boom--!

Jingmin felt something being torn apart from the inside.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes reddening, and his voice was low and forced out from his throat, his tone chilling.

Say it again!

Chu Wuyang, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, fearlessly opened her microphone.

"Is it wrong for me to dump a psychologically twisted freak like you?"

"If I had to spend my life with scum like you, I'd feel like I was living a life worse than death, even if I didn't go insane."

Jing Min stared at her silently for a few seconds, his expression tense, a turbulent undercurrent hidden in his dark eyes. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice icy cold.

What time is the press conference?

Li Yan was so terrified by what had happened in the back of the car that he was almost scared out of his wits.

I don't know if it's because I've been living too comfortably with Mr. Jing for the past two years, but I've forgotten that there are still people who dare to speak to Mr. Jing like that.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon,"

Li Yan answered truthfully.

"What does that mean? What does it mean exactly?"

Chu Wuyang's voice carried obvious unease, having shifted from anger to alertness.

She opened her eyes wide and stared intently at the man sitting there.

Jing Min leaned back in his chair with a straight back, his expression indifferent, giving her only a cold profile.

"I'm asking you! What exactly do you mean?!"

She growled, her voice betraying her panic.

Jing Min finally spoke, his voice as cold as frost.

"As you wish."

"I'll just hold a press conference and personally announce my great affair."

"Of course, it wouldn't be possible without you, the leading lady, present."

Chu Wuyang was incredulous.

But he was definitely not joking.

She wanted him to be humiliated in public, to be unable to hold his head high for the rest of his life. How could she possibly let him have his way?!

"parking!"

She suddenly called out to the person in the front seat,

"I don't want to go to the press conference, do you hear me?"

"I don't want to go!"

Jing Min kept his eyes straight ahead, his face tense and silent.

Li Yan glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with a hint of pity, but he quickly looked away.

The steering wheel remained perfectly straight, and the car maintained a steady speed.

Chu Wuyang's back was pressed against the car window, her fingers trembling as she touched the door handle, pulling it by instinct.

Then,

The doorknob clicked.

The moment Chu Wuyang turned the knob, the air inside the car seemed to burst like a punctured balloon.

It exploded instantly.

Jingmin's nerves suddenly tensed up.

Almost instinctively, he grabbed her arm, his voice a low growl, filled with an uncontrollable urgency.

"parking!"

Li Yan slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched as they scraped against the ground, and the inertia propelled the three of them forward together.

The sudden stop at the last second caused the car to lurch violently.

Jing Min gripped Chu Wuyang's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white, and even his fingertips trembling slightly.

Although the car was not moving fast,

But in that instant, his heart pounded as if it were stuck in his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

If she jumped out...

Even if it's just a scrape, he...

"Are you crazy?"

He growled in a low, suppressed voice, his eyes bloodshot.

You dare to jump out of a moving vehicle?

But before he could finish speaking,

Chu Wuyang reacted extremely quickly, raising her hand and shoving him back.

Taking advantage of the moment he stumbled and fell backward onto the back seat,

He deftly and skillfully opened the car door.

The cold wind blew in, feeling like it was cutting with a knife.

She leaped out, her steps swift and rapid.

It was like fleeing for one's life.

It was like escaping from an abyss.

"First Dance of the Sun!"

Jingmin suddenly sat up straight and shouted her name at the top of his lungs.

But that familiar figure had already dashed past the car.

Until that figure safely crossed the traffic,

Jingmin finally let go of the doorknob.

His palms were cold and clammy, his heartbeat was erratic, and his chest heaved violently.

It felt like I had been pulled back from the brink of death, with a lump in my throat that I couldn't exhale or swallow.

He closed his eyes briefly, his brow furrowing.

Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked the back of the driver's seat hard.

"Why are you driving with the doors unlocked?!"

His voice was low and deep, tinged with lingering anger and shock.

Li Yan shuddered, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his lips turned white, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly, not daring to utter a sound.