Zhou Ziqiao stood up subconsciously, her hands clutching the snow-white wedding dress tightly. She looked at the man before her incredulously,
"You, how did you co here?"
Mu Shaoze’s lips curved into a straight line as he stepped forward, looming over her with an intense gaze, "You’re planning to marry that Song Nanli?"
Ziqiao suppressed the surprise at the bottom of her heart, lifted her chin confidently, and told him, "Yes, I’m going to marry Nanli!"
"So affectionate, even calling him Nanli?" Mu Shaoze felt a particularly sour taste in his heart, "I checked his background on the plane ride here. Guess what I found? He’s often seen with a blond, blue-eyed man! He’s actually gay! You’re so close, how could you not know? So, are you marrying him just to test ?"
Hearing his sarcastic words, Ziqiao felt deeply insulted, "Stop being so full of yourself! I have no feelings for you anymore! Mr. Mu, if you’re here for the wedding, please proceed to the banquet hall; we won’t miss a pair of chopsticks for you. If you’re not, please turn around and leave, and close the door on your way out."
Mu Shaoze’s heart sank at her cold tone, unaccustod to her assertiveness over the past five years.
He clenched her arm, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out, "He’s gay! He’s not interested in won! You’re just doing this to provoke , aren’t you?"
"Not at all! I wouldn’t joke about my marriage! Whether Nanli is gay or not, I don’t care! He takes good care of , and that’s enough!"
Mu Shaoze’s eyes blazed with rage, "You and I are not even divorced yet. I won’t allow you to marry him."
Ziqiao scoffed, "Mr. Mu, I personally went to the Mu Family and spoke to the elders about the divorce. You were there too, did you forget?"
His na being repeatedly used formally made Mu Shaoze’s anger flare up even more.
"Do you have to speak to in that tone?" He pulled her in, and Ziqiao stumbled into his arms, "You’re not allowed to marry him!"
"Why does what you say go? I’m not your property; you have no right or authority over ! I have nothing to do with you!"
Seeing the stubbornness of the woman, Mu Shaoze’s fury filled his chest, "We have nothing between us? Then to whom did you give your first ti? And what about that night, all those tis? Is sex not a relationship?"
Hearing his taunting tone utter those insulting words, Ziqiao trembled with anger, her lips quivering, and she slapped him hard across the face, "Get out! I don’t want to see you!"
"Why did you suddenly decide to marry him? What happened between you two during this ti? Did you do it? How many tis?"
Ziqiao couldn’t believe he’d stoop so low as to degrade her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she held them back, sneering, "Yes, I’m with him, and that’s why I’m marrying him! We’ve done it, many tis! Are you satisfied now? If so, get out! I don’t want to see you! Don’t co and disturb my life!"
Mu Shaoze’s jealousy erupted; he couldn’t stand the thought of Ziqiao in the arms of another man, to say nothing of her claiming they’d been intimate.
He bit down on her beautiful petal-like lips, kissing her fiercely, nibbling and gnawing.
He admitted to himself that he was insanely jealous. He sucked on her tongue, wanting to consu her entirely.
He left red marks as he nibbled on her neck, collarbone, and snow-white skin, lifting her wedding dress and trailing his hand up her smooth leg.
Ziqiao was terrified, even more so than on that night when he had been rough with her.
Worried for the child, she resisted him, hitting out, "Get off ! Ugh!"
She began to retch, now experiencing morning sickness.
Her resistance and retching only stimulated Mu Shaoze further, "Does it disgust you when I kiss you? Being with a gay man doesn’t disgust you? Fine, let disgust you even more!"
He flipped Ziqiao around, pressing her onto the dressing table.
The bright light made her eyes hurt. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror, sprawled pathetically as the man behind her unbuckled his belt. She began sobbing, "Mu Shaoze, you bastard! I don’t want you! Don’t touch !"
Mu Shaoze’s rationality returned. What was he doing?
