The CEO’s Love Betrayal

Surprise washed over him like waves, with traces of excitement mixed in.

She coldly glanced at him, “I have no interest in married men or playboys like President Di.” With that, she elegantly lifted her skirt and walked into the darkness.

Di Xihuang stood up, brushed grass from his clothes, and looked in the direction she had vanished. A subtle, intriguing smile played on his lips—one he was unaware of.

“Starting tomorrow, you and I will continue practicing together.” Her voice was now filled with anger.

I was stunned and hurriedly replied, “No, don’t include me. The last time I went with you, I was sore for an entire week. I don’t want to go.”

“Spineless guy, go to sleep. I’m going to drive.” She hung up the phone without waiting for a goodbye.

After shouting, she felt somewhat better. Sprawled over the steering wheel, she fiddled with the small perfume bottle hanging on the rearview mirror, examining her emotions.

Wasn’t she already aware of the kind of person he was? Why be angry? Why still feel heartache? How could she have any unrealistic thoughts about the man who had ruined her world and life?

Logically, she should hate him deeply, but searching her heart, she couldn’t find a trace of hatred. Could she still love him?

This thought startled her, and she shook her head, trying to dismiss it.

No, she no longer loved him. The absence of hatred was due to Tong Baichuan’s dying instructions. As the saying goes, behind hatred is love. But without hate, it seemed impossible that she still loved him.

Ou Xueman comforted herself this way, yet she feared the possibility of still loving him. Deep down, she believed that loving him again would betray Tong Baichuan and Tong Yifeng, who was struggling.

She overlooked her own heart; that love for him had always existed, unchanged, which is why she couldn’t find hatred. This love was buried deep within her, and to rediscover it, she would need to reopen old wounds.

Just as she was about to drive away, the car door suddenly opened, and a woman sat down beside her. The strong smell of alcohol filled the car as the woman mumbled, “Men… are no good… all bastards, bastards driving, what crappy car… made me search so hard.”

When the woman slumped into the seat, Ou Xueman recognized her as Di Xihuang’s companion. She appeared extremely drunk and not in her right mind. Why else would she randomly get into her car?

Ou Xueman stared for a moment. “Hey, miss, you’ve got into the wrong car.”

The woman mumbled incoherently, “Ou… Wen, you… big idiot… big bastard…”

Ou Xueman felt lost; this woman seemed about to vomit. “Hey, don’t throw up in my car.”

She noticed the woman had called out Ou Wen’s name. Wasn’t she with Di Xihuang? What a complicated relationship! Never mind, she would call Ou Wen for help.

Once the call connected, Ou Wen anxiously said, “Xueman, where are you? I’ve been looking for you for two days; your phone was off.”

Ou Xueman noted several missed calls. “I wanted some quiet, so I didn’t turn my phone on. I have a drunk woman here shouting that you’re a big idiot and a big bastard. Are you coming, or should I leave her in the parking lot?”

“What woman?” Ou Wen asked, then suddenly exclaimed, “Could it be Tianli? But shouldn’t she be with Xihuang?”

Ou Xueman leaned back in her chair, saying, “I saw her with Di Xihuang, but now that bastard is nowhere to be found. I only see this woman. Don’t ask me to find him; I don’t want to see him.”

Ou Wen was silent for a moment. “You saw him?”

Ou Xueman’s non-answer spoke volumes. He sighed, “Xueman, can you help me take care of her? I’m still in Hong Kong and can’t get there right away. I’ll come to pick her up tomorrow.”

“What does she have to do with me? Why should I take care of her?” Ou Xueman said coldly.

“Tianli is my fiancée, your future sister-in-law,” Ou Wen said anxiously.

“Then you’d better keep an eye on her, or you’ll be wearing a green hat without knowing,” she replied dismissively.

“You mean her and Xihuang? They’re impossible. We’ve been arguing, and when she got angry, she went to SZ city with Xihuang,” Ou Wen said somewhat embarrassed.

Ou Xueman waved her hand. “Forget it. Come pick her up early tomorrow.” She hung up without waiting for more.

She looked at the woman who had fallen into a deep sleep and shook her head, driving towards her home. However, she didn’t expect that tomorrow’s visitors would include not only Ou Wen but also the bastard she claimed she didn’t want to see again.

[Not Wanting to Say I Love You: Chapter 28 I Am That Vixen]

“Ah—” A startled cry disrupted the morning’s tranquility, like a lake stirred by a sudden storm.

Ou Xueman, having only fallen asleep near dawn, rubbed her aching temples. Her silk slip dress had slipped off one shoulder, and her messy wavy hair spread wildly on the pillow. Exposed décolletage revealed an irresistible charm.

Reluctantly getting up and complaining inwardly about meddling in others’ affairs, she wondered why she had agreed to care for this troublesome woman. Bringing her back required not only care but also resulted in being vomited on and struggling all night.

A pair of slender, jade-like bare feet lightly stepped on the floor. As she opened the door, she was startled by the woman’s disheveled appearance. With a pale face and dark circles under her eyes, her hair was further disheveled, and she occasionally pounded her head, clearly suffering from a severe hangover.

Hearing the door open, the woman turned her head towards Ou Xueman, looking bewildered as she tried to recall last night and who this woman might be.

Ou Xueman walked to the coffee table, picked up a cigarette, and lit it, leaning back lazily on the massive sofa. Compared to it, she appeared tiny. Her red lips parted slightly as pure white smoke seeped out, enveloping her in a misty haze.

Her delicate fingers flicked the cigarette, ash falling into the crystal ashtray. She looked up at the woman again and said lazily, “You don’t need to think about it. We don’t know each other.”

The woman, stunned, blankly observed her surroundings. The house featured wall surfaces of varying levels, adorned with light colors, creating a bright, modern feel. Every piece of decor and lighting was concise, enhancing the space’s simplicity. The most striking item was the massive red sofa, seemingly out of place but softened by a few unique light-colored throw pillows.

The owner appeared to have excellent taste, someone who understood living well. However, looking at the lazy, enchanting woman on the sofa, she struggled to connect her to the imagined owner.

“Hehe…” Huang Tianli gave an awkward laugh, pointing to the house, “Sorry, may I ask how I ended up here?”

Ou Xueman’s starry eyes were half-closed, reminiscent of a dozing Persian cat. Her voice was lazy: “You randomly got into my car.”

“I… got into your car? No way, I remember getting into Di Xihuang’s car,” Huang Tianli said, awkwardly scratching her head.

Extinguishing her cigarette, Ou Xueman stood up, casually sweeping her thick, wavy hair back. “If you hadn’t been shouting that Ou Wen is a big idiot, I would have left you in the parking lot.” Stopping at the kitchen door, she turned back. “Coffee or milk?”

“Ah? Oh, milk,” Huang Tianli replied, surprised. After a moment, she asked nervously, “Do you know Ou Wen?”

A rich coffee aroma wafted from the kitchen as Ou Xueman emerged with a glass of milk. Without directly answering, she said coolly, “I’ve already called Ou Wen. He’ll come to pick you up today,” then returned to the kitchen.

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