“Don’t worry.” He managed a painful smile. “Just a small injury, almost healed.”
Yin Zhongtian sensed there was more to the situation. Suppressing his anger, he half-joked, “You can’t know her better than me, right?”
“Perhaps in some aspects, I do.”
Yin Zhongtian felt his anger surface with the alcohol and grabbed Ye Zhengchen’s collar, roaring, “What do you want?”
“Don’t be impulsive. We’re both men of status; why be crude?” Ye Zhengchen smiled faintly and gently pressed Yin Zhongtian’s hand.
With a slight force, excruciating pain spread from Yin Zhongtian’s thumb through his arm, forcing him to let go.
Looking at the man surrounded by brilliant lights, Yin Zhongtian felt a sense of defeat, as if cold water had been poured over him.
He gritted his teeth angrily: “Ye Zhengchen, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have power and money, coveting someone else’s fiancée. Don’t forget, you still have a military tribunal.”
Though he said this, Yin Zhongtian knew it was no threat to Ye Zhengchen. Powerful men could do as they pleased, trampling on others’ dignity. Even if she were a wife, Ye Zhengchen could obtain her if he wanted.
Ye Zhengchen paid no attention to the threat, simply adjusting his collar. “Secretary Yin just said at the dinner table that for you, nothing is more important than the woman by your side. I want to ask, what if you were not who you are now?”
“What do you mean?”
“For me, Bao Bing is more important than anything, both past and present. As long as she returns to my side, I don’t care what price I pay.” Ye Zhengchen paused, then continued: “You should understand my meaning.”
“Stop your delusions. She will never return to your side,” Yin Zhongtian said firmly.
“I don’t know what history you have, but she said you’re not worth her love!”
