Chapter 99 I Won't Make an Exception for You Again

"You're not easy to bully, I'm the one who's easy to bully, okay!"

He pushed Chen Jingyang and said, "I'm a scoundrel, I broke my promise, I'm a bastard, I deserve to be a dog, okay!"

As soon as he said it, his eyes welled up with tears—these were words spoken in anger, but also self-mockery that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

But even after using all his strength, his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged, he still couldn't push the person away!

Chen Jingyang's grip was too strong, pressing against his shoulder blade as if it were about to be embedded in the bone, making his whole body tense with every movement!

"Zhang Pengfei!" Chen Jingyang roared again, his fingers gripping even tighter. "We've been together for almost a year. How have I treated you? How have I treated your family? Are you fucking blind?"

His voice echoed in the empty office, making Zhang Pengfei's eardrums buzz.

Zhang Pengfei knew he was telling the truth. He hadn't forgotten those good things, but it was precisely because he hadn't forgotten them that he felt like a joke now.

Chen Jingyang grew angrier the more he thought about it, his eyes reddening, not from crying, but from extreme anger: "You and Li Jianren have only met three times, and all your conversations combined didn't even last 10 minutes, yet you fucking trust him so much!"

Chen Jingyang's lips trembled with anger. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly changed, his surging anger now tinged with ruthlessness: "It seems I haven't taught you enough of a lesson!"

He suddenly grabbed Zhang Pengfei's wrist, and with his other hand he braced himself against the wall behind Zhang Pengfei, holding him tightly in his arms!

Zhang Pengfei's back was pressed against the cool wall, his nose almost touching Chen Jingyang's chin, and the familiar scent of Chen Jingyang wafted towards him.

The taste that used to bring him peace of mind now makes him feel suffocated.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" Zhang Pengfei turned his head and struggled to push him away, but his wrist was gripped too tightly and he couldn't exert any strength.

Chen Jingyang's eyes turned cold, and he slightly tightened his grip. Zhang Pengfei immediately frowned, instinctively biting his lip and swallowing back the muffled groan that was about to escape his lips.

"Chen Jingyang...!" Zhang Pengfei's voice trembled, whether from pain or fear, it was hard to tell.

Chen Jingyang ignored him, grabbed his wrist and walked forward, letting his legs kick instinctively.

He walked over to the sofa, his eyes red-rimmed, and pressed Zhang Pengfei down onto it, the veins on the back of his hands bulging!

Zhang Pengfei panicked: "Chen Jingyang, you bastard, what do you want to do? Let me go!"

He tried to lift his upper body and turn himself over, but Chen Jingyang didn't give him a chance.

"Chen Jingyang!" Zhang Pengfei shouted, his neck veins bulging, his voice hoarse with anger and grievance, almost cracking.

Chen Jingyang sneered, his eyes growing even colder: "Go ahead and yell. Let me give you a hint: this office is comparable to 7005!"

"You bastard...!" Zhang Pengfei struggled desperately to stand up, but Chen Jingyang just watched coldly, letting him do whatever he wanted!

"Chen Jingyang! What exactly are you trying to do?" Zhang Pengfei was genuinely frightened.

What can Chen Jingyang do now that he's in this state?

He dared not think about it; his mind was a jumbled mess, filled with Li Jianren's provocative words and rumors about Chen Jingyang's past "exes."

However, the tea break was held in the small garden on the top floor, where not only Tanzhi employees but also Zenti staff and various media outlets gathered, clinking glasses and chatting amiably.

But he and Chen Jingyang are about to have a major battle in an office just a dozen meters apart!

Chen Jingyang chuckled, his face full of mockery: "You know very well, don't you?"

"No! Don't do this!"

Like a fish out of water, Zhang Pengfei suddenly sprang up, trying his best to break free, but Chen Jingyang swiftly and decisively pressed him down.

He heard a playful snort from above, tinged with mockery, but before he could say anything more, Chen Jingyang took his next step, moving so fast that he had no time to react.

His breath hitched, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and even his blood seemed to stop flowing!

Fortunately, Chen Jingyang seemed to remember something else and didn't move for a long time.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhang Pengfei flipped himself to the ground. The movement was too hasty, and he hit the floor with a loud thud. He immediately winced in pain, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Chen Jingyang chuckled, his voice full of mockery, and walked step by step toward Zhang Pengfei.

The black leather shoes clicked rhythmically on the floor, their sound particularly clear in the quiet office, each step feeling like it was pounding on Zhang Pengfei's heart.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Zhang Pengfei retreated repeatedly. In just a few seconds, he had already sat up, pushed off the ground with both feet, and used all his strength to move backward, managing to move himself seven or eight meters away!

But that's the end of it!

Chen Jingyang walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held no real joy.

"Scared? When you went out with Li Jianren and talked back to me, didn't you think about this moment? Where did your unyielding spirit go? Hmm?"

His voice was soft, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure, like a net that completely enveloped Zhang Pengfei.

"Chen Jingyang, please, don't...!" Zhang Pengfei leaned against the wall, his legs trembling slightly with fear, kicking weakly and in vain.

Chen Jingyang understands him, understands his sensitivity, understands his unease, understands all his weaknesses, but how could he not understand Chen Jingyang?

This young master Chen is always elegant and proper in front of outsiders, and his words and actions always carry a just-right sense of distance. When he makes a big fuss, he is actually not dangerous.

But once he calms down, he keeps all his emotions bottled up inside. That calm seriousness is more unsettling than ever, because you never know what he'll do next!

Zhang Pengfei's large eyes were brimming with tears, filled with panic, despair, and helplessness. His nose was slightly red, making him look pitiful.

"Beg me?" Chen Jingyang slowly bent down to meet his gaze, a mocking expression on his face. He lightly touched Zhang Pengfei's reddened nose with his finger: "Zhang Pengfei, you do the math yourself. How many times have you begged me? And every time I've done it your way, I've done it for you. But what was the result?! What did I get in return? Your distrust!"

His fingertips were cool, which made Zhang Pengfei tremble. He tried to dodge, but Chen Jingyang pressed him down, making him unable to move.

He reached out and grabbed Zhang Pengfei in his hand again, bringing his face close to Zhang Pengfei's eyes, so close that they could see the reflection in each other's pupils, his eyes filled with an unprecedented hatred:

"For hundreds of days and nights, I poured my heart out to you and cherished you dearly. Even if you were raising a dog, you would have tamed it by now after feeding it for so long. But you fucking believed that outsider Li Jianren instead of me!"

Chen Jingyang pulled Zhang Pengfei's arm to help him stand up, his voice as calm as a still lake in winter: "From now on, I will not make exceptions for you anymore."

A smile played on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes; lingering anger and murderous intent simmered within: "Aren't you curious about how you differ from other dogs? I'll show you today!"