Chapter 203
But even knowing An Ruo’s terror and continuing to be married to her, his mood was still very displeased.
Yun Feixue suddenly came back to her senses, lunged forward, and grabbed his arm, her eyes reddening as she frantically asked him, “Chen, you’re joking with me, aren’t you? You’re lying to me; how could you possibly not marry me! Everyone knows we’re getting married today; you wouldn’t deceive everyone!”
The man looked down at her, his face expressionless.
Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Yun Feixue’s heart shivered, and tears slid down her face.
“Tell me… you’re lying to me, please, tell me!” she stared at him, panicked and pleading.
Tang Yuchen raised his hand to caress her face, his action very gentle, giving the woman a fleeting sense of luck.
Perhaps he was really deceiving her, that he still loved her.
But his words, devoid of any warmth, cast her straight into hell.
“Baby, I’m not lying to you, I won’t marry you.”
Yun Feixue’s eyes widened in horror, her mind buzzing as it felt like the whole world was collapsing before her.
“You said… what?”
Tang Yuchen’s lips curved into a faint smile: “I said, I won’t marry you.”
“You’re lying to me!” the woman shook her head violently, screaming out of control, “Everyone knows you’re going to marry me, you said it yourself, asked me to marry you! The wedding dress is ordered, the rings are bought, you must marry me. Say it, is that true, is it?!”
Yun Feixue, who was always proud and reserved, could also lose control. Seeing her tearful face, the man’s gaze could not help but reveal a trace of pity.
“Baby, you’re wrong. I only told you that I would marry you. I have never told anyone else in the outside world that you are my bride. Now do you understand what I mean?”
He intentionally told only her, just to make her believe she was the bride.
He had planned all this from the beginning, just waiting to tell her today that he would not marry her!
He did it on purpose, purposely casting her into hell, he did it on purpose!
Realizing all this, Yun Feixue felt so cold, as if she fell into an ice cellar, her heart trembling with the chill.
“Why… must you do this to me?” she asked, trembling, her gaze hollow and lost.
Her sadness and grief did not move Tang Yuchen’s hardened heart in the slightest.
He curved his lips upward, lifting an arrogant and icy smile: “Actually, I still like you a bit. If possible, I would always treat you very well, very specially. It’s just too bad you shouldn’t have tried to play tricks in front of me.”
Yun Feixue jerked awake, grabbed his hand, and shook her head vigorously: “I didn’t, I never played any tricks in front of you, you’ve misunderstood!”
“Is that so?” Tang Yuchen coldly brushed off her hand, grabbed her chin, the chill of bloodlust in his eyes, “Then tell me, who sent me those photos? Was it not you?”
Yun Feixue’s pupils contracted, her body stiffening.
An Ruo also widened her eyes in astonishment; he actually knew about this…
“It wasn’t me…” the woman shook her head nervously, but already too disconcerted to keep up the facade, so her guilty eyes had already betrayed her.
Tang Yuchen looked at her indifferently, as if observing a lowly and insignificant ant.
Yun Feixue knew she could no longer hide the truth, so she threw herself on him, bursting into loud sobs.