Chi Zhengze was very angry—extremely angry, more furious than he had ever been.
By the time Ouya stepped into the hall, he had already been sitting on the sofa like a statue, waiting for her for a long time.
"You're back?"
Chi Zhengze's expression was perfectly calm, but the storm clouds churning in his eyes still betrayed his intense fury.
Ouya keenly sensed that something was wrong. Her neck instinctively shrank, and she stopped in her tracks.
Chi Zhengze reached out to her, his tone even. "Come here."
Ouya felt her scalp go numb under his gaze. She was terrified, but she still clenched her teeth and forced herself to slowly walk over.
Before she could even get close, he grabbed her hand and violently flung her onto the sofa.
What followed was an enraged roar, a terrifying bellow.
"You woman! Do you even have a heart?"
"I've never seen a woman more heartless than you!"
"I was sincere with you. For your sake, I compromised again and again. I even set aside my dignity and lowered myself to beg you not to leave, to beg you to come back.
"But I never expected you to throw my sincerity on the ground and trample all over it, stamping on it without mercy!"
"Let go of me! Let go of me! You're hurting me."
Ouya was shoved around until she felt dizzy, while waves of excruciating pain shot through her wrist as though it had been broken. She struggled in distress.
"I originally wanted to preserve some of your dignity. I never thought you'd be so insensible. Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, I no longer need to be so polite."
Chi Zhengze flung her away, bent down, hoisted her over his shoulder, and strode upstairs.
"What are you doing?