Fu Yan felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw his eyes redden.
"We're over, please stop making trouble, okay?"
Xiao Xin's voice trembled as she spoke, and she couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.
Fu Yan paused in his actions, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Xiao Xin.
He looked at Xiao Xin and softly called out, "Brother..."
More and more people gathered around.
Xiao Xin wiped away her tears and pulled Fu Yan's arm, "Get up..."
Fu Yan froze, locked in a tense standoff with Xiao Xin, completely motionless.
"Why, why are you crying?" He didn't understand.
Why cry for this scumbag?
Xiao Xin couldn't pull him up, sobbing and pleading, "Fu Yan, please, can you get up?"
Tears welled up uncontrollably, quickly blurring his vision.
Fu Yan's face gradually began to distort in his eyes.
Xiao Xin grabbed his arm, but when he still didn't move, she finally knelt down on the ground.
Xiao Xin cried until her nose hurt, and she spoke intermittently, "Please, get up...please?"
Fu Yan released Mo Xuan and reached out to pull Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin took a step back, dodging his movement.
He raised his hand to wipe his face, looking stubbornly at Fu Yan: "I've said it before, we're over. Can we keep our distance from now on?"
Why won't Fu Yan listen?
Xiao Xin really felt like he was about to collapse.
Fu Yan's hand, raised halfway in the air, froze. His eyes, stung by Xiao Xin's tears, gradually reddened.
Is it really over between them...?
He withdrew his hand in a daze, slowly stood up from Mo Xuan, and looked down at Xiao Xin: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving. Don't cry..."
When Yu Muqing and her assistant arrived, they saw Mo Xuan lying on the ground and the overturned chairs, and they vaguely guessed what had happened.
Yu Muqing apologized to Mo Xuan on the ground, then took Fu Yan's arm and walked towards the crowd.
The encirclement gradually dispersed, making way for Yu Muqing and Fu Yan.
The person involved in the incident left the scene, and the crowd gradually dispersed, their smiles returning as if it had just been a trivial incident.
Xiao Xin raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and stood up, supporting herself with her hands on the ground.
He didn't try to pull Mo Xuan up from the ground. His expression was numb and lifeless as he walked out of the venue like a walking corpse.
Mo Xuan sat on the ground, watching Xiao Xin's lonely figure, and felt bad too.
This seems like a huge mistake...
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In the parking lot, Xiao Xin leaned against his car, finished his second cigarette, and waited for Mo Xuan, who was walking towards him late.
Xiao Xin, a cigarette between his fingers, watched Mo Xuan walk towards him with a blank expression.
Mo Xuan stopped in front of him, bent down to remove the cigarette butt that was about to burn onto Xiao Xin's fingers, and lowered his eyes to apologize: "I'm sorry, Xiao..."
"Smack!"
A resounding slap echoed through the empty underground parking garage.
"Are you fucking doing this on purpose...?" Xiao Xin's tone was calm, but it was ruthless.
The five-finger mark immediately appeared on Mo Xuan's face. He looked up at Xiao Xin in surprise: "Yes..."
Xiao Xin raised his hand, intending to strike a second time, but suddenly felt powerless and finally withdrew his hand, which had been hanging in mid-air.
"Get in the car," Xiao Xin said.
He turned around and had just opened the passenger door when Mo Xuan grabbed his wrist.
"If hitting me will make me feel better, then hit me as much as you want," Mo Xuan said, his head bowed and his tone filled with guilt.
Xiao Xin pursed her lips, her back to Mo Xuan: "Jiang Yuqing told you to do this?"
Mo Xuan denied it: "No, I just simply can't stand Fu Yan..."
Fu Yan lost face completely, and Xiao Xin wasn't much better off.
He achieved his goal, but he never expected it would make Xiao Xin cry like that.
It would be a lie to say I don't regret it.
Xiao Xin shook off his hand, sat in the passenger seat, and didn't say anything more.
Mo Xuan walked around the front of the car, dismissed the driver from the driver's seat, and got in himself.
Xiao Xin didn't want to sit with him, so she unbuckled her seatbelt and went around to the back seat.
Mo Xuan stared at him blankly for a moment, then fastened his seatbelt and started the car without saying anything.
The white Bentley had barely driven off when, in a Maybach not far away, a hand with distinct knuckles gripped the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator, and followed closely behind.
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As the Bentley entered the highway and began to move smoothly, Mo Xuan noticed something was wrong.
He glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted a car following closely behind, maintaining a rather unsafe distance.
With a loud crash, Mo Xuan was jolted by the car behind him, his hand on the steering wheel swerved, and the car almost collided with the vehicle next to him.
"Damn it, that lunatic is following us..." Mo Xuan cursed under his breath.
Xiao Xin looked back and saw that it was indeed Fu Yan's Maybach.
As if realizing something, he calmly urged Mo Xuan to speed up.
Mo Xuan took a breath, slowly pressed the accelerator, and increased the distance between himself and the car behind him.
Fu Yan stared intently at the car in front of him, driving at an extremely erratic speed.
Seeing the white Bentley accelerate, he floored the accelerator and sped up again.
The Bentley was hit again, and Mo Xuan's head hit the roof of the car, causing him to feel dizzy.
Seeing that something was wrong with him, Xiao Xin asked worriedly, "How are you?"
Mo Xuan shook his head, trying his best to control the car and keep it moving smoothly.
"I'm fine," he said, then sped up to increase the distance between himself and the cars behind him.
Seeing that he didn't intend to stop, Fu Yan tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly and signaled to overtake.
Xiao Xin suddenly felt a shadow flash by in his peripheral vision, followed by a loud "rumble" from the car body, a few shudders, and finally the engine stalled.
The Maybach in front slowly rolled down its window, and Fu Yan's sinister gaze swept over them.
Mo Xuan met his gaze, slammed his fist on the steering wheel in frustration, opened the car door, and got out.
He glanced at the hissing smoke from the front of the car, walked up to the Maybach, kicked it, and patted the window: "Get out."
Fu Yan suddenly opened the car door and stepped out.
Mo Xuan stood with his hands on his hips, watching Fu Yan get out of the car, then grabbed Fu Yan by the collar: "Are you fucking crazy? Do you want to die if you're blocking people on the highway?"
Fu Yan slapped his hand away, grabbed his collar, and threw him aside.
Mo Xuan staggered a few steps to his feet, and when he saw Fu Yan open the back door of the car, he immediately understood what was going on.
Fu Yan looked at Xiao Xin in the car and said in a cold tone, "Get out."
"..." Xiao Xin looked up and met his terrifying gaze, her blood freezing in her veins.
He paused for a moment, then stepped back to the other side of the car.
Fu Yan watched him shrink back and sneered.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's ankle and dragged him out of the carriage. Then he lifted Xiao Xin up and carried him on his shoulder.
Xiao Xin felt a chill run down his spine as he suddenly remembered the first time Fu Yan carried him on his shoulders.
He patted Fu Yan's back, "Put me down! Fu Yan!"
Mo Xuan stepped forward to snatch the person, but Fu Yan glared at him coldly: "Try touching one of them."
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