Only then did Lu Jingwen notice how much she had changed, and he was dazzled for a moment.
But when he saw her reddened eyes and her weak, pleading gaze, that brief amazement vanished without a trace.
"Su Qiao, I don't want to hurt you, but feelings can't be forced. I think you've seen it too—I like Xiao Lan."
"I like girls who can endure hardship, who are strong, confident, and kind-hearted, not girls like you..."
Girls like you, who have never suffered, like flowers raised in a greenhouse, or dodder that can only cling to a man to survive.
Although he left the rest unsaid, Su Qiao already understood what he meant.
She despised him inwardly.
If you didn't like me, you should have said so sooner. All these years, did anyone sew your mouth shut?
Su Qiao's gaze instantly dimmed, as though she were forcing herself to hold back her sorrow. "She... Is she really as good as you say? Am I really as terrible as you think?"
Thinking of Xiao Lan, who had turned off her phone and no one knew where she had run off to, Lu Jingwen had lost his patience for dealing with Su Qiao as well. He rose and prepared to leave.
"In any case, there will never be anything between us. I've already given you the compensation you wanted, but I also hope you'll do what you promised me."
If it hadn't been for Xiao Lan's return to the Su family, he would never have taken out three percent of the shares, nor would he have suspended the pressure he was putting on the Su family's company.
"Stop causing trouble for Xiao Lan. Also, persuade your father to bring Xiao Lan back and make up for all the fatherly love she's been