Against the light, Mu Yiliang couldn’t even see his eyebrows and eyes clearly. The distinct contours of his face were half obscured, but his gaze was almost tangible, burning with intensity that made one’s heart panic.
Mu Yiliang’s heart suddenly felt a pang of bitterness.
"Mommy, stay and have dinner!" Xiaoze pleaded pitifully, "Stay with a bit longer."
Mu Yiliang hesitated, instinctively glancing at Yan Sijue.
Yan Sijue, having co over by now, noticed her gaze and smirked self-mockingly: "I’m leaving soon."
"...Wait a minute." She couldn’t help but speak, standing up to look at him, "I have sothing to talk to you about."
Yan Sijue clenched his fists, his voice turning hoarse: "Then co with ."
Mu Yiliang was taken aback for a mont, telling Xiaoze, "Mommy will be right back," before following Yan Sijue’s footsteps.
However, to her surprise, Yan Sijue headed straight to the garage.
She thought he only wanted to avoid Xiaoze...
"...Where are we going?" she couldn’t help but ask.
He glanced at her lightly, a sarcastic curve appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Scared?"
"I just want to say a few things, here is fine, no need to..."
But Yan Sijue impatiently interrupted her: "Either get in the car with or don’t say anything!"
She was startled, looking at his tense, pale face, unable to utter a word of refusal.
Obviously, the last incident had deeply hurt him.
A pang hit her heart, and she finally compliantly got into his car.
Yan Sijue drove very fast.
It seed like he was venting sothing, never once looking at her from beginning to end, his eyes fixed straight ahead, with lips pressed tightly together.
After a long ti, the car finally stopped, and Mu Yiliang was instantly stunned when she looked out!
Yan Sijue got out of the car, ca to her side, opened the car door, and silently extended his hand towards her.
But she hesitated.
"Seems you rember this place too." He smiled faintly, "What? Afraid I’ll do sothing to you?"
She didn’t take his hand, getting out of the car by herself, taking a deep breath: "Why did you bring here?"
He just smiled without answering, grabbing her hand tightly and pulling her forward!
Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but frown—damn, he grabbed her left hand.
As the elevator ascended, Mu Yiliang’s heart grew increasingly uneasy.
Yan Sijue brought her to a hotel.
This presidential suite had been rented by him for a long ti as... their eting place.
Or rather, their place for secret trysts.
The man skillfully swiped open the door, leading her inside with large strides, then slamd the door shut!
Mu Yiliang’s heart sank!
The suite seed unchanged from how she rembered it, the carpet’s pattern and color had not changed, and the champagne on the coffee table was the brand she liked.
It was as if the past six years had never even existed. Her eyes burned, and she bit down hard on her lips to hold back her tears.
"What did you want to tell ?" Yan Sijue seed unaffected, calmly walking over, pouring himself a drink, and slowly swirling the liquid in the glass.
Mu Yiliang took a deep breath and calmly spoke: "I heard... you’re getting engaged."
He froze, then let out a low laugh.
So, this was what she ca to tell him?
"...So what?" Yan Sijue coldly curled his lips, "Are you here to congratulate ?"
"No." Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but clench her fists, "I’m here to oppose it."
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