The Wedding That Wasn't Mine - Chapter 21
Exiting the hospital,
Zhou Boyu, sure enough, haunted my steps again.
His hair was a bit messy, his chin showed a bluish stubble, and he looked somewhat disheveled.
The incident online had more or less affected him.
Our story had spread everywhere recently.
Everyone who had any connection to us discussed it as after-dinner gossip.
A few days ago, a mutual friend mentioned that,
After his advanced studies, coupled with the Zhou family’s connections, he was originally slated for promotion.
Now, however, someone else had snatched his spot.
I walked briskly towards the parking lot, and he quickly followed.
As soon as I opened the car door, he swiftly got into the passenger seat.
I glared at him angrily: “Zhou Boyu, get out of the car.”
He gazed deeply at me:
“Xixi, I know you hate me.”
“But I beg you to listen to me before making a decision.”
“Can you guarantee that your future husband won’t make the same mistake I did?”
“At least we have a deep nine-year relationship, and I will choose you no matter what.”
“Even if she’s carrying my child, I can give it up!”
“Isn’t that enough to show my feelings for you?”
“Can you guarantee that your future husband will be able to do what I do?”
“If you break up with me now and marry someone without an emotional foundation,”
“Will the outcome truly be as you wish?”
“Xixi, men are all the same.”
“At least I truly love you.”
“Xixi, as long as you still want me, I will never marry anyone else in this life.”
I listened to his scumbag rhetoric unmoved.
“Are you finished? If so, get out.”
He stared at me fixedly for two seconds, then chuckled.
His laughter was laced with mockery and harshness.
“Xixi, if it were you, I don’t believe you could remain indifferent.”
I understood what he meant.
He meant that if I encountered someone as crazy, passionate, and undemanding as Ye Shiyuan,
He didn’t believe I could remain indifferent.
I finally lost my temper, picked up my phone, and called the police.
