Zhou Lin positioned Cheng Zhiwei behind himself, and only then did He Ye reluctantly avert his gaze.
Wen Ya pulled Wen Yi over and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?"
Wen Yi shook her head.
He Ye had already said, "I am here today to break off the engagent."
As he spoke, he looked intently towards Cheng Zhiwei, but Zhou Lin was blocking her, so he only saw Zhou Lin’s expressionless face.
But he didn’t care.
Wen Yi turned her face away, struggling to control her emotions.
It had been agreed from the beginning, she was only playing a role with him.
She got too caught up in it.
Wen Yongan had disapproved of He Ye for a long ti, knowing this would be the outco, but Wen Yi refused to let go.
He felt sorry for his daughter but had always endured.
But now, He Ye himself had ntioned breaking off the engagent.
There was no longer a need to endure.
"How is it, now that using my daughter has secured your position as He Rongwei’s successor, are you ready to abandon her?" he coldly sneered in question, "Do you think the Wen Family is easy to bully?"
"Uncle Wen, that’s not what I an. The marriage arrangent was initially my request for Wen Yi to play along, and of course, she has made many sacrifices for , which I am willing to compensate," He Ye explained earnestly.
After all, He knew about Wen Yi’s feelings for him and still had her play along, which was a real harm to her.
"No need, Big Brother He, I volunteered to help you," Wen Yi never thought about compensation.
She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t control her feelings, and hearing him speak of breaking off the engagent hurt her deeply.
Now she had even led her father to misunderstand him.
"Dad, please don’t make it difficult for him," Wen Yi pleaded.
Wen Yongan was extrely frustrated with Wen Yi, "You, what am I to say to you, there are so many better n than him, why do you only focus on him?"
Wen Yi bowed her head and said nothing.
If one could control feelings, there wouldn’t be so much misfortune.
He Ye gratefully said, "Thank you, Wen Yi."
"Since you insist on this, I won’t force you, but He Ye, from now on, visit our house less often, and don’t contact Wen Yi anymore."
Wen Yongan knew He Ye’s intentions, so he sternly warned him, considering Wen Yi’s naivety; should He Ye co to her for anything, she would surely agree.
So things had to be said upfront.
He Ye glanced at Wen Yi and agreed.
He didn’t want to continue hurting Wen Yi.
Wen Yi bit her lip and turned to go upstairs.
She couldn’t stay here and didn’t want them to see her tears.
Wen Yongan dismissively sent people away.
Outside the main entrance, as Cheng Zhiwei was about to get into the car, He Ye called her, "Zhiwei, can we talk alone for a minute?"
He said, glanced at Zhou Lin and added, "Ten minutes."
Cheng Zhiwei nodded, "Alright."
Zhou Lin’s gaze beca grim; he settled the children into their seats and stood aside, lighting a cigarette.
His stare was sharp and fixed in the distance.
Cheng Zhiwei stood under the tree and softly called out, "Senior?"
He Ye raised his hand to touch her hair, gentle as always, but after all the deceit in the business world, the gentleness contained a hint of sharpness.
"Zhiwei, now I have the freedom to control my own life, and no one will stop us from being together anymore."
Cheng Zhiwei suddenly grasped his aning; he’d been eager to break off the engagent as soon as he was secure in the He Family because of her.
She felt a rush of guilt towards Wen Yi.
And a bit of anger.
Wen Yi was such a good girl; how could he bear to hurt her like this.
"Senior, that’s all in the past," Cheng Zhiwei carefully spoke her piece, sugarcoating the rejection, "Wen Yi is quite nice..."
"Zhiwei," He Ye interrupted her more sternly, "Wen Yi and I were just acting, there were no romantic entanglents, you can be assured of that."
Cheng Zhiwei frowned, her smile slowly fading as she softly sighed, "I’m sorry, Senior, perhaps there’s just no fate between us."
He Ye fell silent; this was not the answer he wanted.
At the He Family, during his toughest tis, he had thought of Cheng Zhiwei, hoping to provide her with a stable second half of her life.
But now, she claid there was no fate between them.
"Because of Zhou Lin?" He Ye’s voice went cold, his lips tight.
Cheng Zhiwei shook her head, "It’s not about him, it’s my decision, Senior, you are a good person, but I am not interested in a relationship now."
She genuinely hoped He Ye would forget the past and find a better wife.
She was never worthy.
He Ye did not press her as her refusal did not sway his emotions much.
His deanor beca even gentler.
"Zhiwei, I know you want to focus on your career for now, that’s fine, I can wait for you," He Ye still offered her a smile, his deanor still genteel.
He couldn’t just wait for her; he could also support her and help her achieve her dreams. "Would you be willing to co and be the head of my studio?" He Ye sincerely invited her.
He thought Cheng Zhiwei would agree.
It was her dream.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Zhiwei refused, apologizing, "I’ve already joined Wen’s, I plan to develop there in the future."
"You can leave there."
"But I don’t want to leave."
Cheng Zhiwei had thought it through; she couldn’t be like before, thinking any man could make do.
Currently entangled with Zhou Lin, she truly wasn’t justified in delaying He Ye.
Thus, she would accept nothing from He Ye.
He Ye looked down at her calm deanor, aware of her refusal but unwilling to give up.
"But..." Cheng Zhiwei still wanted to clarify things.
He Ye didn’t want to hear it, cutting her off, "Go back. I will handle so things there and then co to see you."
Cheng Zhiwei wanted to speak, but He Ye had already turned and gotten into his car.
He disliked her refusal, so he simply left.
Cheng Zhiwei stood there a long ti until Zhou Lin ca over.
Zhou Lin sneered sarcastically, "Can’t bear to let go?"
Cheng Zhiwei snapped back to reality and shot him a look, "Let’s go."
Zhou Lin grabbed her wrist, his grip tightening bit by bit, "What did he say to you?"
Cheng Zhiwei felt there was no need to ntion the conversation with He Ye.
"Nothing important."
But how could Zhou Lin not guess what He Ye might have said.
He looked upset, his tone growing harsh, "Let guess, did he say he wants to get back together with you, wants to marry you?"
His voice grew louder, his temper flaring.
Cheng Zhiwei felt these words were unnecessary, breaking free from his grip and frowning at him, "Zhou Lin, what’s gotten into you?"
She was angry.
Zhou Lin inhaled sharply, feeling greatly blocked inside, "Did you agree to him?"
Cheng Zhiwei laughed out of exasperation, "If I had agreed, would I still be standing here?"
Her aning was that she had refused.
But Zhou Lin was furious, misunderstanding her words.
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