She gave a bitter smile, appearing strong on the outside while hiding her own pain. She had fallen in love with the man who had let go of her hand at her most embarrassing moment to hold another woman.
“What did you say?” Dong Fang Yu turned around, serious. He was not a wooden man; he could see the helplessness in her eyes. He wanted to embrace her and chase away her sorrow but couldn’t, as the woman beside him needed him more.
“Do you think it’s enjoyable to play with me like this? If you have someone you love, why did you bring me here? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?” How foolish she felt for loving someone who aimed to humiliate her.
“What are you talking about?” He suppressed his anger and let go of Qing Cheng’s hand. Why did he feel heartache? Did he care so much about her helplessness? Could he be falling for this girl?
Mu Rong Qing Cheng quietly looked at him, a faint smile on her face. That bitter taste was hers alone to understand. She felt his concern, but it no longer belonged to her; it was for the lovely yet trapped girl before her.
She believed that if she were a man, she would fall in love with herself, as she had developed a fondness for the wonderful feelings surrounding her.
“Dong Fang Yu, is it necessary to go to such lengths for a woman like me who doesn’t know her place?” She was foolish, so much so that she didn’t even know her own name. She had actually believed his words and come to help him, yet he had set a trap for her, leaving her completely unaware.
“Shut up!” A look of disdain mixed with sadness crossed his face, but the sadness was overshadowed by anger. Almost everyone present was stunned by those two words, and the scene became awkwardly silent.
