“I won’t stand at the doorway. I’ll sit and talk.” Zhou Ying sat on the sofa with a bold expression.
Tao Yu rolled her eyes, casually grabbed a cushion, and sat opposite him, coldly saying: “What do you want to say? Get on with it.”
When it came to the main issue, Zhou Ying’s playfulness immediately subsided. He pursed his lips and asked unwillingly: “Did Yue Linze personally tell you that he suspects me of being behind the car accident?”
“What do you think? Let me tell you, don’t treat everyone like an idiot. Linze is much smarter than you. He knows everything but doesn’t want to argue with you. If you’re sensible, leave and never come back.” Tao Yu said coldly.
Zhou Ying was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly turning red, and his mouth quivering as if about to cry: “I never thought he would think of me like this. I really misjudged him…”
The conversation continues with escalating tensions, revelations, and emotional confrontations between Zhou Ying, Tao Yu, and the impending arrival of Yue Linze.
Zhou Ying was not so calm, jumping up in anger when he saw him: “Yue Linze, I never thought you would be this kind of person. You’ve truly disappointed me!”
“I’m witty, humorous, and good-looking, naturally more popular with women than me. I was afraid the woman I liked would fall for you, so is it wrong to tell a little lie?” Yue Linze looked at him calmly, saying words even he didn’t believe.
But Zhou Ying believed it. His accusatory gesture remained frozen mid-air, his expression changing dramatically from rage to various complex emotions. After a long pause, he coughed and lowered his hand: “What do you mean by that?”
“What else could it mean? I know you’re a loyal friend, and I’m not worried about you. At the time, Tao Yu hadn’t fallen for me yet, and I was afraid and feeling dark inside. I apologize for that, but you should know that’s not how I truly think,” Yue Linze furrowed his brow, looking as if he was hurt by Zhou Ying’s misunderstanding.
