Love in Shackles

“Xiao Bing, I had no choice. I have responsibilities and can’t go to jail. You don’t really love me; you still care for him.”

I nodded, understanding everything. Using a woman who doesn’t love you to save oneself is a choice any man would make.

If he were willing to go to jail to be with me, he would definitely be mentally ill.

“Are you done?” I asked.

“I’m leaving. Take care of yourself.”

“Zhongtian…” I called out to Yin Zhongtian, who was about to leave. “That day, when you spoke to my father… was it Ye Zhengchen who told you to say those things?”

Yin Zhongtian hesitated, then nodded.

Now I understood that Yin Zhongtian was never like Ye Zhengchen; he couldn’t fabricate lies filled with love, just as he couldn’t deceive with kindness.

Ye Zhengchen walked down from the car and stood behind me.

“You know everything now,” he said.

“Why did you have to use such despicable means?”

“Because I know you. Unless Yin Zhongtian gives up on you, you won’t betray him.”

“You want him to abandon me; it’s simple. Why tell him that I slept with you to save him? I said I was willing…”

Ye Zhengchen said in a low voice: “He hit you! I want him to feel remorse, guilt; I want him to remember that he wronged you!”

“You!” I was speechless, trembling with anger, yet wanting to rush into his arms and tell him: I love him, love him to the point of madness!

“Darling, I was wrong,” Ye Zhengchen hugged me. “This is the last time. I promise I won’t lie to you again.”

Hatred to the extreme, love to the extreme, I angrily pushed his chest.

If I had known… I would never have pushed him.

If I had known…

I pushed him away, and Ye Zhengchen bit his lip, leaning down and breathing heavily, pressing his chest. I felt compelled to intervene.

“Senior…” In an instant, my resentment faded, and I reached for his chest. “What’s wrong?!”

“It’s nothing.” He shook his head, his face frighteningly pale.

I unbuttoned his clothes to reveal a newly sutured scar, hideous as a centipede.

“You?!” I should have noticed his distress. That night, I sensed something was off but thought he was just busy.

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