Ye Linlang felt a lump in her throat when she thought of the contract she had signed.
Rather than letting Jiang Qiran have any attachment to her.
It would be better to completely cut off Jiang Qiran's thoughts about me starting from today.
She knew that if she missed Jiang Qiran, there would never be someone who would treat her so well in her life.
However, there is no other way.
…
Jiang Qiran's pupils shrank in pain, and his handsome face was now shrouded in gloom.
"Ye Linlang, if you say it again, I will believe it."
Why do I have to say it again
Those words, like needles, pierced Ye Linlang's heart densely.
Ye Linlang forced herself not to choke up. Her eyes turned red and her heart ached. She could only speak with pretended disdain.
"Master Jiang, how many times do I have to tell you before you are satisfied?"
"Please don't be so sentimental, okay?"
"Since you just had that bone-setting surgery, you probably shouldn't be using something like a massage chair. If you think that thing is an eyesore, you can just throw it away!"
"Also, international long-distance calls are very expensive. I really don't want to waste my phone bills chatting with you any longer. By the way, I will change my card. Please don't bother me again in the future."
Before Jiang Qiran could speak, Ye Linlang reached out her hand tremblingly and hung up the phone.
…
It's all her fault.
A weak person like her really couldn't listen to what Jiang Qiran had to say.
She obviously wanted to play the role of a vicious ex-girlfriend and make Jiang Qiran give up on her.
If you know there is no hope, don't give hope to yourself or others, so as to avoid becoming more desperate in the future.
Ye Linlang understood all these principles.
But why, when I really say it out loud, my heart hurts so much
…
Ye Linlang fell to the ground slowly.
Tears fell like a flood, continuously.
Outside the window, a dim crescent moon hung in the sky. It was also summer in Dongchen Kingdom, but because Dongchen Kingdom's capital was by the sea, the air was a little more humid.
Ye Linlang recalled what had happened over the past few days and felt that it was all a dream or an absurd play.
How I wish this was just a dream, a play.
It’s okay when the dream is over, it’s okay when the play is over, nothing has changed in reality.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
…
Ye Linlang hugged the quilt, and her tears soaked the pillowcase.
That night, the weather was a little hot, but when the night wind blew, Ye Linlang's heart was cold.
She hugged the thin air-conditioning quilt tightly, looking desolate.
—Qiran, forget me.
—I hope you can meet someone more suitable.
Ye Linlang's eyes were filled with tears. She lowered her head and gently stroked the diamond necklace under her pajamas.
The little swan's wings are exquisitely shaped, emitting a charming glow even in the dim night.
This is probably the final consolation.
Goodbye, Qiran.
…
At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, in Kyushu, City A.
The afternoon sun is blazing.
Jiang Qiran held the cell phone which was now muted, his pair of pure black eyes emitting a violent light.
Ye Linlang... hung up the phone.
Sure enough, I was overthinking it.
Is he just being too sentimental
How hard must a person's heart be to say something like that
Jiang Qiran's expression was as gloomy as the sky that was about to rain, filled with gray haze.
The phone automatically entered the screen saver, which showed a smiling face of a young girl. Although her facial features were not very outstanding, her smile was exceptionally sweet.
It’s Ye Linlang.
When he saw that face, Jiang Qiran threw his phone to the ground instantly!
…
With a few loud bangs, the phone fell out of the case.
The phone screen was cracked.
Jiang Qiran laughed in anger, with a sarcastic smile on his thin lips.
…
He raised his foot, walked towards the place where the phone was broken, and stepped hard on the screen.
Is he just being too sentimental
Yeah
The person who confessed to him first, in the end, used this method to tell him what cruelty is!
Since Ye Linlang doesn't need him.
Then, from now on, he will no longer need Ye Linlang!
…
Jiang Qiran glanced around and saw several exercise books on the tea table in the living room.
All of them were bought to help Ye Linlang with her homework.
Jiang Qiran reached out his hand without thinking and tore the book "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" into pieces!
That handsome and perfect face was now filled with a gloomy and sinister look, as if it was the devil coming out of hell to claim his life. It was extremely terrifying!
As Jiang Qiran moved, paper scraps flew everywhere in the originally spotless space.
The living room that Aunt Chen had worked so hard to tidy up was now in a mess.
…
However, all this did not satisfy Jiang Qiran.
There was a coldness in his handsome brows, but the veins in his hands were bulging.
Looking up, I saw the massage chair that took up a lot of space in the corner of the living room.
Not knowing where he got the strength from, Jiang Qiran lifted up the massage chair and threw it towards the wall next to him!
After the crackling sound, the legs of the pure black massage chair were smashed.
…
Half an hour later.
Jiang Qiran's apartment was already in ruins.
All kinds of confetti were flying.
Smashed and broken things were scattered all over the ground.
…
Jiang Miaomiao, who had just crawled out of bed and finished breakfast and lunch, still felt something was wrong when she thought of Jiang Qiran's previous phone call.
So she called Jiang Qiran.
However, the strange thing is that it directly prompts that there is no signal.
Could something have happened
Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened and she immediately rushed to Jiang Qiran's apartment in a panic.
She has a spare key to Jiang Qiran's house.
After knocking on Jiang Qiran's door for two minutes with no response, Jiang Miaomiao felt that the matter was getting more serious.
Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened. She gritted her teeth, took out her spare key tremblingly, and opened the door directly.
Who would have thought that Jiang Miaomiao would be so frightened as soon as she entered the door!
…
Oh my god!
Is this the home of Jiang Qiran, the neat-freak who loves cleanliness and perfectionism?!
Jiang Miaomiao opened her mouth in disbelief.
She looked at the various broken things in the living room, the torn papers, and the chairs with broken legs, and couldn't help swallowing nervously.
Oh my god.
Was this house robbed
Jiang Miaomiao closed the door tremblingly and called out tentatively.
"Qiran, are you there?"
At this moment, Jiang Miaomiao turned her head and saw a lonely figure sitting on the ground in the corner of a pile of flying papers.
Jiang Qiran, who has no image like this...
Looking at that figure, Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened.
She walked over step by step, only to find that Jiang Qiran had messy bangs and was staring at a cell phone with a broken screen, his eyes full of anxiety.
“Why won’t my phone start?”
"Why?!!"
(End of this chapter)