"All these years, there haven’t been few men pursuing you. I haven’t seen you have dinner with anyone, and I heard from Manman that this Gu Beichen is an actor with zero scandals throughout his career. A bona fide male god."
Chu Ci looked out at the pitch-black night and pulled a bitter smile at the corner of her lips: "I used to have a boyfriend, so of course, I wouldn’t date other men. Now that I’m single, if I meet someone nice, I might want to give it a try."
"I don’t agree. You can only be mine."
Shi Yu’s deep, chilly voice suddenly rang out.
Chu Ci and Han Xi turned around simultaneously, and an emotionally charged Shi Yu pulled Chu Ci into his arms and fiercely lowered his head to kiss her.
Han Xi pushed against Shi Yu with all her might: "Let go quickly, people will see."
Shi Yu, as if he had gone mad, ignored Han Xi’s resistance and forced Chu Ci into a corner, firmly pinning her hands as he kissed her madly.
Chu Ci bit down on Shi Yu’s lip, desperately broke free, and slapped him.
"We’re over. Whoever I’m with in the future is none of your business. Don’t forget you’re the one who let go first."
With those words, Chu Ci dragged Han Xi toward the private room, but Shi Yu stopped them: "I know I was wrong, but we clearly love each other, and I will marry you."
Li Chuxia, who had been hiding at the corner watching the drama unfold, suddenly walked out and said slowly: "Shi Yu, how long do you plan to deceive her? Don’t you think it’s time to tell her that we got our marriage license?"
Li Chuxia stood in front of Chu Ci with her arms crossed, a taunting smile at the corner of her mouth.
She could have coexisted peacefully with Chu Ci, but Shi Yu had just threatened her. If she couldn’t be happy, then no one else would be.
Chu Ci looked at Shi Yu with disappointment, her red lips slightly parted, not knowing what to say.
So this man was already married.
"Chu Ci, I didn’t tell you for fear you’d be angry, but I plan to divorce this woman sooner or later anyway."
Chu Ci smiled faintly with aloof eyes: "It doesn’t matter anymore." With that, she pulled Han Xi and left together.
"They’re already inside, what are you still looking at?" Li Chuxia said indifferently, adding a sarcastic remark.
Shi Yu turned around, his eyes fierce as he reached out to grasp Li Chuxia’s throat, forcing her back against the wall: "I warned you not to mess with her again. Do you have a death wish?"
Li Chuxia’s face turned red from being choked, her breathing nearly obstructed: "You’re insane, let go of me now."
Shi Yu didn’t loosen his grip; instead, he squeezed harder, his eyes filled with overwhelming rage: "You better pray she forgives me, or you’ll regret it dearly."
Li Chuxia desperately pounded on Shi Yu’s arm, unable to utter a word from her throat.
Only when the elevator sounded not far away did Shi Yu’s rationality slowly return, and he released Li Chuxia.
Li Chuxia collapsed to the ground, gasping for air with no regard for her image, a glaring handprint on her fair neck.
She had narrowly avoided being strangled to death just now.
Back in the private room, Chu Ci kept downing alcohol, and Han Xi couldn’t stop her.
"What’s wrong with you, Chu Ci? Why are you drinking so much?" Li Manman noticed something was off about Chu Ci and asked.
Chu Ci tilted her head back, downing the red wine in the goblet. Beneath her calm voice was restrained pain that went unnoticed unless listened to closely: "I’m just happy, want to drink a bit."