Ji Chuyang stared at Ji Wei in shock.
The hatred in her eyes was unmistakable—an intense, deep-seated resentment that could only come from the pain of losing a loved one, making Ji Chuyang’s heart tremble.
He couldn’t understand what he had done to make her hate him so deeply. That night, wasn’t she rescued by Gu Moqian, and her reputation wasn’t damaged, right?
"Ji Wei, don’t think that coming here makes you something special. No matter how much you hate me, you can’t touch me in the slightest," Ji Chuyang said arrogantly.
The curve of Ji Wei’s lips grew colder. She suddenly curled her finger at Ji Chuyang, "Want to get out of here? Come over, and I’ll tell you how."
Ji Wei’s words immediately struck Ji Chuyang’s weak spot.
He had thought that fleeing to Japan would allow him to live carefree and unrestrained, but he’d never imagined that he’d have no freedom at all during these days! No matter where he went, he was followed by men in black suits and could only move within a limited radius.
The people here spoke Japanese, which he couldn’t understand at all. If it hadn’t been for the two women who spoke Chinese he met earlier, he feared he might have suffocated to death.
The days were dull and unbearably boring, and he had long wanted to leave. However, coming here was easy—leaving was another story. Yamamoto Yu outright refused to let him go.
Ji Chuyang hesitated. Was Ji Wei really kind enough to give him advice?
But, remembering Beichuan’s respectful attitude toward Ji Wei earlier, Ji Chuyang began to waver again.
Ji Chuyang slowly moved in the pool, swimming toward the shore. Follow current novᴇls on novęlfire.net
Ji Wei stood there with her back straight, arms crossed, her expression indifferent. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Ji Chuyang as he approached.
Just as Ji Chuyang’s head emerged from the water and he prepared to climb out, Ji Wei suddenly kicked him hard in the forehead!
Ji Chuyang let out a wail and fell back into the water, sending a cascade of splashes everywhere.
Struggling to regain his footing, Ji Chuyang wiped the water from his face and glared at Ji Wei, brimming with fury: "Ji Wei! What the hell do you want?"
"You think leaving is that easy? Is this little setback too much for you?" Ji Wei said coldly.
"You’re deliberately messing with me!" Ji Chuyang roared. His forehead hurt like hell—could she have kicked him hard enough to leave a swelling?
"Yes, I am messing with you," Ji Wei admitted without hesitation. "With all you’ve done, dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough."
"I... What did I even do?" Ji Chuyang argued shamelessly. "Except for that night when I wanted to sleep with you—and that was only because I truly liked you and wanted you to be mine."
Ji Chuyang wasn’t sure whether Ji Wei knew he was behind the cable car incident, and he didn’t dare bring it up. A matter involving someone’s life—he would deny it to his grave.
"You’re insulting the word ’sincere,’" Ji Wei sneered. "Also, your pathetic brother couldn’t even hack it. You wanting me to be your woman? Are you daydreaming, or did you develop delusions?"
Ji Wei saw that Ji Chuyang was seething so much he was nearly rolling his eyes back in fury.
"Still dare to come over?" Ji Wei narrowed her eyes slightly, her face frosty.
Ji Chuyang’s chest rose and fell violently. To him, being kicked by Ji Wei was an unbearable humiliation—a disgrace he couldn’t stomach!
"Ji Wei, I’ll make you pay!"
Blustering with false bravado, Ji Chuyang roared and once again lunged forward toward the shore.
Ji Wei lifted her foot again, this time aiming directly at his face.
Ji Chuyang’s entire face twisted from the impact. He groaned in pain, his teeth gritted, his nose bleeding profusely.
Ji Wei felt there was no point in staying any longer and disgusted herself by giving this trash man her time. He wasn’t worth it.
Without another word, she turned and walked away.
Ji Chuyang suddenly panicked: "Don’t leave! You haven’t told me how to get out of here yet. Hey! Ji Wei, stop!"