The man stepped forward and blocked her path, the intense oppression making Mu Yiliang halt her steps.
"Ye Moran, what exactly are you trying to do?" Mu Yiliang squeezed the words out from between her teeth, her body trembling slightly.
"Yiliang, do you think marrying soone else will deceive yourself?" Ye Moran let out a low laugh, his slender hand cupped her chin, the slightly calloused pad of his finger brushing her, causing a slight pain.
"I know exactly what I’m doing, Mr. Ye." Anger burst in Mu Yiliang’s eyes, "Please let go."
"You’re still in love with , aren’t you?" He smiled confidently, "You can fool others, but you can’t fool yourself, and you can’t fool ."
Mu Yiliang bit her lip hard, stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "So what?"
"Tsk... I know who you married. The Yan Family may be powerful, but your husband doesn’t seem to be very valued, weak and incompetent. Yiliang, even if you can’t have , you shouldn’t be so self-destructive." His smile was utterly malicious.
"Mr. Ye, you are really confident." Mu Yiliang sneered. Although the man in front of her was a financial genius, the brightest star on Wall Street in recent years, in terms of personal charm alone, Mu Yiliang thought Yan Sijue was more than capable of surpassing him.
Besides, Yan Sijue was never one to be underestimated. She didn’t know why but felt confident in this man.
"It’s expected." He smiled slightly, "You’re the most talented hacker in the IT industry. If I weren’t excellent enough, how could I have kept your love for so many years?"
Mu Yiliang took a deep breath; she was really afraid that she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself from giving this man a hard slap!
It’s always like this. This man clearly knew her feelings for him, but he still repeatedly said things to hurt her, not even bothering to hide his flirting with various won in front of her. The most infuriating thing was that she, like a fool, had endured his hurt for so many years.
When she finally decided to let go completely, this man started entangling again.
"Why are you here looking for ?" Mu Yiliang asked expressionlessly.
"I told you, I want to give you a wedding gift." Ye Moran chuckled softly and suddenly wrapped her slender waist tightly.
Caught off guard, Mu Yiliang was pulled into his embrace, surrounded by the domineering breath of this man.
"Let go of !" She began to struggle.
Ye Moran easily restrained her, threw her into the car, then leaned over and pinned her firmly onto the back seat.
"A gift you’ve thought about for a long ti." He laughed lowly, his burning kiss landed on her cheek, full of ambiguity, his heated hand slid under her clothes.
Mu Yiliang suddenly realized what he intended to do, and a wave of humiliation surged in her heart.
She could have had a relationship with Yan Sijue the first ti they t, but she couldn’t stand to receive charity from the man she had loved for several years.
"Let go of ." She didn’t waste energy struggling, only her voice was exceptionally cold.
Ye Moran paused, released her, and with amber eyes fixed on hers, said, "Yiliang, you’ve changed."
"I changed a long ti ago." She coldly smiled, "Let go of , Ye Moran, don’t make hate you."
His pupils contracted slightly, and then he showed that sa careless smile again: "Do you think I care?"
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