Ultimately, he wasn't as ruthless as Jing Min. If he could be as reckless as Jing Min, Jing Min wouldn't have been in the picture.
"Regarding Zhou Heng... I promise I will handle it properly and cleanly."
Chu Wuyang didn't want to continue this topic; things had already developed to this point, and further discussion was pointless.
She nodded expressionlessly, stood up, and prepared to leave.
But as soon as she took a step, her wrist was gripped tightly.
"Yangyang..."
Yang Jinchu's voice carried a hint of urgency, even a touch of pleading.
"Can you please stop blaming me?"
Chu Wuyang stopped and turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes cold and distant.
Seeing her like this, Yang Jinchu felt a sudden tightness in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.
"I admit I was wrong because I had selfish motives, but what about Jingmin?"
"He used underhanded tactics to take you away from me!"
"How many years have I loved you? He's only known you for a short time!"
"Why should he be able to get you through those despicable means, while I should just give in?"
His voice gradually trembled, filled with deep grievance and resentment.
Do you know?
"The moment you agreed to get engaged to me, I felt that even if I died, it would be worth it."
"But what about Jingmin? What makes him so special!"
"He did so many despicable things back then, why did you still choose him without hesitation?"
Chu Wuyang was stunned, and lowered her eyes.
My heart is filled with a complex mix of emotions that I can't quite explain.
She tried to pull her hand away from his, but Yang Jinchu gripped it even tighter.
His eyes reddened.
It was as if his long-suppressed emotions finally burst forth at this moment.
"Do you understand, Yangyang? If we really have to be honest, I'm the one who lost everything."
Chu Wuyang looked at him quietly.
But the image that flashed through her mind was Jing Min's frequent complaints that she trusted Yang Jinchu too much.
But now, with the roles reversed, Yang Jinchu is accusing her of unfair treatment.
She suddenly felt extremely tired and raised her hand to pull it back.
But they found Yang Jinchu frozen, his eyes fixed on the window.
She followed his gaze.
My heart sank.
Outside the glass window, Jingmin stood quietly.
The cold night wind blew against his black trench coat, his posture was straight, but his face was as cold as if it were covered in frost.
His gaze pierced through the glass, fixed intently on their clasped hands.
Those dark eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, completely devoid of any emotion.
But it sends chills down your spine.
Jealousy welled up in his eyes.
Why?
Why is this person always following me around like a shadow?
Is hiding her the only option?
Why is it that as long as that person is there, he can only stand outside forever?
Yang Jinchu's condition was also not good.
His breathing became rapid, his chest heaved violently, and his fingers gripped Chu Wuyang's wrist so tightly they almost crushed it.
Chu Wuyang frowned, struggling to pull her hand back, and whispered,
"Yang Jinchu, calm down!"
But Yang Jinchu wouldn't listen to a word.
He stared intently at the icy-cold man outside the window.
No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he could not suppress the deep-seated jealousy he felt.
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