Chapter 1052 Or What?

The man tightly holds her waist, and every slight movement leads to his hand tightening further, locking her within his grasp, rendering struggles futile.

The warmth of his hand gently pats her back, and his thin lips graze her neck, moving upwards slowly. His deep voice reaches her ears, with breath hot against her earlobe.

“Behave, An’an, just be good…”

This intimate term makes Ling Qingan freeze instantly.

An’an?

How long has it been since Wen Jichen called her by that name?

Was it since the Ling Family went bankrupt? Or since she fled from him without second thoughts?

He used to call her that often, when waking her, when coaxing her to sleep, when she was happy or angry, when she pouted—almost all the time.

His voice was deep and enticing, the two words spilled from his throat, glossed over his lips, like aged wine, rich, intoxicating, easy to drown in.

But now it feels like another lifetime.

Since they met again, he called her only by her full name, in a tone laced with bitterness and hatred, as if he wished to kill her.

This kind of gentle and doting tone is rare now.

Is he drunk?

How could Wen Jichen be so gentle to her now?

Ling Qingan lowered her gaze, noticing the faint drunk look in his eyes, and tugged at her lips lightly.

Indeed, he is drunk.

She thought, how could the Wen Jichen who wished to kill her suddenly be so gentle?

Ling Qingan closed her eyes again, feeling utterly exhausted.

When it comes to Wen Jichen, she had never intended to be entangled with him again.

Thus, she didn’t want to continue this relentless entanglement.

They had long ceased to be anything to each other, a long time ago.

“Wen Jichen.” Ling Qingan spoke calmly, with extraordinary composure, “I don’t care if your actions now come from dissatisfaction, imbalance, or… Wen Jichen!!”

Ling Qingan called out solemnly, eyes snapping open.

The man nuzzled against her neck, but suddenly bit down on it.

Though not painful, the numbing sensation made her entire body go rigid.

Wen Jichen lifted his gaze to the girl with eyes wide in disbelief. Perhaps out of anger, her eyes burned with a fury, reddening her face, making her vivid and lively.

As though she were in front of insignificant others, gone was the initial coldness, aloofness, and indifference.

Wen Jichen curled his lips, his eyes dark. He lightly caressed her cheek, speaking softly, “And what else? Hmm?”

The alluring tone at the end made Ling Qingan’s heart quiver, but his casual manner ignited anger within her.

She said so much, and he hadn’t heard a word, reducing all her sentiments to nonsense?

Is this what he meant by being good?

She didn’t want to continue wasting time with him.

“I don’t care if your behavior stems from dissatisfaction, imbalance, or a desire to reconcile, but for the rest of my life, I want no further ties with you. Please don’t disturb me again, or else…”

“Or else what?”

Almost instantly, the hand caressing her cheek shifted to lift her chin.

Ling Qingan looked up, noticing the unchanged smile on his face, even the curve at the corners of his lips remained identical.

Yet such a gentle, even doting smile tightened Ling Qingan’s heart, making her instinctively step back.

The man swiftly pulled her back, his strong arm still encircling her waist.

“Hmm? Or else what?”

Though he smiles, it feels cold and bone-chilling, causing her body to shiver involuntarily.

“Or else I won’t mind disappearing from your world again.”

“…”

“…”

The long corridor was empty, quiet almost excessively.

Outside, the sound of wind howling seemed to batter the windows continuously.

Ling Qingan’s voice remained calm and indifferent, echoing through the vacant corridor.

Soon, the voice drifted away with the wind, gradually fading, leaving nothing behind.

What remained was a dead silence in the air and a resolute expression on her face, devoid of any hesitation.

“Ha.”

After a long while, the man’s low laughter echoed through the corridor, unsettlingly eerie in this quiet place.

“Ling Qingan, my patience tonight has worn thin thanks to you.”

Ling Qingan paused, looking at him with full alertness. “What do you intend to do?”

Gazing at the eyes that once held only him and now guardedly watched him, Wen Jichen’s lips curled, his eyes dark like ink, filled with desolation.