"I'm sorry, you're a good person, but we're not a good match."
Yi Mu has lost count of how many times he's been friend-zoned.
This time was different from the past. After being caught in bed with another man, how could she have the nerve to say these things to him?
Yi Mu stared blankly at the two worm-like creatures writhing on the wedding bed, and suddenly felt an unbearable wave of nausea.
The nausea was so intense that he lost his proud composure, and he awkwardly pushed open the door, ran to the bathroom, and vomited violently into the toilet.
His fiancée, wrapped in a bed sheet, chased after him, standing by the door with a hint of disdain.
Once he calmed down, she took a small step inside and asked worriedly, "Amu..."
Yi Mu's voice was colder than ever before, like a thousand-year-old iceberg: "Get out!"
The woman, used to being pampered and cherished by him, had never suffered such grievances before, and her guilt immediately dissipated.
Smoothing her hair, the woman lowered her voice and said in a pitiful tone, "He's my ex-boyfriend. I... I didn't expect him to barge in. Amu, I can't forget him. Please, let us be together."
The woman knelt down with a wronged expression, leaning against the door, her posture soft and boneless, like a fragile little white flower.
Yi Mu slowly straightened up, a wisp of hair falling down from his forehead, obscuring one eye, making his gentle and handsome face appear somewhat gloomy.
He took some water to wash away the grime from the corners of his mouth. Yin Hong's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes, which usually only revealed gentleness, were now replaced by a wicked charm.
Tilting his neck, Yi Mu turned around, walked up to the woman, looked down at her, and smiled playfully, as if he had become a different person: "Do you want me to grant your wish, or do you want me to grant your wish to empty all of Yi's assets?"
The blush on the woman's face gradually faded. She looked up at him in disbelief, her lips trembling as she said, "How could this be? How could you possibly know!"
Yi Mu bent down and gave the woman a smile that was completely unfamiliar to her, like a bloodthirsty demon.
The demon reached out, intending to grab her chin, but frowned slightly, revealing a look of disgust, and clicked his tongue: "You're so stupid, yet you try to play the game of capital. Coupled with that idiot, you're a perfect match!"
Ignoring the woman's ashen face, Yi Mu walked back to the bridal chamber that had once been filled with happiness.
He pulled a glove and a gun from his pocket, and amidst the man's scream, accurately shot him between the eyebrows, killing him instantly.
My heart is beating a little fast, like it's going to jump out of my chest.
Having never even swatted a mosquito since childhood, the young master couldn't remain completely calm when faced with a bed full of brains and blood.
But it doesn't seem like a big deal; this day was bound to come sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.
The woman screamed in terror behind her.
Yi Mu turned around, walked up to her, put the gun in her hand, and gently patted her head through his gloves.
"Good girl, that man wanted to kill you and take all the shares for himself. At the last moment, you grabbed the gun, it went off accidentally, and you killed him."
The woman shook her head in terror, crying as she flung away the gun, now stained with fingerprints, and clung to his leg, begging for mercy: "Amu! Don't do this to me, I was wrong, I shouldn't have betrayed you, I deserve to die! Don't leave me alone!"
Emu kicked her aside and walked out of the apartment he had painstakingly designed, which had ultimately become a farcical wedding home.
From this moment on, he no longer dared to crave any ridiculous love.
He had been betrayed time and time again; no one loved him anymore, so he decided to love himself.
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