Chapter 422: The Pa.s.sion Regained After A Long Time (6)

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Lu Yanchen truly did not wish to take even a single extra look at Yang Sitong.

Yang Sitong did not know that the only thing she would get in return for that wholehearted love was just self-humiliation. She bawled out uncontrollably and sobbed, “LU YANCHEN…!”

Just like that, she ran over. However, she was still holding onto the sharp ornament.

Instinctively, Lu Yanchen thought that she was going to attack s.h.i.+ Guang with that and kicked out at her without hesitating at all.

Totally not expecting that, Yang Sitong did not manage to dodge it and took the entire kick fully, falling to the ground in a thud.

She looked at Lu Yanchen with an expression mixed with astonishment and fury, unable to recover her senses for a long time. She was most probably trying to figure out how Lu Yanchen would actually kick at her.

“If I see you again, I’ll definitely not let you off,” With that said, he brought s.h.i.+ Guang with him and left.

Now that the male lead had left, there was no more show to be watched and the crowd dispersed.

Yang Sitong was completely frenzied by now as she clutched her face with both hands, crying out in pain, “LU YANCHEN! LU YANCHEN! WHY! I WAS CLEARLY THE ONE WHO GOT TO KNOW YOU FIRST, AND THE ONE WHO HAD SAVED YOU! SHE WAS CLEARLY THE ONE WHO HAD DUMPED YOU! BUT WHY DO YOU INSIST ON JUST BEING TOGETHER WITH HER? WHY!”

Her expression turned twisted once more, bringing with it an apocalyptic hatred in it.

If she couldn’t get him… neither would s.h.i.+ Guang!

…

s.h.i.+ Guang looked at the man driving beside her. Even though he looked normal as always, she could sense that he wasn’t really in a good mood.

She did not know what she should say either.

She was truly afraid that her words might cause him to misunderstand that she was merely using him to strike and take revenge at Yang Sitong. Or perhaps, he had already given up to despair and no longer cared about it? But, she cared.

Lu Yanchen WAS indeed feeling rather moody, but it had nothing to do with s.h.i.+ Guang. There was n.o.body in this world who would enjoy someone holding them hostage over a debt of grat.i.tude and doing whatever they wanted.

He could still remember the feeling of despair as he had fallen into the waters, feeling utterly helpless as he was drowning. That day, someone had saved him. It was a girl and she brought with her a sort of energy that was both warm and resilient.

But after he woke up and tried getting along more with Yang Sitong, he felt as though he was been through a nightmare, something that was conjured out of his hallucinations.

Just like that, both of them returned to the apartment in silence. At the lift lobby, s.h.i.+ Guang caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was Huo Zhan.

She was surprised. “Why did you come back again?”

“What do you mean by why? What kind of a tone is that…” Huo Zhan was about to leave and did not chat more with s.h.i.+ Guang, leaving after a few words.

Looking at s.h.i.+ Guang’s gaze trailing after Huo Zhan’s departure, Lu Yanchen’s face darkened as he said in a cold and hard tone, “Can’t bear to? Go after him then.”

s.h.i.+ Guang looked at him with a somewhat gaping expression as she hurriedly followed him into the lift. She stood beside him and asked in a testing manner, “You’re… jealous?”

Jealous? No way!

He was so envious he could bash someone up.

He ignored s.h.i.+ Guang, but she already knew the answer. Unconsciously, she smiled to herself and took a couple of steps toward him, holding his hand.

But, he did not look at her and shrugged her hand away in spite.

s.h.i.+ Guang tried again, hugging his entire arm this time around and leaning in toward him while asking with her eyes widened, “Why are you jealous? Because you like me?”

Lu Yanchen’s eyes widened in disbelief as well as he glared at s.h.i.+ Guang with a death stare. This was the first time that he had found himself completely defeated and feeling uneasy all over such that even his earlobes were blus.h.i.+ng. Yet, he commanded in a cold voice, “Let go!”