Chapter 463: Begging

Chi Wenyan's heart was gripped so tightly by this scene that he almost suffocated due to the pain.

He stumbled forward, his knees hitting the cold floor with a dull thud.

"Wanwan..." His voice was hoarse and nasal. He reached out his hand, wanting to touch her trembling shoulder.

"Get out." Ji Wan raised her head abruptly, tears blurring her vision. Her voice was as sharp as an ice-hardened knife, thrusting directly at the bewildered Zhao Xiyue. "Get out too."

Zhao Xiyue was shocked by the madness and despair in her eyes. Her lips trembled as she looked at Chi Wenyan for help.

Chi Wenyan didn't care about anyone else at this moment. All he could see and think about was Ji Wan, who was curled up in a ball.

"Wanwan, it's me, I'm back." He tried to wipe the tears from her face with his hands, his voice full of humble begging.

"Don't touch me." Ji Wan swung his hand away, as if burned by something hot, and screamed, "Dirty, too dirty."

The word "dirty" was like a red-hot iron, burning deeply into Chi Wenyan's heart.

His hand froze in mid-air, and the color drained away from his face in an instant, making him even paler than Ji Wan's.

He knew that when she said "dirty", she was not only referring to him, but also to the unbearable betrayals and the compromises he had to make for Nian Nian.

"Wanwan, it's not what you think. Let me explain..." Chi Wenyan's heart twitched with pain. He tried to grab her arm and pull her up from the cold floor.

"What do you want to explain? Explain how you made love with another woman?" Every word Ji Wan said was like a whip with barbs, lashing him hard and making him bleed.

She cried heartbreakingly, her chest heaving violently, tears pouring out like a dam breaking, "Chi Wenyan, how could you do this to me? How could you?"

Her questions, her tears, and the despair that emanated from every inch of her skin all turned into the sharpest blades, cutting Chi Wenyan's heart into pieces.

"I didn't." He roared, but his voice was distorted by the great pain. "I..."

Ji Wan interrupted him harshly, his eyes hollow and desolate, "So, I deserve to be kept in the dark, to be played around with by you like a fool, right?"

"No, Wanwan, I never thought of playing with you." Chi Wenyan's heart was pierced by her words. He tried to hold her in his arms and give her a little warmth, but Ji Wan was like an enraged trapped beast, struggling desperately.

"Let me go, you make me feel sick." Her body trembled violently with excitement, and every word she said was filled with strong hatred.

"Disgusting." Chi Wenyan's body stiffened suddenly, his arms hanging limply. These two words, more hurtful than any blade, choked all his excuses and anxiety in his throat.

Ji Wan looked at his hurt expression, feeling no joy in her heart, only deeper despair. She curled up tighter, tears streaming silently, soaking the floor beneath her.

"Go away." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was filled with determination that brooked no argument. "I don't want to see you now. Go away."

"I won't leave." Chi Wenyan's eyes were red, and he shook his head stubbornly, "Wanwan, how can I leave with peace of mind when you're like this?"

"You don't leave, do you want to see how I die?" Ji Wan looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with despair. The determination in his eyes shocked Chi Wenyan's heart.

He was scared, really scared.

He was afraid that if he pushed her any further, this woman, who was so proud to the core, would really do something irreparable.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Chi Wenyan's voice was extremely hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his throat. "I'm downstairs, Wanwan, don't do anything stupid, please..."

He looked back every few steps, his eyes filled with endless pain and worry.

Ji Wan didn't look at him again, but buried his face deeply in his arms. Suppressed sobs came intermittently from between his arms, like a small hammer, hitting Chi Wenyan's heart again and again, causing him excruciating pain.

Chi Wenyan stumbled out of the bedroom and gently closed the door. He didn't go downstairs, but like a statue, he leaned against the cold wall, guarding her door. Her heartbreaking cries filled his ears, each one like the cruelest torture to him.

Inside the door, the suppressed sobbing gradually subsided and finally turned into dead silence.

This dead silence made Chi Wenyan outside the door more frightened than any crying.

"Wanwan? Wanwan." He couldn't help but knock on the door, his voice trembling with uncontrollable trembling. "How are you? Open the door, let me see you."

There was no response from inside.

Ji Wan curled up on the floor. His tears seemed to have dried up, his eyes were dry and painful, but his heart was cold and strangely calm.

She slowly raised her head, and the moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a bleak light on her pale face.

dirty……

This word kept lingering in her mind.

Chi Wenyan, Nian Nian, those unbearable transactions.

The thought of this made her stomach churn and she felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit.

She couldn't stay here any longer, not even for a second.

In this villa full of lies and betrayal, every inch of air suffocated her.

She held onto the cold wall, slowly lifting her numb and stiff body. Her legs were sore and weak from being curled up for so long, and every time she moved, her bones groaned under the weight.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table, where her handbag was placed, containing her ID and some other things she had prepared long ago.

She walked barefoot, step by step, silently, like a ghost without a soul.

Walking to the head of the bed, she picked up her handbag and held it tightly in her hand.

She didn't even look at the bedroom door.

She turned and walked towards the French window connecting to the terrace.

The cold moonlight poured down like mercury, covering the entire terrace and stretching her thin figure very long.

She opened the glass door, and the cold night wind blew on her face, making her feel more awake than ever before.

The wall of the villa was not too high, so it was not difficult for her to climb over it.

No looking back, no moment's hesitation.

Ji Wan's figure quickly disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the empty terrace and the glass door that had not been closed tightly, making a slight creaking sound in the night wind.

“Squeak—”

The slight sound was particularly clear in the silent corridor, like a needle, suddenly piercing into Chi Wenyan's chaotic mind.

He sat up suddenly, turned his head stiffly, and looked at the closed bedroom door.

No, the sound didn't come from the door.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition overwhelmed him like a tide.