Overwhelmed with grief, her bloodshot eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she spat out a venomous voice through gritted teeth, "Luo Xiaoyi, you bitch, I hate you!"
At this moment, Lin Hongyu, standing at the entrance of the villa, was extremely frustrated. He punched the wall, and blood actually flowed from his fist. However, he could not feel the pain because his heart was bleeding.
Lin Hongyu's bodyguard was immediately terrified and trembled. He quickly grabbed a handkerchief to help his master bandage the wound, but Lin Hongyu's bewitching black eyes turned bloodshot. He shouted angrily, "Get away!" The bodyguard was so frightened that he immediately dared not approach him.
Lin Hongyu did not get the kind of pleasure he wanted from taking revenge on Luo Xiaoyi. On the contrary, he felt even more pain. Heavens, why is he suffering so much!
He was a dissolute rich kid who had never taken women seriously before. "Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes"—this was a true reflection of Lin Hongyu's life.
However, ever since he met Luo Xiaoyi, to his surprise, he tasted the sweetness of love. But happiness was fleeting, like a shooting star. After the brief sweetness, he was plunged into hellish pain and torment...
The woman he deeply loved caused his family to be destroyed. Isn't that the greatest irony?
What is love? For him, it's probably just pain...
Luo Xiaoyi was in a terrible mood. Lin Hongyu hated her so much that he wouldn't sell her the villa, she couldn't find her younger brother, and her father was so aggressive. She had just married a man with ulterior motives for money.
She didn't know how to get through the days that followed.
Sigh, no matter what, she still has to face it. Her mother once said that the current bad situation is because it's not the end yet. As long as she works hard, everything will be alright in the end.
Thinking about it this way, she forced herself to cheer up again.
Just then, Mo Nan called her, saying that President Ou was coming to pick her up for dinner.
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A world-class limited-edition Rolls-Royce drove imposingly down the road, followed closely by two other luxury cars filled with bodyguards dressed entirely in black.
Inside a Rolls-Royce.
Mo Nan was driving, and in the back seat, President Ou was holding a business laptop. He looked at the listless Luo Xiaoyi who had just gotten into the car, his brow furrowed slightly, and his magnetic voice was so warm, "Xiaoyi, what's wrong? You don't look well?"
Luo Xiaoyi smiled faintly at his handsome face, "It's nothing, maybe I'm just a little tired?"
Upon hearing this, Ou Zihan realized she was clearly lying. Looking at her face and eyes, there was a clear trace of sadness and desolation, as if she had been dealt a blow. Since Xiaoyi didn't want to talk about it, he didn't press further.
He looked at her with tenderness in his deep black eyes, gently stroking her face with his large hand, as if her face were a precious and fragile object, and he was so careful with her.
His sexy lips moved slightly, his voice gentle and soft, "Baby, since you're tired, come into my arms and get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."
His voice was like the winter sun, instantly warming Luo Xiaoyi's cold heart.
She blushed and became nervous, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh, that's not what I meant. It's alright, I'm not that tired anymore."
“Really? I don’t think so.” Ou Zihan’s tone was flippant, yet not without a hint of flirtation. He curled his lips into a meaningful smile.
"No, that's not it, I mean..." Sigh, how was she supposed to explain? She was just in a bad mood and didn't want to tell him the truth, but this devilish man actually interpreted it as her wanting to throw herself into his arms. What kind of logic was that?
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