He was here to plead with her not to marry, not to force himself on her.
He had ssed everything up.
He straightened his belt frantically, clumsily adjusting her wedding dress.
Ziqiao turned and slapped him again, "Don’t make hate you!"
Mu Shaoze licked the blood that trickled out, "I’m sorry, I didn’t an to say those things. I lost control."
"Is ’sorry’ of any use? You’ve said everything you wanted! I don’t want to see you, get out of here now!"
Mu Shaoze tried to step forward, but Zhou Ziqiao glared at him with red eyes full of resistance and fear.
He stood there, "Ziqiao, I ca here to apologize to you first."
"Is this how you apologize?"
"Listen to first, about the drug incident earlier, I’ve found out the whole story. It was He Xiyue who did it, she stole her ex-husband’s dicine and drugged with it. It’s my fault, I misunderstood you, and I said many hurtful things to you."
"Now you know it wasn’t ? I explained so much at the ti, did you ever believe ? Compared to He Xiyue, your first reaction was to trust her, and now what’s the point of telling all this? I don’t want to hear it, I don’t need your apology." Zhou Ziqiao’s voice trembled as she spoke.
Mu Shaoze looked deeply hurt, "Ziqiao, I’m sorry, I wrongly blad you."
Zhou Ziqiao felt that this truth and this apology ca too late, she no longer needed them.
She turned her face away, "I’ve already received these three words, you can leave now."
Mu Shaoze organized his words, preparing to confess his love.
A knocking sound echoed.
"Qiaoqiao, are you in there? Open the door for Daddy, the ceremony is about to start."
Zhou Ziqiao glanced at him, ready to go open the door.
Mu Shaoze grabbed her arm, pleading, "Don’t go. Ziqiao, I like you, I love you, don’t marry another man!"
Zhou Ziqiao had waited for those words for five years, a whole five years—how many five years does one life have?
Thinking of his distrust, the mockery, and insults, Zhou Ziqiao did not believe that he liked or loved her.
Just like that night in the night market, he kissed her not because of liking but as an insult; he enjoyed seeing her addicted to him.
Just like that night in the villa, he acted intimately with her not because he loved her, but out of a physiological need, as a proof of his prowess, he enjoyed seeing her beg under him.
If one really liked another, how could they bear to hurt, to insult, and to mock?
The only reason he ca such a long way to find her was that the little tail that had always followed him no longer did, and he felt angry and lost—this was the possessiveness of a man.
She shook off the man’s arm, "Mr. Mu, have you ever heard the saying ’a belated affection is worth less than grass’?
Furthermore, what you feel for isn’t love, it’s just a challenged male ego, a stirring possessiveness.
Now playing the part of the affectionate one here is just a form of self-infliction.
Wouldn’t it be better to leave each other with so dignity?"
Mu Shaoze held her tightly, "I can’t stand you being with another man, don’t marry Song Nanli, I’ve truly fallen for you."
Zhou Ziqiao chuckled lightly, "Mr. Mu, are you in love with , or just in ’lust’ with ?"
Mu Shaoze let her go, looking at the sarcastic curve of her lips, "Ziqiao, how can you say such things?"
Zhou Ziqiao looked up at him, "Where did I go wrong in what I said, didn’t you say that I owe you, and I should repay with my body? What, is Mr. Mu a fish? Such a short mory?"
The knocking from outside beca louder.
Father Zhou beca anxious, shouting loudly, "Qiaoqiao, why aren’t you opening the door? Daddy can hear your voice inside. Did sothing happen to you?"
Zhou Ziqiao moved past him, ready to open the door.
Mu Shaoze firmly grasped her arm, "Don’t you dare marry him!"
Zhou Ziqiao glanced sideways at him with a glare, "You don’t have the right, Nanli and I are legally married! What, is Mr. Mu planning to be the other man and destroy soone else’s marriage?"
Just then, with a bang, the door was forced open.
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