Undeniably, Xie Jinghui is a born ambitious man and strategist; he is excellent and ruthless enough.
He can be ruthless when dealing with others, and he can be just as merciless with himself.
The moment he handed the phone to Shen Shuangjian, Xie Jinghui had already considered the worst, best, most difficult, and optimal solutions.
Xie Jinghui had considered all of this: Shen Sixian would be angry, would misunderstand, would target him, and would make it even harder for him to see Shen Shuangjian.
"It was my fault, I was shameless."
Xie Jinghui's tone was indifferent and calm, and even when he scolded himself, he did so with utmost seriousness and sincerity.
Not satisfied with that, he raised his hand and slapped her again, his profile appearing especially sharp.
To gain something, you have to pay a price, and Xie Jinghui was willing to pay those prices.
If you ask him whether there was a better solution before Shen Sixian discovered it.
Of course.
If Xie Jinghui, he could have continued to deceive Shen Shuangjian, making him cover for him and tell Shen Sixian that he wanted to rest.
Or, in the end, don't hand the phone out at all.
When it comes to deep scheming, Xie Jinghui believes he is second to none.
But he would never use such cunning schemes on Shen Shuangjian.
Because kissing and more intimate caressing are not acts of bullying, but rather behaviors that only lovers can engage in.
Leaving him isolated and helpless, with no one to confide in when he feels wronged, is what truly bullies him.
Xie Jinghui that she had promised and would never bully him.
Therefore, he willingly accepts whatever comes his way, regardless of time or place.
Shen Sixian is not Shen Shuangjian; he is not so easily swayed by soft hearts, nor will he readily believe in someone's self-inflicted suffering.
He didn't even bother to chuckle, as if he'd heard something amusing.
" Xie Jinghui, don't you find this attitude disgusting?"
Shen Sixian's gaze was mocking, but his expression grew even colder.
"You're shameless, you're worse than a beast. Do you think saying it yourself can be considered self-reflection?"
Xie Jinghui, of course, couldn't reason with Shen Sixian.
After all, from his perspective, Xie Jinghui was just a beast who coveted his younger brother and couldn't control himself.
He didn't know that he was the lover whom Shen Shuangjian had kissed first, nor did he know how desperately he had longed for her to embrace the graceful white bird.
So no matter how angry Shen Sixian is now, how he treats him, or how he humiliates him, Xie Jinghui will not feel the slightest anger.
Because he and Shen Shuangjian were about to announce to the world that they had begun a passionate romance.
Unfortunately, these things cannot be said now, because if he did, given Shen Sixian's current mood, it would only add fuel to the fire.
Therefore, Xie Jinghui did not defend himself much, and in fact, he believed he had nothing to defend.
After all, he was the one who had angered Shen Shuangjian her earlier. He had done such a thing, so paying the price for his infidelity was well worth it.
"Mr. Shen, it was my fault for losing control."
Xie Jinghui lowered his eyes and admitted his mistake, but even after taking two steps back, he still insisted on getting back half a step.
"But my current relationship with Shuangjian, according to other people, should be considered..."
Xie Jinghui paused, then looked up with a smile in her eyes.
"About to fall in love..." Smack!
Before Xie Jinghui could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face, turning his head to the side and forcing him to stop talking.
"Dream!"
Shen Sixian seemed to have no desire to hear what he was about to say.
" Shuangjian would never like someone like you. Stop indulging in wishful thinking and making things up in your head. It's disgusting!"
Shen Sixian has always been a naturally sharp-tongued and sarcastic person, but because he prides himself on being arrogant and indifferent for so long, he rarely encounters anyone who can make him sharp-tongued and sarcastic.
But at this moment, it's hard to say whether it was a guess that was originally unwilling to believe that was spoken out, or simply disgust that Xie Jinghui was trying to get involved with Shen Shuangjian.
But in the end, Shen Sixian showed no mercy, only using the most piercing and cutting words to humiliate and mock Xie Jinghui.
"Don't you know what kind of person you are? How many heinous things have you done? How many families have you ruined and killed?"
"Even if you rip your own heart out, you still can't tell whether it was always cold, or whether it became cold after it was ripped out."
"Do I need to remind you? Someone like you, so calculating and scheming, doesn't even deserve to talk about love."
People like them, even when their words are like knives stabbing at someone, know what the other person cares about most and what hurts them the most.
Shen Sixian had no doubt that even if he called Xie Jinghui a beast worse than a pig or a dog, and said he should go to the eighteenth level of hell, Xie Jinghui would calmly say that he was right.
But Shen Sixian never spoke useless words, much less did useless things, so his blade always aimed at the spot that would hurt Xie Jinghui the most.
" Xie Jinghui, what makes you think Shuangjian would want to be entangled with someone like you for the rest of her life?"
The head, which had been knocked to the side, finally stiffened at this moment.
Xie Jinghui back and his eyelids twitched slightly, a fleeting moment of trembling that proved his composed facade had been shattered.
Do you think that pretending to be a compassionate person who wishes he could instantly become a Buddha and tolerate everything will be of any use?
As he chuckled, Shen Sixian caught a glimpse of Xie Jinghui's clenched fingers.
"If you don't want Shuangjian to know how ruthless and heartless you used to be, remember these slaps today, and stay away from him from now on."
Shen Sixian might not let this matter go so easily; both of them knew this better than anyone else.
The door slammed shut, but Xie Jinghui remained motionless, as if nailed to the spot by those words, in the coldest and most painful place.
Xie Jinghui was never afraid to hear insults like "worse than a beast" or "cold-blooded and heartless." What he feared was that Shen Shuangjian would one day find out what kind of person he truly was.
These uneasy fears had lingered in his heart ever since the day he began to approach Shen Shuangjian.
He used to be high and mighty, and everyone he met addressed him with a respectful, fawning " Mr. Xie."
What he used to be most skilled at and most proud of was strategizing and driving people to their doom. As long as he could get what he wanted, what did other people's suffering or pleas have to do with him?
When families are destroyed, wives and children are separated, and one is at their lowest point, a rope or a tall building can be the end.
But ever since he came to Shen Shuangjian's side, just as Shen Sixian said, he seems to have suddenly learned to be tolerant.
Always be patient and yielding, leave others some leeway and a way out, all for the sake of a false reputation.
But what he fears is being cursed, told that he will surely go to the eighteenth level of hell; is he afraid of karma and reincarnation, that retribution will be inevitable?
Xie Jinghui afraid that these karmic obstacles would befall the people he loved.
What he feared even more was that Shen Shuangjian would one day tear off his gentle and refined facade, discovering that deep down he was actually rotten and cold, and that he would constantly emit a stench whenever anyone got close to him.
Therefore, Xie Jinghui was afraid.
The fear that chilled me to the bone, the fear that made me tremble with apprehension, the fear that made me wish I could go back to the past—none of it ever actually happened.