"Otherwise?"
"But you... liked her before..."
Rong Qiao wasn’t a fool. Seeing Su Xiaomeng’s reaction, she could sense something was amiss.
"You said it yourself, it’s in the past. After last night, I finally understand... how she hooked up with the Fourth Young Master of the Yin Family. Turns out... her skills in bed aren’t bad."
"Ren Yixuan! You’re talking nonsense!"
Su Xiaomeng shouted until her voice was hoarse, tears streaming down like a fountain.
"Heh..."
Ren Yixuan buttoned his shirt one by one, as if wiping his mouth after having his fill...
He looked back at Rong Qiao, "Last night’s alumni gathering, everyone drank too much, she seduced me, I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry."
"If you can’t forgive me, can’t accept it, then let’s break up."
After Ren Yixuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door. Rong Qiao was stunned for half a second, then quickly grabbed his hand, "I believe you!"
Rong Qiao hurriedly said, "Yixuan, I believe you, I believe you wouldn’t betray me!"
Ren Yixuan took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled...
Rong Qiao glared fiercely at Su Xiaomeng, "I believe it’s this bitch who seduced you, I’ll make her pay for this."
"Let’s go."
Ren Yixuan didn’t even turn his head as he opened the door and walked out. Rong Qiao clenched her fists, "Su Xiaomeng, I’ll make you wish you were dead, just wait."
After saying that, she followed Ren Yixuan.
Ren Yixuan walked quickly down the corridor...
If someone were to come up to him right now and ask, do you regret it?
He thought, he couldn’t answer.
"Yixuan..."
Rong Qiao held his hand, tears continuing to fall uncontrollably from her eyes.
She felt wronged...
The two entered the elevator, and Ren Yixuan turned to her, "I’m sorry, this time I’m the one who wronged you..."
"Sob... sob sob..."
Rong Qiao cried even more heartbreakingly. She hated herself like this, the man she loved most had cheated, yet she couldn’t speak harsh words, she couldn’t bear to break up with him...
"Xiao Qiao..."
"Let it go, don’t bring it up again, don’t mention it to anyone, from now on, I’ll treat you well, wholeheartedly."
Don’t talk about this incident again, don’t bring up Su Xiaomeng.
Rong Qiao threw herself into Ren Yixuan’s arms, clutching his clothes tightly, "She’s a bitch, Su Xiaomeng is a bitch! Sob... sob..."
"You can ignore Su Xiaomeng’s reputation, but what about me? Do you want to blow this up, let everyone know? Make me bear the insults too?"
"I didn’t... I won’t..."
Rong Qiao never intended for Ren Yixuan to be scolded as well, even if he did such a thing.
But a moment ago, she truly hadn’t thought that exposing Su Xiaomeng would also damage Ren Yixuan’s reputation...
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."
Ren Yixuan gently stroked her head, constantly soothing her with a soft, apologetic voice.
Yet the face reflected on the elevator door was cold and emotionless, devoid of any genuine feelings.
Su Xiaomeng...
The taste of utter hopelessness, have you felt it yet?
You’re in pain, and I’m not well either, but at least I won’t feel like you owe me anymore, even if... it’s at the cost of your lifelong hatred towards me.
"Ah—!"
The hotel room was a complete mess by now, sheets and pillows were thrown everywhere, the lamp was toppled over, the teapot and cups were shattered on the floor.
Su Xiaomeng sat in the crevice between the wardrobe and bedside table, in a small corner, wearing nothing but a shirt with unbuttoned buttons, hugging her knees as she sat there.
A pair of hopeless dark eyes silently stared at the big bed.
He drugged her, she didn’t know what the drug was...
She only knew, later she saw Yin Shixiu... She thought her husband had returned, she thought she was safe...
She closed her eyes, buried her head in her knees, carefully feeling the slow tearing of her heart, then learned to endure, learned to get used to it, learned... to become numb.
She didn’t know how long she had foolishly sat there, only that through the heavy curtains, she couldn’t even distinguish the sky’s brightness or gloominess.
Until her legs went numb, her hands went numb, her neck went numb...
Until the tears on her cheeks dried, forming two deep tracks...
Until her heart hurt to the point of complete numbness...
Only then did she lift her head again, reaching out slowly to touch the phone she didn’t dare to use...
After turning it on, dozens of messages came in, from Yin Shixiu, from Old Lin Housekeeper, from the Yin Family elders...
Her dry eyes were once again covered with a layer of mist.
She sniffed, wiped away her tears, and called Yin Shixiu back...
At this point in London, the sky should just be getting light.
Did he wake up yet?
The phone barely rang before it was answered, and Su Xiaomeng’s heart tightened suddenly...