Xia Pei Pei, equally indignant, retorted, “I’m lying? If Liu Yi had nothing to do with this, may I be struck by lightning! She told me to incite Zhao Dongyuan to kidnap Fu Xiaotang, to kill two birds with one stone, and keep it hidden. At that time, you ignored me, and Liu Yi said if I took care of Fu Xiaotang, she’d sponsor my dance competition. I had no choice but to agree.”
Seeing Cheng Yu’s furrowed brows, Xia Pei Pei grew bolder, pouring out her story, mixing truth with lies, pinning everything on Liu Yi. “She said Fu Xiaotang was born to be ruined by men like Zhao Dongyuan, that she deserved it since she’d been with so many anyway. After Zhao Dongyuan was done with her, let’s see if anyone would still want her…”
“Shut the hell up!” Cheng Yu roared, grabbing the glass ashtray from the coffee table and smashing it against the fish tank. There was a loud crash as fish, plants, and pebbles scattered among shards of glass, water spilling everywhere. Xia Pei Pei, soaked and terrified, screamed, now curled up with her hands over her head. Cheng Yu’s earlier menacing posture had scared her out of her wits.
I thought he was going to smash that heavy glass ashtray right onto her head. Cheng Yu also threw himself onto the sofa, panting heavily as if he had just done some heavy labor. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fierce enough to devour someone, with veins bulging on his forehead. However, his mind was completely blank; he couldn’t think at all. He was just angry, furious, and enraged. As for why he was angry, and at whom – Xin Peipei, Xi Liu Yi, or himself? He wasn’t clear. He only felt as if someone had stabbed a knife into his heart, turning and twisting it, not a sharp pain but a dull, throbbing ache that made him want to spit out all the blood in his chest.
