubborn at this time?"
Consoling people was not An Xiaoyu’s strong suit, and consoling Chu Mucheng was especially draining for her.
"I have things to do, so I should be going!"
Chu Mucheng gave a cold laugh, the smile at the corner of his lips so thin and cool, devoid of any warmth.
"What, you can’t wait to go back after being out for just a short while? Can’t be a minute without that man?"
As soon as these words came out, they stabbed An Xiaoyu’s heart like a sharp knife.
Look, the Chu Mucheng now... seems to have reverted to his previous domineering and harsh demeanor. And the gentle Chu Mucheng who saved her on that rainy night... was gradually fading away.
An Xiaoyu just felt tightness in her chest, a painful sensation.
"Does saying this make you feel better? If so, then I don’t mind!"
Chu Mucheng was pulling on her wrist, his grip increasing in strength, and An Xiaoyu felt her wrist was nearly being crushed, yet she bore the pain, saying nothing.
Suddenly, Chu Mucheng gave a wicked smile, then stood up and dragged her towards the door.
As they approached the entrance, a waiter stopped them.
"The two of you haven’t paid yet!"
Chu Mucheng took out a hundred-dollar bill and slapped it on the cashier’s counter.
Then he dragged An Xiaoyu straight onto the sports car parked outside the café and, with a click, locked the doors.
An Xiaoyu was taken aback.
"Chu Mucheng, where are you taking me?"