"Why do you think he left you? I'll tell you." Qin Yuheng stepped forward, his gaze sharpening.
"Because you treated him as nothing more than an object. How could an object have thoughts or feelings? But he's a person, and he has the right to choose. So when he chose to leave you, you felt angry and resentful. You think you can control everyone? You can't even understand why someone would rather walk away from you without a penny, because apart from money, you have nothing."
"So when you saw us together, all you could do was assume, in your shallow way, that he wanted more money and power. You thought too little of him, and too little of yourself."
"All those supposedly moving gestures of yours were nothing but fake, childish theatrics to satisfy your need to perform! I threatened you a few times, and you didn't dare go near him again. Is that what you call love? It isn't. To you, every emotional investment requires a risk assessment. It's a weight you can put on a scale, and on the other side are your own interests."
"Cowardly, selfish, and utterly worthless. That's who you really are."
Qin Yu's breathing grew ragged. Looking at the man right in front of him, he involuntarily retreated two steps, guilt mingling with the anger in his eyes.
As far as he remembered, Qin Yuheng had always been a man of few words-or had simply never bothered talking to him. This was the first time he had said so much to him.
But he couldn't accept that this was the kind of person he was in Qin Yuheng's eyes.
He wanted to say something, but he had no way to refute him. Even he was beginning to waver. What Qin Yuheng said seemed