The three words "He Qingyi" made Shen Jimeng's beating heart suddenly stop for a moment, and the angry expression on his face gradually turned pale: "Did Zheng Xinyao tell you?"
Seeing her admit it, Jiang Yi frowned slightly, and an indiscernible emotion flashed in his dark and clear eyes: "Why?"
Shen Jimeng's mind was in a mess at the moment. The thing she feared the most had happened, and it happened so suddenly. She didn't know how to explain to Jiang Yi: "Why?"
"Why are you so lowly as to be someone's mistress? Shen Jimeng, in your heart, am I not even qualified to support you?"
Jiang Yi's words were like a knife stabbing Shen Jimeng's heart, cutting her bloody and bloody: "How can you look at me like this?"
"Isn't it? Back in school, you dropped out for no apparent reason, without leaving a single word. The teachers didn't know, the classmates didn't know, you just walked away. Have you ever thought about how worried and anxious I was at the time? I even thought of calling the police.
You made me physically and mentally exhausted and depressed for half a year, and yet you went off to be someone's lover, right under my nose.
You must have secretly watched me going crazy for you, it must have been very satisfying, right? "
Shen Jimeng kept shaking her head, tears falling like beads from a broken string, "No, I wasn't. My dad was sick at the time and needed a lot of money."
"Don't you know my family background? Have you ever told me about it? Why do you think I won't help you?"
Shen Jimeng shook his head and roared his thoughts: "I don't want you to look down on me, and I don't want to be a burden to you. I want our love to be equal, not based on money."
Jiang Yi sneered: "So, you would rather be someone's mistress."
Shen Jimeng suddenly squatted in front of him, pulled him and said, "Ayi, listen to my explanation, there is really nothing between He Qingyi and me."
Jiang Yi didn't want to hear any explanation from her: "Three years, you said it's nothing, right?" As he said that, he slapped the photo of He Qingyi blocking Shen Jimeng in the restaurant some time ago on the table: "What about this? Who am I to you, Shen Jimeng? Can you explain it to me?"
Shen Jimeng stared at Jiang Yi with the photo in her hand, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance and sadness. Tears welled up in her eyes but she held them back. "He was the one who blocked my path. I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid you would know how helpless I was at that time."
"Why can't you tell me? Are you afraid that I will know the dirty things you did before?"
For a moment, Shen Jimeng felt that Jiang Yi gave her a sense of alienation. Such a person made her afraid and unfamiliar: "How can you say that to me? Do you think I am willing? You rich second-generations always stand on the highest ground to judge others unscrupulously. Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem, but you don't know that for an ordinary family, it is an insurmountable hurdle. I am someone's lover, so what? You think I am dirty now, but it's not too late."
"You haven't looked for me, so how do you know I'm the kind of person you said I was? I think you're just letting yourself down, using your father's illness as an excuse. I think you've met someone more capable than me, right?"
"Don't talk about my dad like that."
"Am I wrong? Did you find that person to cure your father's illness?"
Snap...
Shen Jimeng's slap interrupted the heated argument between the two. The room became quiet instantly, but the air had dropped to freezing point.
Jiang Yi was also awakened by this slap and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up my deceased uncle."
Shen Jimeng didn't care about his emotions at this time. She wiped the tears from her face and stood up: "Now you know that I am this kind of person. If you can't accept it, then let's break up."
After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
The moment the door was closed, Shen Jimeng heard the sound of Jiang Yi throwing things angrily in the room. He paused, and with tears in his eyes, he strode away.