Song Yuan thought he had hidden it well, but just as Chen Mu had told Shen Lian, he knew everything.
The moment he found out, he decided Song Yuan was unworthy.
Chen Mu was no one precious or privileged, but he never trampled on other people.
"Chen Mu."
A sudden impulse surged into Song Yuan's heart.
He and Chen Mu were special to each other, weren't they?
He could defy...
"No need." Yet Chen Mu seemed to know what he was about to say and cut him off coldly. "I don't need anything to do with you."
Before Song Yuan could react, Chen Mu gave a faint laugh. "I have the best person in the world now."
The happiness in the young man's eyes and brows could not be faked.
It was no exaggeration: in that instant, Song Yuan felt as though someone had stabbed him clean through.
Song Yuan frowned slightly. "Are you joking with me?"
As if he hadn't noticed something shattering in Song Yuan's eyes, Chen Mu continued, "Song Yuan, even when things between us were at their ugliest, I never thought of finding some random person just to provoke you. I'm even less likely to do that now. I have something to do, so you..."
Before Chen Mu could finish, a powerful shove slammed him into the wall beside him. Song Yuan closed in at the same time. "Who?!"
The harsh scent of Song Yuan's cologne reached Chen Mu, immediately turning his stomach. He raised a hand and shoved him away. "Stay away from me!"
It felt as though someone had seized the air itself by the throat.
Chen Mu looked up. He truly found Song Yuan's face ugly at that moment.
The muscles at the corners of Song Yuan's mouth twitched uncontrollably, every breath seeming