Xing Tuo held her hand tightly and stood up: “Alright, in that case, this matter is settled.”
Let’s go.”
Shi Lei stared in surprise at their interlocked hands. Xing Tuo was known for being distant from women. He stared blankly at Xia Qian Xi, trying to guess her identity. Qian Xi felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Xing Tuo noticed and glared fiercely at Shi Lei, pulling Qian Xi away without looking at the chief, walking straight out. Shi Lei stared at their retreating backs, stunned, thinking Xing Tuo would at least introduce her. He sighed and turned back to discuss the details with Lawyer Deng.
The recording police officer looked at Xing Tuo’s back with a thoughtful expression, realizing this was Xing Tuo, the heir of the Xing Group.
Leaving the police station, the first thing Qian Xi did was call her mother: “…Delayed by something… Yes… Almost back… Okay…”
Qian Xi hung up, trying to pull her hand out of Xing Tuo’s grip, but he held it tightly, hurting her fingers. She glared angrily: “What else do you want?”
He looked at her and said: “We need to talk.”
Qian Xi turned away: “We have nothing to talk about.”
Xing Tuo said: “You still owe me an explanation.”
Qian Xi was exhausted. Wasn’t today dramatic enough? She felt tired, and her stomach started aching from not having dinner. She sighed: “Xing Tuo, I’ve already said everything I needed to say.”
“Why did you lie to me?!” The fleeting sadness in her eyes didn’t escape his notice.
Her lips were slightly pale, her forehead dampened with sweat from the stomach pain. In the cold night wind, she quietly gazed at him, her tone surprisingly calm: “Because there’s no need to bring it up. Because everything is past. Because… we’ve already broken up.”
Her voice softly dispersed into the night sky, echoing in his ears. His chest felt like it was struck by an iron hammer, painful and unbearable. His grip on her fingers tightened, digging into her muscle: “I don’t believe you.”
