Feng Yu was a little angry when he saw that she didn't listen to his advice.
He could be in love, but not with his sister, whom he had watched grow up since childhood! And it was even more unacceptable if that man was him!
"Jiayi, a forced melon is not sweet. Besides, the person I love is my sister, and I can't let her go.
You have so many people who like you, why should you hurt yourself for a man who doesn't like you?
You've been to so many countries and met so many different kinds of people, don't you feel nostalgic for them at all?"
Provoked by his words, Song Jiayi couldn't help but roar, "But the reason I went abroad was all for you! I don't like traveling, I don't like those countries where I don't speak the language, I don't like those blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, I went there to fulfill your wish!
If even you don't like me, then what's the point of all this I'm doing? Tell me, what's the point? "
Feng Yu was so angry that he gritted his teeth. This was simply unreasonable!
"Song Jiayi, how long are you going to keep being unreasonable? Look at your parents, they are old and they love you so much. Can you bear to see them die before them?
And your group of good brothers, from childhood to adulthood, whatever you wanted, didn't they do everything they could to make you happy? If you want to die so much, then go ahead and die! "
Song Jiayi's lips couldn't help but tremble. She didn't expect that Feng Yu really didn't care about her life or death.
"Brother Ayu, you actually want me to die? Do you really want me to die?"
Feng Yu ignored the pained look on her face and while she wasn't paying attention, he had already grasped the handle of the fruit knife that was against her neck.
"What? You can't do it? Do you want me to help you?"
When Song Yu saw this, he stood up angrily and pointed at Feng Yu's nose and cursed, "Feng Yu, what do you mean?"
Feng Xing glanced at Feng Yu and remained silent.
Good boy, you have mastered the art of provoking others.
Song Jiayi was a little scared. She just wanted to take advantage of Feng Yu's softness towards her to compromise with him. How could she really want to die?
Seeing Feng Yu's fierce expression, she knew he wasn't joking with her, so she immediately begged for mercy: "No, no... I don't want to die, no, I want to live."
Feng Yu asked, "Will you dare to commit suicide again in the future?"
Song Jiayi shuddered, "No...I don't dare anymore."
"Let go of your hands!"
Hearing his sudden scolding, Song Jiayi let go of her hand out of fear. Feng Yu took the opportunity to snatch the fruit knife and threw it to the ground mercilessly.
Song Yu finally let go of his worries.
He shouted at the servants who were afraid to act rashly, "Are they all dead? Why don't you take the young lady away and bandage her wounds?"
"Yes, sir!"
Song Jiayi was quickly taken away.
The farce finally ended, and Feng Yu got the letter of divorce as he wished.
Although Song Yu got the land and gained the greatest benefit, he was furious when he thought about how his precious daughter almost committed suicide for Feng Yu.
He pointed at Feng Yu's nose and yelled, "Get out of here! You are not welcome in the Song family anymore!"
Feng Xing raised an eyebrow, "Destroying the bridge after crossing it?"
"You get out too!"
What he got in return was a roar.
"cut!"
Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need for Feng Xing and Feng Li to stay in the Song family any longer. After all, the Song family no longer likes them. Are they still going to bother to stay in the Song family?
He left tactfully.
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In the room decorated in tender pink, Song Jiayi had just applied medicine on her neck. After being coaxed by her mother to rest for a while, there were still a few tears at the corners of her eyes, making her look particularly pitiful.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and a man walked in wearing a black suit and leather boots, looking very imposing.
The soft, white bed suddenly sank inwards. The man pressed down on the girl on the bed, his dark eyes unable to tell any emotion.
Song Jiayi suddenly felt her whole body was restrained, and she was almost breathless.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and after seeing who was coming and their ambiguous posture, she said in a panic, "Brother Yan, what are you doing...what are you doing?"
Qi Yan glanced at the Band-Aid on her snow-white neck, and his eyes became particularly dangerous. He restrained Song Jiayi's hands, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him.
"Have I ever told you that no matter what happens, you're not allowed to hurt yourself? Song Jiayi, you're ignoring my words again, huh?"
After being yelled at by the man, Song Jiayi burst into tears again. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and she looked easy to bully, but she was still defeated. The golden beans fell down one by one like they were free.
"I...even you blame me! It was obviously Brother Ayu's fault that he insisted on breaking off my engagement. Why do you all think that it's my fault and that I went too far? Am I still your most beloved sister? Wuuuuuu..."
"Crying again?" Qi Yan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His heart softened, and his tone was somewhat helpless. "You also know that Feng Yuchen is the bastard? Then why do you like him so much?"
Song Jiayi couldn't stop crying.
She felt extremely wronged and burst into tears while hugging Qi Yan. "I...what can I do? I just like Brother Ayu. I thought I could marry him, but now he doesn't want me anymore.
Brother Ayan, do you think I won’t be able to get married in the future if I continue like this? No one will want me anymore? Woo woo woo…”
Qi Yan was a little amused and helpless. Although the two of them were separated by a quilt, he could still feel the warm body temperature of the delicate girl in his arms.
"Silly girl, even if you can't get married and no one wants you, can't Uncle Song support you for the rest of your life?"
Song Jiayi was even more sad.
"So what you mean is that after the breakup, no one will want me anymore and I won't be able to get married?"
Qi Yan scratched her nose and chuckled, "Silly! I'm just kidding."
Song Jiayi's eyes were a little dazed, and she didn't understand what he meant.
The man licked the tears on her skin, which was as white and delicate as a jade porcelain doll, and his voice was as gentle as snow in winter.
"Besides, if no one wants you in the future, I'll marry you! If no one wants to marry you, I'll marry you!"
The girl's dark, slightly curled eyelashes couldn't help but tremble slightly. She stared at the man's handsome face and curled her lips in a somewhat aggrieved manner.
"Brother Ayan, you're kidding me again. Marriage requires two people in love to walk into the palace together. You don't like me, and I don't like you either, so how can we get married?"
Qi Yan did not answer her directly.
He stroked her eyebrows, his eyes soft, "It's late, go to bed."
"oh."
After a long time, listening to the girl's steady breathing, the man leaned close to her ear and murmured, "Who said I don't like you?"
"Song Jiayi, I've been waiting for ten years. When will you let go of Feng Yuchen and look at me more? I'm obviously not bad either."
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