Liu Yi stared blankly at him, her mind suddenly clear, “It was you, it was you all along! No wonder you came back to me so easily. You were plotting against me!”
“Yes,” Song Li replied calmly, “Why else would I agree to this engagement? I told you we were over. Did you think I was joking? I said there would only be one wife in my life, Tang Xiaofeng. Did you think I was lying? I just wanted to see what your plans were. Indeed, Liu Yi, although I thought I knew you well, you’re even more ruthless than I imagined. Let me tell you the truth,” Song Li pointed at the emcee, who smiled back at him, “He’s someone I brought in, we’ve staged this play. I’ve also asked Cheng Yu to keep a close watch on you and your father. I knew you’d want to eliminate any loose ends. Even the fifty thousand dollars supposedly from Liu Shiquan was my doing. It was just to draw the snake out of its hole. Without the money, he wouldn’t have rushed to flee, making it easier for us to find him.”
Liu Yi slowly came to her senses, processing Song Li’s words, “So, you’ve been plotting against me all along.” She let out a “hehe” chuckle, then raised her head and laughed softly before glaring at Song Li with bloodshot eyes, “I love you so much, yet you treat me like this. Song Li, I’ve loved you since I was a teenager, hoping to become your bride, but up until today, it still hasn’t happened.”
Song Li gazed deeply at her and said softly, “Liu Yi, you love me? That’s just an illusion you’ve created for yourself. What you love is yourself. If I were powerless, ugly, and poor, would you still claim to love me?”
“What more do you want?” Liu Yi gave a scornful smile, straightened up, and held her head high. “I’ve given you all my emotions except for self-love. Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would cry and wail without love, unable to live? Of course, I am the most important to myself! Let me tell you, you’re right. If you were powerless, ugly, and poor, I would have kicked you to the curb long ago! Hahaha!”
