After hearing Tang Yu's thoughts.
Yang Zhilan harbored deep disgust for Ye Qiu, suddenly had a bright idea in her mind.
She suddenly hugged Tang Yu's neck.
He tiptoed slightly, leaned in, and kissed Tang Yu's lips.
When their warm lips touched.
Tang Yu could clearly feel Yang Zhilan's body tense up.
She kept her eyes closed, her face slightly flushed.
This was the first time she had ever initiated a kiss with a man.
Lacking experience, she awkwardly kissed him and then didn't know what to do next.
After seeing the two kissing.
It was Yang Zhilan who initiated the kiss.
Ye Qiu was completely stunned.
His pupils constricted, and his face was filled with disbelief.
Now, he can be absolutely certain that Yang Zhilan's Androphobia is truly cured.
Moreover, based on my understanding of her, she must genuinely like this bastard surnamed Tang.
That's when she'll take the initiative to kiss him.
What truly devastated him was...
He did this to brainwash Yang Zhilan back then.
He made it clear that he liked her soul, not her appearance.
He didn't make any intimate moves with her! Not even a kiss!
Cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, and he felt a mix of emotions.
There was humiliation, pain, sorrow, and also a hint of... inexplicable excitement.
These emotions intertwined within him, transforming into countless fine needles that pierced his heart.
Tang Yu was also bewildered by Yang Zhilan's initiative.
Then, when he came to his senses and wanted to teach Yang Zhilan what to do when kissing,
Yang Zhilan, her face flushed and panting, released him.
She was too shy to look him in the eye.
"You bitch, you slut, how could you do this to me after all these years of waiting and sacrifice?"
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Ye Qiu roared at the top of his lungs.
Some lies, when repeated too often, lead to excessive brainwashing.
He even started to believe it himself.
"So what? What does this have to do with me? Why would a married man tell me these things?"
Yang Zhilan looked at Ye Qiu with disdain and asked in return.
She held Tang Yu's arm tightly, and Tang Yu felt as if her arm was sinking into two clumps of cotton.
He saw Ye Qiu looking at him with a face full of resentment.
Tang Yu didn't back down at all.
Firstly, this guy has made it obvious that he wants revenge.
Secondly, if I were to pretend to be weak, it would contradict my established persona.
Why would a rich second-generation from Suhang be afraid of a gigolo?
If it doesn't fit the persona.
With this guy's intelligence...
They might very well guess that it was someone secretly plotting something.
So he put on the airs of a spoiled rich kid and looked at Ye Qiu provocatively.
"Isn't this the gigolo who spews shit? I heard you used to have a crush on my darling Zhilan?"
"She's my woman now, so you'd better be sensible and leave her alone."
"You saw it too."
"Zhilan's kiss wasn't for you, Ko no Tang Yu!"
After making a sarcastic remark, Tang Yu hugged Yang Zhilan and gave her another kiss on the lips.
After provoking them in this way...
Tang Yu pointed arrogantly at Ye Qiu and said.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't bother arguing with a piece of trash like you."
"Remember what I said, come to Suhang Street, and I'll rip off a whole bunch of hoods."
After provoking her, Tang Yu put her arm around Yang Zhilan and turned to leave with an arrogant gait that showed she didn't care about anyone else.
Ye Qiu stood still, motionless.
His nails dug into his flesh as he desperately suppressed the murderous intent within him.
This was the first time in his life he had ever wanted to kill someone so much.
But he simply couldn't.
Because once he makes a move, his identity will definitely be exposed, which will affect the entire plan!
Now is not the time to reveal our identities!
After watching Tang Yu and the other person leave, he was completely numb.
He watched helplessly as the woman he loved got together with another man.
He couldn't describe the pain in words.
He dazedly got on the electric scooter and didn't know how long he rode it.
Finally, it stopped in front of a fruit stand by the roadside.
The fruit stall owner was a middle-aged man with a fierce face.
Sitting next to him was a man with a somewhat dull appearance.
The two were sitting on a bench chatting.
Ye Qiu walked up to the fruit stand and asked blankly.
"Dude, how much is this melon per pound?"
"Two yuan a pound," the shopkeeper replied casually.
"Pick one for me."
The shop owner helped me pick out a melon, patted it a few times, and then asked, "How's this one?"
"Is your melon guaranteed to be ripe?"
Ye Qiu's face grew increasingly gloomy.
They seemed to have sensed a hint of murderous intent.
A fruit stand owner who had spent many years navigating the underworld.
He swallowed the words "You're deliberately picking a fight" and said with a friendly smile.
"I guarantee it's cooked through. I can cut it into pieces for you. If you don't like it, I'll give it to you for free."
"Okay, please cut it into three parts: one for the rind, one for the flesh, and one for the seeds."
Ye Qiu said coldly.
The fruit stall owner immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a cigarette, handed it to Ye Qiu, and put his arm around his shoulder, asking...
"You have many things you can't let go of?"
Ye Qiu remained silent, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Be more carefree in life," the fruit stall owner advised with a nonchalant smile.
Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean you have to be with them for life.
"I like a flower, but I don't necessarily have to pick it."
"I like the wind, can you ask it to stop so I can smell it?"
"I like clouds, so should I ask them to float down and cover me?"
"Sometimes, being too considerate of others' feelings can lead to losing yourself."
After being lectured by the fruit stall owner.
Ye Qiu lit a cigarette, took a drag, and silently walked away.
The fruit stall owner breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he left.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and put on a song called "Sarilang" to calm his nerves.
The man next to the fruit stand owner whispered, "Brother, why are you being so agreeable today?"
"Nonsense, that idiot just now had a face that looked like he'd been cuckolded, why bother provoking him?"
"I see."
After being comforted by the fruit stall owner...
Ye Qiu's mood improved slightly.
But the sense of defeat he felt still caused him immense pain.
After riding his bike back to Wuji Group, he went to Steward Ye's office.
In Yanjing, it seemed that he could only confide in Steward Ye.
After he told Steward Ye about his tragic experience...
Steward Ye wept uncontrollably in grief.
Our young master should be a true dragon soaring through the heavens!
Not only have I suffered countless injustices over the past five years, but now I've even been betrayed by the woman I love.
Seeing the young master's pained expression...
Steward Ye was also in great pain.
Because he had been secretly protecting Young Master Ye all these years, he had unknowingly developed feelings for him.
Of course, his feelings were neither romantic love nor homosexual love.
Instead, they treated Young Master Ye as their own son.
When the son is in pain, the father naturally feels pain as well.
" Young Master Ye, don't be too upset. I'll contact the Old Dragon King and help you get revenge."
Steward Ye knew perfectly well that this was against the rules.
But he still took out his phone and dialed the Old Dragon King's number.
He knew more information than Ye Qiu.
For example, the Old Dragon King has been secretly making plans in Mingzhu all this time.
We must completely annihilate the Yang Family who dared to plot against him back then!
Seize the opportunity to establish influence in Mingzhu and develop step by step!