"Are you sure?" Ouyang Hao raised an eyebrow unhappily, placing Lin Yixun down.
Seeing Lin Yixun struggle to stand, weak-legged and feeble, yet still stubbornly moving forward, Ouyang Hao felt a surge of frustration. What kind of brain does this woman have?
Unable to walk yet still showing off—indeed, she was as stubborn as a mule!
Watching Lin Yixun’s slow, tortoise-like movements, Ouyang Hao couldn’t take it anymore. He took a few steps forward and scooped her up horizontally.
Lin Yixun’s eyes were full of shock, about to speak, but Ouyang Hao’s cold voice stopped her, "Shut up! If you keep nagging, I’ll throw you back in the pool!"
Lin Yixun immediately fell silent. The earlier feeling was too uncomfortable, and she was still somewhat scared. Silently, she nestled into Ouyang Hao’s arms, though feeling incredibly awkward.
As they passed the grand hall, they ran into Leng Yixiu. Ouyang Hao glanced at the two men standing next to Leng Yixiu, his gaze turning colder.
He could tell at a glance that those two men were Leng Yixiu’s. Coupled with the conversation he just overheard, he almost pieced together the whole story.
It seemed that those two men who pushed Lin Yixun into the pool did so under Leng Yixiu’s orders.
Thinking this, the last trace of a smile vanished from Ouyang Hao’s face. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "President Leng, do keep a better leash on your dogs and don’t let them run around biting people."
His voice was calm, but his tone was terribly rude.
Leng Yixiu’s face didn’t look good, but he didn’t lose his temper. His gaze was fixed on the woman in Ouyang Hao’s arms.
Ouyang Hao of course noticed this. If he had any doubts before, now he was almost certain that there were countless entanglements between Lin Yixun and this president of the Leng family.
Lin Yixun couldn’t understand why Leng Yixiu was here. Shouldn’t he have left with Cheng Ying? Could it be he stayed just to see how miserable she was now?
If that was the case, then he succeeded.
She tugged on Ouyang Hao’s clothes forcefully and whispered, "Mr. Ouyang, please put me down."
Ouyang Hao squinted, but eventually he complied, putting her down.
Lin Yixun stood, took a few steps, and slowly approached Leng Yixiu. Just as Ouyang Hao was puzzled by what she intended to do, a loud slap stunned everyone present.
"Leng Yixiu, this slap is what you owe me!" Lin Yixun stared intently at the man in front of her, enunciating each word carefully.
The sting on her palm was intense. That slap had drained almost all of Lin Yixun’s strength. She wasn’t sure what she would face next, but she didn’t regret it at all. Instead, she felt a small sense of relief deep inside.
Three years ago, when he drove her to the brink, she had not hated him because she believed it was her own fault; these past three years, living a life worse than death, she also hadn’t hated him, because it was the bitter fruit of her own making. But today’s events had nothing to do with her; she hadn’t harmed Cheng Ying. Yet Leng Yixiu sentenced her without hesitation, nearly costing her life. How could she not hate him for that?
Surprisingly, the man tightly pressed his thin lips and took the slap without retaliating.
His gaze was no longer as icy and sharp as before. There was something stirring in the depths of his dark eyes, something unreadable, but Lin Yixun didn’t want to understand.
She suddenly let out a cold laugh, turned to Ouyang Hao, and weakly said, "Mr. Ouyang, let’s go."
Ouyang Hao squinted his eyes and scrutinized Lin Yixun once more with interest. He raised his lips slightly, extended his arm, and pulled her into his embrace, leading her out of the grand hall.
The man’s gaze followed them until they disappeared into the vast nightshade.
After a long time, he slowly raised his hand, touching the still-painful spot on his cheek. A hint of a self-mocking smile appeared at the corners of his cold lips.
In the end, he was still drifting further and further away from her.