Fiancé, husband.
Each word was more grating than the last, so grating that the smile on Gu Ningyi’s lips gradually vanished, his eyes turning dark, his entire body emanating a nacing aura.
Once, he thought he was the latecor in their relationship, that he had arrived too late, and thus couldn’t make Dong Xin Yan love him. But now, Cheng Ziyang was the latecor between him and Dong Xin Yan. Although he was the one who ca later, he had gained Dong Xin Yan’s love and reliance.
The sa fate, yet different endings.
Just now, in that instant, he felt disheartened, his heart sinking deep into an abyss, a dark veil draping over his eyes.
His eyes were perfectly fine, but his heart saw nothing.
He thought, let it be, just like this. Because of love, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her again, he couldn’t threaten her recklessly like before, force her to stay by his side. So... no matter how difficult, how painful, he should let her go.
Yet, Cheng Ziyang insisted on stabbing at his heart.
He had learned for a long ti how to be forbearing, but this forbearance was only reserved for Dong Xin Yan; if others were to stab at his heart, he would, without hesitation, tear their hearts apart.
"Fiancé? Husband?" Gu Ningyi’s eyebrows arched slightly, a mocking smile on his lips, his voice low, tainted with thick disdain, "Are you sure?"
Cheng Ziyang’s face darkened further, "Of course I’m sure. Xinxin and I have been together for so many years; nothing could separate us. You’ve been entangled in this for so many years—you should know that best."
Every word pierced deep into the heart.
And it effectively awakened the devil within Gu Ningyi.
He truly... truly planned to let go, truly intended to fulfill them.
Unfortunately, the path to heaven is wide, yet he chooses not to tread it; the gate to hell is closed, yet he forces his way in.
Gu Ningyi looked coldly at Cheng Ziyang, a trace of sinister intent flickering in his eyes, his thin lips parted, and his voice was lazy, yet laden with thick killing intent, "You say that, and it really gives the idea of competing."
Cheng Ziyang’s eyes sharpened, his lips pressed tightly into a hard line, a shred of panic crept into his heart, but more so anger. He spoke coldly, "Gu Ningyi, such words—aren’t you afraid of hurting Miss Zhou’s feelings? You should spend more ti caring about your own fiancée."
Truly, each word was unpleasant to the ear, each word seed to throw heaps of dry wood onto the raging fire burning within his heart.
Gu Ningyi acted as if he hadn’t heard Cheng Ziyang’s words, his voice growing lazier, "Cheng Ziyang, last ti you provoked , you lost an entire company to . This ti, Dong Xin Yan—I want her."
Cheng Ziyang laughed in rage, all his warmth and composure vanishing, "You can take my company, even everything I have, but Xinxin, you cannot take!"
"Is that so?" Gu Ningyi laughed, "Then let’s see if I can take Dong Xin Yan!"
His voice was light and frivolous like a joke, yet Cheng Ziyang could discern the seriousness in his tone; his face turned slightly pale, and his hands clenched tightly.
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After Gu Ningyi left, Dong Xin Yan stood there dazed, her heart pounding wildly, seemingly startled by Gu Ningyi’s deanor earlier, unable to calm down for a long ti.
Who knows how much ti had passed when suddenly the doorbell rang.
Dong Xin Yan’s body shuddered again—could it be Gu Ningyi had returned?
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