Seeing this, Huo Yunting quickly picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, trying to explain to her why he had lost control last night.
“Wanwan, I know you must hate me right now. Not only you, but I hate myself too. Last night, I saw you packing your luggage on the surveillance footage. In addition, someone anonymously sent me a set of explicit photos of you and a strange man. I then made the assumption that the reason you wanted to leave me was purely because of that man.”
Worried that Song Xingwan wouldn't believe him, Huo Yunting quickly took out his phone and showed her the extremely explicit photos.
In the photo, Song Xingwan is seen passionately engaging in a sexual encounter with a strange man, her face flushed and exuding a captivating charm.
"I don't... I don't know this person at all."
Song Xingwan looked through the set of disgusting photos, feeling both angry and anxious.
She really didn't expect that anyone would be so bored as to send Huo Yunting such photos for no reason.
"It was my fault. I should have asked you what happened first."
When Huo Yunting learned that Song Xingwan was still a virgin, he realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake.
Although he hasn't yet figured out the source of these photos, he can roughly guess that it was most likely something his mother orchestrated to break up the couple.
For some reason, Mrs. Huo had always disliked Song Xingwan.
Not long ago, Mrs. Huo learned that Huo Yunting and Song Xingwan were living in the same apartment, and she had a big argument with him about it.
It must have been his defense of Song Xingwan that thoroughly angered Madam Huo, leading her to take a risky step and have photos of Song Xingwan allegedly having sex with other men fabricated, all in an attempt to sow discord between them.
"Huo Yunting, you don't need to apologize to me. I owe you so much money, so even if you treat me like a prostitute, it's not unreasonable."
Song Xingwan's voice choked with sobs, and her watery eyes revealed an indescribable grief.
"Don't say that. I never felt that you owed me anything. What happened last night was just an accident. I promise I will take full responsibility for you."
"I don't need you to take responsibility, I just ask you to be kind and let me go when you're done playing with me."
Song Xingwan carefully climbed out of bed, taking small, laborious steps to avoid aggravating her wound, and made her way towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going? I'll carry you there."
Huo Yunting wanted to step forward to help her, but her cold gaze intimidated him so much that he dared not approach her again.
Song Xingwan ignored him and slammed the door shut as soon as she entered the bathroom.
She turned the shower on full blast, trying to drown out her hysterical sobs with the sound of the rushing water.
However, Huo Yunting, who was outside the restroom, still heard Song Xingwan sobbing.
He leaned painfully against the bathroom door, suddenly realizing that he was very likely to lose Song Xingwan completely because of his mistake.
In that instant, he was terrified.
He thought no one in the world could love her more than him, but in the end, the one who hurt her the most was still him.
"sorry..."
Huo Yunting covered his face and slumped dejectedly at the bathroom door, as if he had lost all vitality, his eyes filled with despair.
...
On the other side, Ling Mo noticed that Song Xingwan hadn't replied to his WeChat message for a long time, and he felt that something was wrong.
She gently poked Qin Beiming's arm and tentatively asked:
"Third Master, why don't you call Huo Yunting and ask about the situation? I'm really worried about Wanwan."
"good."
Qin Beiming thought to himself that Huo Yunting wouldn't do anything to harm Song Xingwan, so he readily dialed his number.
To his surprise, as soon as Huo Yunting answered the phone, he said something completely out of the blue:
"Third Brother, I'm finished. Wanwan will never forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Qin Beiming's eyelids twitched violently. He glanced at Ling Mo, who remained composed beside him, while subtly covering the receiver, trying his best to appear nonchalant, and asked in a deep voice:
"What's going on?"
"Because of some misunderstandings that shouldn't have happened, I...I accidentally hurt her."
"An accident? Have you forgotten what I warned you about?"
Qin Beiming's heart skipped a beat, and he was so angry that he wanted to drag Huo Yunting out and beat him up.
Prior to this, he had repeatedly warned Huo Yunting not to consider using force or coercion on Song Xingwan.
This behavior will not only break the other person's heart, but will also push them further away, doing more harm than good.
Unexpectedly, Huo Yunting still stepped on a landmine!
Now that's bad, how is he going to explain this to Ling Mo?
Ling Mo noticed that Qin Beiming's expression was off, and without saying a word, he snatched the phone from his hand and coldly questioned Huo Yunting:
"Huo Yunting, where is Wanwan?"
"she..."
Just as Huo Yunting was wondering how to begin, Song Xingwan quickly opened the bathroom door, took the phone from his hand, and replied softly:
"Mo Mo, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"You brat, why don't you ever reply to my messages?" Hearing Song Xingwan's voice, Ling Mo's tense emotions finally eased.
Hearing Ling Mo call her "brat" as usual, her nose tingled and two lines of hot tears welled up in her eyes.
To completely dispel Ling Mo's doubts, Song Xingwan tried her best to control her emotions, which were on the verge of collapse. She forced a smile and said in a seemingly relaxed manner:
"I'm currently focused on preparing for the fashion design competition! Sorry for not replying to your message sooner."
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