Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the afternoon, the sprawling floor-to-ceiling window in the cafe let in bright sunlight.
Ji Anan pushed open the door and walked in with a stony expression on her face.
Ji Xinxin sat on Shi Zihan’s lap coquettishly, one hand on the crane of his neck. “Your posture is really weird today. I guess what happened last night isn’t something you do all the time?”
Ji Anan’s hands were itching with the overwhelming urge to slap her across the face. “You spiked my drink?”
Ji Xinxin’s hand went to the Shi Zihan’s collar and traveled underneath his shirt. Her hands fondled his chest as she feigned ignorance. “With what drugs? I don’t understand. Did you really make love to a man?”
“Anan, it seems like I’ve misjudged you.” Shi Zihan’s face was full of loathing. “For three years, you refused to let me lay a single finger on you, yet behind my back…”
Ji Anan stared at him in astonishment. No one would have guessed that this man, who had always begged her to be with him, could become so coldhearted towards her in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, she only felt nauseous as she gazed at Shi Zihan’s dashing face.
“The amount of time you two have been together is the same amount of time we’ve been sleeping together.” Ji Xinxin haughtily lifted her chin in the air. “I’m now pregnant with Zihan’s baby…”
“Dancing with the devil while you’re pregnant? So, you really aren’t afraid of having a miscarriage?” Ji Anan’s hands gripped the table while she let out a cold laugh. “Yet with your looks, it would truly be a disaster if the baby resembled you. In that case, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to raise her with monkeys or pigs?”
Ji Xinxin was fuming with rage as she spat, “You should take a good look at yourself first!”
Ji Anan had a messy head of unruly curls, and black-rimmed glasses framed her makeup-free, freckled face. She was the very embodiment of a country bumpkin.
This was only a disguise she wore to evade her enemies, since she had once been a glamorous and highly sought-after socialite by the name of Su Qianmo!
Ji Anan raised her hand high, on the verge of striking Ji Xinxin.
Shi Zihan’s hand caught hers in the air. “I know you still love me, but our relationship is already in the past.”
Love? All Ji Anan wanted was justice for having her virginity stolen from her. She also wouldn’t have minded slapping Ji Xinxin. “Let go of me! I won’t let this matter end this simply!”
“Anan, after you left Zihan, no man wanted you, yet you stubbornly clinging to him so shamelessly is truly crossing the line. For the past three years, you threatened suicide, drug abuse, and self-torture in a desperate attempt to stay with him! If it weren’t for Zihan’s last shreds of compassion, I would have kicked you out long before! Since you’ve been fooling around with other people, get the hell out, or else I’ll be forced to dirty my hands and make you!”
“If you’re going to distort the facts like this, aren’t you afraid of me retaliating?” Ji Anan had a menacing look on her face. “Are you willing to bet that I couldn’t force you to have a miscarriage right here and now?”
She had stolen her boyfriend from her, set her up, and smeared her name.
Shi Zihan shot up from his seat in alarm and knelt on the ground. “I’m the one at fault here…”
Ji Anan sucked in a breath in shock.
“Please forgive me. Xixin and I have true feelings for each other.”
Ji Anan had become the center of attention in the cafe, and she couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “How can you be so shameless?”
For the past three years, he was actually the one that had been stubbornly clinging to her!
“Don’t hurt Xinxin. She’s pregnant with my child…”
If breaking them up was the end goal, then she wanted them to spit it out. Why beat around the bush by playing dirty tricks?
Ji Anan felt like she must have been blind to misjudge him. “Shi Zihan, I will make you regret what you’ve done!”
“Xinxin likes that necklace I gave you very much…”
Ah, so this was the reason he had asked to meet with her.
Ji Anan yanked the necklace off her neck and forcefully broke the chain, then flung it at his face.
Ji Xinxin took the necklace and held the treasured possession in her hands as she said, “I recorded everything you said today. If you bother Zihan anymore, we’re calling the cops.”
Ji Anan sneered as she left. “You can have that scumbag all to yourself.”
…
An extra-long Bentley RV was parked quietly outside the café.
With twelve doors and the lofty Beiming family emblem printed on it, it was exceedingly extravagant.
The man inside the dark vehicle, who was holding a crystal glass, had a side profile that was almost godly with how physically perfect it was.