Gu Anqi, enduring the pain, silently dressed herself. Despite the difficulty in standing, she straightened up and walked over to him. “Are you satisfied now? Can you drop the charges?”
Ji Li scoffed, “What are you thinking? Did you think one night would erase everything? You think too highly of yourself.”
“You clearly promised!”
“I only said you need the attitude of someone asking for help. When did I say I’d let your father go after this?”
Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Gu Anqi laughed in anger, scorning, “Ji Li, you are truly despicable! Why go through all this trouble when you could just wait until we’re married? You waited eight years; what’s another two?”
Ji Li, with a sneer, pushed her to the ground and looked down at her coldly, “Marry you? Dream on! Now that the Gu family is in my hands, why would I demean myself by marrying a woman I don’t love?”
Even though she had figured out Ji Li’s intentions, hearing him say he didn’t love her still hurt. Trembling, she asked, “In those eight years, didn’t you ever love me, even for a second?”
At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and a beautiful woman in a light yellow dress walked in, rushing to Ji Li’s side. Ji Li embraced her, saying to Gu Anqi, “This is my fiancée, Chu Youyou. You know her.”
Chu Youyou, her best friend, now happily nestled in Ji Li’s arms, looked at Gu Anqi with a triumphant smile. Gu Anqi sat on the floor, utterly shocked to see her best friend and boyfriend together.
“You… how could you!”
Chu Youyou said sweetly, “Ji, didn’t we agree to tell her later?”
