"A Cheng! Don’t leave."
Zii chased after him and grabbed his arm.
Ye Cheng looked into her bewitching eyes, which were filled with anxiety and worry. His heart was overwheld with irritation. He suddenly clamped her arms and pushed her back forcefully.
Zii’s back slamd heavily against the tree trunk, the pain causing her to furrow her brows. Her charming eyes stared at the man’s cold face in confusion: "A Cheng..."
"Does Boss Zi enjoy clinging to people this much? I already told you, don’t call A Cheng anymore, and stop pestering ! Have you completely ignored what I said? Do you think that by saving repeatedly and getting injured for , I’d feel grateful and erase all our past grievances? Dream on! There’s nothing between us, give it up already!"
Ye Cheng had never shouted at anyone with such a surge of emotion before.
Back at Xingyao Entertainnt, even when his artists stirred up scandals left and right, he had never been this furious. He always managed everything calmly, turning crises into opportunities.
But every ti he faced Zii, he couldn’t control his irritation.
He was fed up with seeing her. Truly fed up!
Back then, it was she who abandoned him. Now, she shalessly appeared before him ti and ti again. Did she think of him as a plaything? Summoned at will, then discarded just as easily!
What annoyed him even more was his own heart, which seed to be showing signs of cracking under the constant nagging from this woman.
After roaring, the man suddenly loosened his grip.
The intensity of the emotions left his chest heaving uncontrollably.
Zii stared blankly at his furious, handso face. Only after a while did she find her voice again: "I won’t give up."
She said, she wouldn’t give up.
Facing his angry reprimands and shouting, her only reply was a few curt words.
Ye Cheng suddenly didn’t know what to do with this woman.
She was his nesis, and an unrelenting one at that.
Ye Cheng suddenly laughed, a faintly cold curve forming on his lips: "Suit yourself."
He turned away, stepping over the autumn leaves scattered across the ground.
Zii watched his tall and unyielding figure, battered yet still upright, as a single tear fell from her eye.
...
anwhile, in Yamamoto Yu’s villa, the servants were busy tidying up the chaos scattered on the floor.
Yamamoto Yu sat on a pearwood chair, his hands resting on his walking stick, a gloomy expression on his face.
Just then, Beichuan hurriedly approached and leaned down to whisper a report in his ear: "Mr. Yamamoto, the Chief has arrived."
Yamamoto Yu’s expression changed abruptly, "Why has such an important figure been alard?"
"It’s likely because the car explosion at the gate caught their attention. They suspect it might be a terrorist attack and have co to investigate," Beichuan responded.
Yamamoto Yu’s face darkened further as he muttered to himself, "No one has been caught yet?"
"It might take so more ti. They were in two cars," Beichuan hesitated before adding, "So citizens saw our n shooting on the street and reported it to the police."
Yamamoto Yu’s lips trembled with rage. He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing his emotions before replying in a calr tone, "Order our n to retreat for now. Handling the Chief is the priority."
Since this matter had drawn attention from higher authorities, it wouldn’t be wise to go after people so brazenly.
Yamamoto Yu clenched his fist. Those people were lucky this ti! But this matter would not be settled so easily.
Mr. Gu, our paths will cross again in the future!
"Understood!" Beichuan imdiately responded and pulled out his phone to make a call.
After seeing Beichuan finish the call, Yamamoto Yu stood up slowly, "Let’s go. Accompany to et the Chief. Since they suspect it’s a terrorist incident, cooperating with the police investigation is just a civic duty for us ordinary citizens."
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