Return the gifts he once gave her?
No, that couldn’t be... If it were so, she could have given them back in person...
Then, what was her purpose in doing this?
"You promised sothing, did you deliver? Lu Niange, I am your wife, a wife married to you in broad daylight!"
Hearing Jian Chenxi speak in such a manner, Lu Niange suddenly understood why Ling Momo had done that.
That girl was using him to get at Jian Chenxi!
No wonder Ling Momo, who had always been so distant and cold, had actually gotten into his car.
Lu Niange stared into Jian Chenxi’s eyes. He looked at this haughty woman and thought about his presently suppressed and chaotic life—all of which was thanks to her. He thought, surely there were no days more frustrating than these, right?
Might as well just give up and let everything crash, she made him miserable, so why should he make her feel any better?
So, Lu Niange sneered and spoke, "Yes, I did sothing with Ling Momo, what can you do about it?"
Those words struck Jian Chenxi like a thunderbolt.
Without thinking, Jian Chenxi lifted her hand and fiercely slapped Lu Niange across the face, "Lu Niange, you shaless!"
The slap ca without warning, and Lu Niange had no chance to dodge, taking the smack squarely on the face. His expression was one of astonishnt, and soon five finger marks erged on his pale cheek.
Jian Chenxi froze instantly; she stared dumbfounded at her own hand. She loved Lu Niange so much. Every ti he upset her, she could never bear to hurt him in the slightest—yet now, she’d hit him!
Then, panic welled up layer by layer in Jian Chenxi’s eyes. Her voice, just like her gaze, utterly panicked, "I didn’t an it! I really didn’t an it..."
Lu Niange raised his hand, gently touched the cheek Jian Chenxi had slapped, then suddenly curved his lips into a smile.
His smile was cold and eerie, leaving Jian Chenxi feeling utterly lost.
Lounging nonchalantly on the sofa, Lu Niange coldly began to speak, his tone light, teeth clenched, words delivered slowly, with a hint of schadenfreude, "What’s the matter? Can’t handle this much? Let tell you, there’s more!"
Lu Niange raised his hand, pointing at his heart, said, "Right here is full of Ling Momo, nothing but Ling Momo. I love her, I love her so very much. I don’t love you, not at all!"
Jian Chenxi felt a darkness looming before her eyes, as every word from Lu Niange stabbed into her heart like sharp swords.
How could he so bluntly tear open her wounds, exposing a heart already riddled with painful, shocking scars!
The indescribable pain and hatred turned Jian Chenxi’s eyes bright red; she lifted her hand, wanting to strike at Lu Niange again.
Lu Niange just watched with utter calm and elegance as her hand was raised high, unmoving, as if the target of her anger wasn’t him, and continued speaking deliberately, "There’s more you don’t know. When I’m with you, I have to imagine you as Ling Momo to even feel anything..."
Jian Chenxi suddenly let out a scream, then turned and furiously threw the items on the coffee table onto the floor.
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