"Just go in, why are you asking so many questions?"

Tong Yilin rolled her eyes at her, closed the door, and left.

This guy... Rong Chang had three black lines on her forehead.

She turned and went into the room. A sound came from her right. Rong Shang turned her head in time and the person pushing the wheelchair, who was about to rush up and hit her, stopped.

The warm light in the room fell, and Rong Shang raised her eyebrows as she looked at him. The other person was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were sharp.

"Ye Zhaoxue, you've finally arrived." He said through gritted teeth.

God knows how much he wanted to tear this woman apart.

It's all her fault; she's the one who made him suffer so much.

A murderous gaze fell upon her.

Rong Shang sensed it, but she ignored it, walked past him, and sat down directly on the sofa.

A few seconds later, Cheng Siyang pushed his wheelchair to the opposite side of her.

Would you like something to drink?

With a gloomy gaze falling on the red wine and juice on the table, Cheng Siyang took it upon himself to pick up the glass and pour her a drink.

Rong Shang coldly refused, "No need."

Aren't you afraid of being poisoned if you eat his food?

Cheng Siyang paused as he picked up the cup, his gaze faltering, and he raised the corners of his lips in a forced smile.

He put it down, then looked up. "You're with Nan Qiyu?"

"It's none of your business."

"Unrelated?" Cheng Siyang laughed angrily, his hand, which was casually resting on the side of his wheelchair, clenched tightly. "Ye Zhaoxue, when did you become so shameless?"

“Yes, I betrayed you.” He nodded, his sharp gaze suddenly turning angry. “And what about you? You got together with Nan Qiyu while we were still together.”

"We're just getting what we need."

But in the end, all the blame was placed on him alone.

He bore all the misfortunes alone.

Looking down, Cheng Siyang stared at the leg with the prosthetic limb in the middle, his eyes narrowed, his pupils already bloodshot.

"Cheng Siyang, let's get straight to the point."

Stop with all this nonsense.

She didn't have the time to waste with him.

Her impatient tone rang out, and Cheng Siyang's eyes flashed, his expression turning gloomy.

He slowly raised his head and looked at her. "Ye Zhaoxue, sleep with me for one night, and I can pretend nothing happened."

They've been dating for so many years, and apart from holding hands, hugging, and kissing foreheads, he's never touched her at all.

Now that they've broken up, she's gotten together with Nan Qiyu behind his back.

Cheng Siyang became angrier the more he thought about it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Nan Qiyu had gotten a great deal.

But at this moment, he had only just finished speaking.

With a "smack," an unidentified object flew towards him and hit him directly in the face.

It felt soft; Cheng Siyang looked and saw it was a tissue on the table.

Faced with the woman's increasingly arrogant attitude, he suppressed his anger. "You won't agree?"

He sneered, "Fine, then I'll hand over all the videos from that night to the police."

Ah, perhaps God took pity on him; no one expected that there would be a perfectly intact surveillance camera near the Ye family's residence.

That's strange, isn't it?

No, because the security camera at the elderly couple's house diagonally opposite Ye's was only installed that evening.

The person who did this bad thing probably didn't know and didn't destroy it in time.

Now, Cheng Siyang has that video, and he knows that Ye Zhaoxue was present that night.

"So what if I was there?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her eyes smiling. "Did you see me hit you with my car?"

No, he experienced it firsthand.

He knew all too well what had happened that night.