Chapter 33 Inevitable Broken Promise

Gu Zhi followed Ruan Yi back to the living room.

Those eyes, which had previously been filled with coldness and ferocity, seemed to be veiled with a touch of allure, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved.

Ruan Yi glanced around the living room; Fu Jingchen had already left sometime earlier.

Ruan Ying explained to the two of them, "I had some company matters to attend to, so I went to take care of them first."

What excuse could she possibly make? She must have been driven away by Fu Wang.

Ruan Yi almost laughed; Fu Jingchen, who was usually so calm and collected, actually had a moment like this.

It was getting late, and Ruan Yi looked at Fu Wang, who was sitting on the sofa, frowning and staring at her.

"Fu Wang, you should go back first. We'll proceed as planned tomorrow!" Ruan Yi blinked her big eyes at Fu Wang a few times.

Ruan Ying felt somewhat helpless, but since her daughter had already spoken, she got up to see the guests off.

Xiao Yi is always so impulsive. She's already tidied up the empty room next to Ruan Yi's house. She originally said she was going to the Shen family to break off the engagement first thing tomorrow morning, but now she wants Ruan Yi to go back first.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you. Be careful on your way back, Xiao Wang."

“Okay, Auntie,” Fu Wang replied politely to Ruan Ying.

His gaze lingered on Ruan Yi again, seemingly with no intention of leaving.

They were waiting for Ruan Yi to say goodbye, their eyes not even blinking.

Seeing Fu Wang's expression, as if he wouldn't leave until he heard her say goodbye, Ruan Yi was amused and her eyes crinkled with laughter.

"Okay, bye-bye 'boyfriend,' don't be late tomorrow!" The laughter had a teasing tone.

Fu Wang's earlobes instantly flushed red, his Adam's apple bobbed uncomfortably, and he turned his face away with a "tsk".

She calls him her boyfriend again; that bad woman does it on purpose.

Once he truly becomes Ruan Yi's boyfriend, he will force this wicked woman to call him 10,000 times every day.

But what if she loses her voice and stops wanting to kiss her boyfriend?

The man's mind was already wandering to the point of naming the child.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Even though her heart was bursting with excitement, all she said was that one sentence.

Before he had taken three steps, Fu Wang secretly turned back and caught a glimpse of her still standing there, laughing at him.

His steps became increasingly unsteady, as if he had forgotten how to walk.

The first time you experience love, it's like it makes you act like a fool.

Even after getting into the car and closing the gate of the Ruan family's house, the person still looked back with lingering reluctance.

Ruan Yi wearily crawled into the soft quilt and wrapped herself up.

The corners of her lips were practically pointing to the sky, and thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow, even her round toes were happily wiggling back and forth.

"The engagement is about to be dissolved! I can start dating now~" Ruan Yimei said to herself happily.

Things will definitely turn out for the better. What a vicious female supporting character! She's going to become a powerful and arrogant heroine!

If the novel's world weren't set in a society governed by law, she might even dream of becoming an emperor, having a harem, and indulging in daydreams without breaking the law.

To be honest, she had a pretty good feeling about Fu Wang.

After all, Fu Wang made Ruan Yi realize that her favorite type wasn't just mature men; she could also be cute with shy little boys.

Once the engagement is dissolved, give it a try with him.

In the tranquility, the girl had already fallen asleep with a dream that was somewhat inappropriate for children, a smile that she could not hide always lingering on her lips.

What should have been such a warm and cozy scene, if only the sound of breathing could be heard in the bedroom.

The fierce jealousy is like a tsunami, leaving no place to escape.

The screeching sound of brakes tore through the air, and the burning smell of tires rubbing against the asphalt road surface was like a rusty saw scraping against my eardrums.

The man's cheerful humming in the driver's seat immediately stopped.

The car crashed head-on like a runaway beast, its body instantly dented.

Glass shards, accompanied by the white mist from the exploding airbag, slashed at the man like countless transparent daggers.

The sound of the steel frame being crushed was like the wail of death. The pungent smell of gasoline mixed with the stench of blood filled the air, and a tire rolled away ten meters away.

Dark red liquid was slowly dripping down the leather strap of the driver's seat.

The man in the driver's seat had his head drooping slightly, and warm blood was slowly flowing down his brow bone and into his eyelashes.

A sharp alarm suddenly blared, the car screen flashed red, and mechanical voices kept repeating.

"Severe collision detected, automatic alarm activated! Airbags deployed, rescue expected to arrive in 7 minutes..."

He struggled to lift his eyelids and, through the broken windshield, saw a dim, yellowish glow under the streetlights a few hundred meters away, shrouded in thick fog.

A dark figure stood in the halo of light, the hem of his pure black trench coat being lifted by the night wind, looking extremely out of place.

His consciousness gradually blurred as he tried to make out the face hidden in the shadows.

But as blood slid down his nose into his mouth, the salty, metallic taste of iron spread, and his figure under the streetlights became increasingly distorted, eventually sinking into darkness along with the wailing of sirens.

The hem of her dress trembled slightly in the wind, like a silent mockery.

"So, I didn't feel anything after all."

The anticipated pangs of conscience and unease did not come; instead, a dormant animalistic instinct was completely awakened.

Inside the moving car, the car radio was still playing a late-night financial news channel. He reached out and turned up the volume, and his cold face suddenly seemed more alive.

No longer are they puppets confined to their suits and ties.

It turns out that the moment you tear down the line, the taste of freedom is so addictive.

He could have lived a good life, been pampered like a spoiled young master, or taken over the company and built a successful career—both were good choices.

He didn't care no matter what.

But how could she tolerate this lowly maggot trying to take her away?

He has already taken away many things that did not belong to him, yet he still has his eyes on Ruan Yi.

It's just a small punishment.

The sharp sirens pierced the night sky, and the red and blue lights from the ambulance's rooftop flickered on the twisted metal wreckage.

Paramedics kicked open the deformed car door, the first-aid kit clanging loudly. "Pupils reflex normal! Breathing spontaneously! Prepare a neck brace!"

The stretcher wheels rolled over the glass shards scattered on the floor. The doctor knelt beside the blood-stained chair, his fingers quickly tearing open the man's blood-soaked shirt and attaching electrode patches to his chest.

The man's pale face was still covered in broken glass, and his blood-stained eyelashes trembled slightly in the smell of disinfectant.

As the stretcher was roughly pushed into the carriage, a drop of blood fell from his chin before the doors closed.

"I have to go again tomorrow..."

Some promises are destined to be broken.

In the empty living room, Ruan Yi stirred the soy milk with a small spoon with somewhat rough movements; this was the umpteenth time she had refreshed her phone screen.

The last "Goodnight" in the chat box still gleamed with a cold light.

Ruan Yi kicked off her slippers and grabbed the remote control from the coffee table, constantly changing channels.

"It's been half an hour already, that jerk Fu Wang, I still can't get through on the phone!" She muttered, biting her lip, tapping her nails on the phone case in frustration.

The phone rang in the quiet space; it was Lin Han's number. Ruan Yi answered the call with a huff.

"Lin Han! Fu Wang must have overslept. Should we go find him? I should have known better than to let him go home yesterday!"

The voice coming through the receiver was like Lin Han's hesitant words, "Xiao Yi, Fu Wang... he's in the ICU."

The phone fell to the ground with a "thud," a sensation akin to all the blood being drained from my fingertips.

The girl's face gradually turned pale. The person who had been standing alive and well beside her just yesterday was now in a state of uncertainty.