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Ye Wenyu pretended not to hear or see anything, and kept her head down reading, hoping that he would be sensible and leave quickly.

After that, Jiang Zhiming stopped talking and sat silently opposite her. The library was a public place, and she couldn't ask him to leave. Faced with his inexplicable gaze, she originally planned to leave immediately and find another place to study. But just as she was about to leave, Lin Tingyue appeared.

At this moment, she was incredibly grateful that she had made a wise choice to be with Cai Wenchuan. Otherwise, after dealing with Lin Tingfeng, there would be another Jiang Zhiming, and her life would have been incredibly chaotic.

Lin Tingyue ran out of the library, but Jiang Zhiming had already driven away. Her heart began to feel empty, like a dried-up seashell on the beach, making a mournful sound.

Left with no other choice and filled with immense fear, she had no choice but to drive away as well. She was worried that everything was as Jiang Zhiming had said, so she sped back to their shared home.

With trembling hands, I opened the door and, sure enough, I saw Jiang Zhiming packing his luggage. He took out a few pieces of clothing from the dressing room and stuffed them haphazardly into a suitcase. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his lips were tightly pursed.

That suitcase was the one he took from his dorm room when they were living together. It was a cheap, no-name brand suitcase he bought in college. She had bought him the most expensive suitcase in the world, worth over ten thousand yuan, but he had no intention of taking it with him. It seemed he was truly heartbroken and determined to leave.

Seeing this, Lin Tingyue's face turned deathly pale; she was terrified. Her hands, hanging limply at her sides, trembled uncontrollably.

The room was as silent as a tomb, the tomb of their love.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiming had already packed his luggage. He stood up, picked up his suitcase, and was about to walk towards the door.

He decided to end everything from the past.

The room was as messy as a garbage dump. Lin Tingyue didn't know how to tidy up, and the cleaning lady hadn't arrived yet. Jiang Zhiming had just been packing his luggage haphazardly again.

Lin Tingyue stood like a wall, blocking the doorway, her lips trembling as if they held scalding hot oil. No matter what, she couldn't let him go; no one knew how much she loved him! She had never loved a man as much as she loved Jiang Zhiming!

Jiang Zhiming walked up to Lin Tingyue. He moved to the left, and Lin Tingyue moved to the left; he moved to the right, and Lin Tingyue moved to the right. In short, she blocked his way.

Jiang Zhiming could only say coldly, "I have said everything I need to say. Please step aside."

Lin Tingyue froze, feeling as if her heart had exploded in an instant. Her eyes reddened, and she said sadly to Jiang Zhiming, "Zhiming, even if I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's wrong of you to meet Ye Wenyu behind my back. You're my fiancé!"

Everyone knew they were getting married soon.

Her heart still ached as if pierced by needles. The scenes she witnessed in the library burned into her heart like a branding iron.

Jiang Zhiming looked at her coldly, his eyes like ice. There was no more entanglement or pain. His face showed a sense of freedom, as if he had finally been released after years of imprisonment. He even radiated an unusual glow because of his happiness. He calmly said to Lin Tingyue, "I have transferred all the money you paid for my mother's surgery to your Alipay account."

Lin Tingfeng froze, her hands trembling as she took out her phone and opened Alipay. Sure enough, she had just received a huge transfer. Alipay transfers cannot be returned; they can only be received passively. The only solution was for her to return the money in full.

So, with trembling hands, she operated the Alipay transfer while shaking her head at Jiang Zhiming and saying, "No, I won't accept it. We're fine, we won't break up, we're getting engaged soon." Tears welled up in her eyes, making her look extremely pitiful.

Jiang Zhiming's eyes remained as cold as ice. He sighed and decided to tell Lin Tingyue the truth: "Tingyue, I'm sorry, I don't love you."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Lin Tingyue froze, her hand that was transferring money stopped, and she slowly raised her head like a puppet, looking at Jiang Zhiming with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Jiang Zhiming felt that this was a bit cold-blooded, so he looked away from Lin Tingyue's face, turned his body slightly, and slowly said to her, "From the first day we were together, I was thinking about breaking up. I also tried to fall in love with you, but I failed. I'm sorry. Now, I've finally said it. I'm relieved." At the end, a smile even appeared on his face.

Lin Tingyue remained as still as a stone, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Zhiming felt somewhat guilty and said to Lin Tingyue, "Tingyue, you are very good. You are beautiful, young, rich, smart, lively, enthusiastic, and easily satisfied." These words, in other words, mean "superficial, extremely materialistic, with extremely strong material desires, scheming, vicious, and so on."

Lin Tingyue continued to cry and shake her head, her heart filled with immense fear. She knew everything Jiang Zhiming said was true; she had had a bad feeling about it for a very long time. She tried to salvage the situation: "Zhiming, you're right. I'm rich. If you're with me, you won't have to suffer. You can work for the Lin Group after graduation—"

Jiang Zhiming's eyes were indifferent as he said softly, "I finally understand now that the most fulfilling life is one where I strive."

Tears streamed down Lin Tingyue's face. She placed her hands on her chest and pleaded softly, "Zhiming, I love you. Even if I'm mean to others, I've always been incredibly good to you. You should have understood that over the past two years—"

Because of him, she, as proud as a princess, almost knelt down, humbled to the dust.

Jiang Zhiming remained cold and unmoved, continuing wearily, "I used to think that two people would develop love after being together for a long time. After all, you are so beautiful, it would be easy for a man to fall in love with you. But as time went on, I realized that gratitude can never replace feelings, and gratitude can never turn into love. So, I think it's better for both of us to break up. If I didn't love you and still married you, I think it would be a greater harm to you. So, let's break up."

Hearing this, Lin Tingyue's tears flowed even more. She gritted her teeth, shook her head, and wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face. She said to Jiang Zhiming, "Zhiming, no, we won't break up. I apologize to you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that in the library. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have followed you. I'm sorry. I promise you, I will trust you completely from now on. Please, don't break up, don't break up, I can't take it—" She reached out her trembling hand, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and slowly squatted down like a child.