"It's fate that we met. I want to tell you the truth about Jingmin."
Chu Wuyang frowned, her heart skipping a beat.
Jian Zhou looked at her, his tone solemn.
"Miss Chu, he is not right for you."
"You seem to still be hung up on him, but there are some things only a man can see. He's just playing with you."
"Moreover, he already has a wife."
"Being with him will only make you suffer."
These words, though devoid of malice, were sharp and cutting, like a dull knife scraping away at her flesh, stripping away the last vestiges of her self-deception.
Before Chu Wuyang could respond, she heard a crisp sound of leather shoes approaching from afar.
The next second, a large hand suddenly gripped my waist and abdomen.
Those hands were icy cold, yet they possessed a suffocatingly powerful control.
"Mr. Jane, you have resigned."
Jing Min's voice came from behind, cold yet carrying a warning.
"Don't interfere in other people's private lives."
He wore a dark gray suit, which accentuated his noble and sharp demeanor, and his dark eyes revealed a cold glint.
Jian Zhou met his gaze, but only for two seconds before subconsciously lowering her eyes.
He silently took a few steps back, then turned and left.
All eyes immediately fell on them.
The hospital lobby erupted like fireworks, filled with a buzzing murmur of discussion.
Some people recognized Jing Min, and others secretly took photos.
Chu Wuyang's mind was in complete chaos, his blood was rushing to his head, his ears were ringing, and his cheeks were burning red.
He made no attempt to avoid her, standing in the center of the crowd, intimately holding her hand, his shoulders ramrod straight, looking calmly at the crowd with a generous and elegant expression.
Chu Wuyang didn't even know how he led her out of the hospital; she only felt a burning sensation on her wrist.
A black Bentley Continental was parked quietly at the entrance.
It was as high-profile as a public execution.
Jingmin opened the car door for her, pushed her into the back seat, and then walked around to the other side to get in.
The car door slammed shut.
"Smack—"
A slap was delivered without warning.
The sound was crisp and loud, landing hard on his cold, handsome profile.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Li Yan was so startled that his hand trembled, almost pressing the wrong accelerator. He gaped in shock.
A deep, cold voice came from behind him.
"drive!"
The car slowly drove away from the hospital.
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