Wen Shaoyu considered himself handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. Never mind Lincheng-he could do well for himself even abroad.
Yet someone simply refused to fall for any of that. Everything that should have happened had happened, and he thought they were dating, only to be told, "We're both adults. There's no need to take responsibility."
How was that any different from whispering, "Surely Young Master Wen can handle a little fun?" in his ear? Worse, the man looked utterly serious as he drove one knife after another into his heart.
"Young Master Wen, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't afford to play those games you rich people play. I just want to work and live peacefully in my own circle."
"Let's leave this accident at that."
It was no exaggeration: Wen Shaoyu's face darkened on the spot, and he wanted to drag him away and fuck him until he could never say those things Wen Shaoyu hated hearing again.
But when he met his eyes, he couldn't make a single move. Wen Shaoyu's fury gradually cooled.
Forget it. It wasn't as if he had to have him.
With a cold snort, Wen Shaoyu turned and walked away without the slightest reluctance, the icy air around him making passersby move out of his way.
He didn't stop until he reached his car. The underground parking garage was frighteningly quiet.
The next second, Wen Shaoyu viciously kicked a tire. "Fuck!"
Back at the banquet, Si Yanzhuo, who rarely saw him looking so dejected, held his wineglass and teased him relentlessly, determined to pay him back for all the sneers and sarcasm he had once endured.
Wen Shaoyu kept a dark expression as he downed one drink after another.
"Drowning your sorrows only makes them worse."
Si Yanzhuo finally rediscovered