Yan Han's face grew even uglier, but he assumed that Zhu Qianying was deliberately trying to provoke him.
"Zhu Qianying, did you have to say it so harshly?"
Zhu Qianying looked at him very seriously, "No, I'm just stating the facts. Is it unpleasant to hear? I thought you liked to hear the truth."
"..."
For a fleeting moment, Yan Han felt like he was about to collapse; he couldn't continue talking to Zhu Qianying!
She wasn't like this before!
Why has it turned out this way?
He used to think she was sensible, tactful, and knew when to advance and retreat.
No matter what she says or does, she will always weigh the best way to express herself or find a solution.
Occasionally, she can be direct in her speech and straightforward in her actions, but in most cases, it's harmless.
Instead of speaking so directly and hurtfully, and acting like a hedgehog with its quills raised, making it impossible for anyone to approach or touch it.
If it were in the past, or if the person sitting in front of me were someone else instead of Zhu Qianying, this conversation would definitely not have been able to continue.
The problem is, this person is Zhu Qianying!
She has been gone for five years without a trace.
He searched for her for five years, but could not find a trace of her anywhere.
Now that she's finally back, how could he possibly give up this opportunity that he'd waited five years for?
Even if the person in front of you isn't actually Zhu Qianying, but a strange woman named Zhu-Ying.
He still needs to find his own Zhu Qianying in her.
Because, he had no other choice!
After figuring all this out, Yan Han took a long breath, suppressing the discomfort and disappointment in his heart, and tried to face the woman in front of him with a new mindset. She seemed familiar, but in reality, she was completely unfamiliar.
"Zhu Qianying, can we talk this out calmly?" Yan Han, who was always aloof and looked down on others, took the initiative to lower his posture.
He hoped she would put away her sharp edges; otherwise, their conversation could not continue.
Zhu Qianying witnessed his eyes shift from fury to calm, and she thought that she would be facing his rage. She was prepared to face the storm.
But a storm, which he had anticipated, brewed silently in his eyes, and then vanished.
To be honest, she was quite surprised.
But then again, isn't this just a matter of course?
Five years is enough time for a little guy like Zizai to grow from a tiny baby into a little man.
That was enough to allow Young Master Yan to grow from an eccentric young man into a mature man.
Zhu Qianying nodded. "We can talk, but don't jump to conclusions. I don't think I'm being unreasonable!"
Her tone was calm, yet it made Yan Han feel a surge of stale air.
If her so-called calmness is what you call barbed, then what kind of person is she when she's not calm and not at peace?
Yan Han took a deep breath and told herself, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. She's just a little girl who's prone to temper tantrums!"
"Zhu Qianying, do you hate me very much?"
Yan Han had been silently asking himself this question for five years!
And the answer has always been yes!
Zhu Qianying raised her eyelids and looked at him quietly.
Her eyes were like a calm lake, clear yet so deep that he couldn't see or understand them.
In the past, he was often captivated and attracted by the clear water, thinking that a girl with such clear eyes must be a genuine and easy-to-understand person.
But now, he had to admit that the clarity in her eyes was truly without a trace of impurity, but the depth of it was a depth that he, or anyone else, could hardly fathom with the naked eye.
In other words, he doesn't understand her!
Just like now, he stood outside the shop window, watching her hold up one little thing after another, her eyes sometimes burning with passion, sometimes filled with surprise, as if she were looking at a priceless treasure.
But clearly, those were just cheap street vendor goods costing ten or eight yuan.
In other words, if those things were thrown in front of him, he would only treat them as garbage.
But she treated them like treasures!
Take him for example. He is such an outstanding man. Whether it is his appearance, inner qualities, or family background, he believes that he is exceptional in every way. In other people's eyes, he is a hot commodity and people always flock to him.
But she treated him like trash, throwing him away without a second thought!
Realizing that in her eyes he was nothing more than a piece of trash that could be thrown away at will, worth less than the ten or eight yuan worth of junk she had just seen in that shabby little shop, Yan Han felt extremely unhappy and disgusted.
But he couldn't yell at Zhu Qianying, because those things weren't even people; they were just a bunch of insignificant broken things.
Why should he bother with those junks?
But is he really not even as good as those broken things?
Young Master Yan, who always prided himself on being powerful, had all his arrogance and confidence instantly reduced to dust.
Zhu Qianying stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, long enough that Young Master Yan had been utterly defeated by a bunch of insignificant little things before she finally spoke.
"Young Master Yan, what makes you think I hate you?"
Yan Han was stunned!
He expected to hear her gritted teeth and absolutely certain reply, followed by a barrage of accusations and a torrent of grievances.
That way, he could repent and ask her for forgiveness.
But why does she not follow the usual path?
Instead of giving him a direct answer, she threw another question at him.
"Zhu Qianying, there's really nothing between Yi Wei and me. I've always only ever thought of her as a younger sister. I've never had any other thoughts, not before, not now, and not in the future!"
For someone as proud as Yan Han, explaining his true inner thoughts to others is basically impossible.
But this person is none other than the one he has been waiting for every day. No matter how proud he is, he has no choice but to humble himself to the lowest point.
Because if he didn't do that, he wouldn't even have the chance to explain himself to someone who wouldn't even look at him.
At that moment, he remembered those salesmen who came to his door and aggressively tried to sell their products.
Even though others repeatedly expressed their lack of interest, he would still chatter on and on about the products he had in his hands.
Because if you ring the doorbell a hundred times, perhaps only one person will be willing to open the door.
Only this person was willing to tell him that he wasn't interested.
Yes, even if it's just one "no interest," for this salesman, it's already an opportunity he's earned after pressing the button a hundred times, trying a hundred times, hitting a hundred times, and failing a hundred times.
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