Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 1011 - 20: Won’t Your Conscience Hurt When You Mock Your Own Boyfriend?

"Sorry."Ye Cheng said to the person and then closed the elevator door again.

When the 16th floor arrived, Ye Cheng suddenly grabbed the lying Zimei and dragged her out.

Once inside, Zimei rushed straight to the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror with smeared makeup, she suddenly didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

What was she doing?

If the man doesn’t love her anymore, does she just can’t go on?

If Ye Cheng really wanted to change his heart, she couldn’t stop him at all.

After washing her face clean, Zimei was about to turn around when she suddenly saw a few strands of women’s hair scattered on the wash basin.

Her heart ached fiercely again.

Once, she thought that if she worked hard enough, one day she would move Ye Cheng and make him accept her again.

But when faced with the harsh reality, no matter how painful or unwilling she was, she could only let go.

What was the point of wanting a man who didn’t love her completely?

Pushing the door open to go out, Zimei’s face appeared unusually calm, her clear eyes radiating a cold light, with no trace of a smile.

In the living room, Ye Cheng sat leaning against the sofa, his long, straight legs stretched out, his brows lowered, smoking silently.

In her impression, Ye Cheng rarely smoked.

While they were still together, Ye Cheng had been setting an example for her to quit smoking, enduring not touching it.

Although it was her who taught him to smoke in the first place.

She still remembered the first time Ye Cheng smoked, coughing endlessly, tears nearly streaming down.

And she laughed heartlessly beside him.

"Laughing at your boyfriend, doesn’t your conscience hurt?" Ye Cheng said discontentedly.

"No, you’re my source of happiness," Zimei replied without sensing the danger at that time.

Until Ye Cheng suddenly took a deep draw, unexpectedly pulled her over and sealed her with a kiss.

The smoke in his mouth passed into hers, choking her so badly she almost ran out of breath.

"Cough cough... Ye Xiaozheng, you, you’re so bad!" Zimei managed to stop coughing, pointing at him accusingly.

"Where am I bad?" Ye Cheng wrapped her waist again, pulling her close to him.

Zimei raised her pretty face, looking at the incredibly handsome man in front, suddenly speaking a bit shyly: "Everywhere."

"Since that’s the case, I don’t mind being a bit worse..."

With that, he leaned down, took her soft red lips into his mouth, invaded fiercely, entwining with her all the way to the bed...

What was once sweet is now just as hurtful.

Zimei shook away the memories soaked in honey, walked over to the man, and spoke coldly: "Ye Cheng, if you truly love her, I’ll let you two go."

Ye Cheng raised his eyes, looking deeply and profoundly into hers.

"Who do you mean?" After a while, his slightly hoarse voice was heard.

Zimei secretly pinched her palm, stopping the trembling, and said: "Stop hiding, there was a woman who spent the night here last night, her hair is left in the shower."

Ye Cheng suddenly understood something.

He suddenly stood up, towering over her at 1.88 meters, his tall and slender body imposing in front of her, creating an intangible pressure.

"I don’t like being misunderstood; please don’t jump to conclusions."

"Aren’t I stating the truth? There indeed was a woman in your place last night."

"One of my artists got drunk, so I let her stay the night... It’s not the filthy thing you’re imagining." He suddenly took a step closer, pressing her.

In the deep, dark phoenix eyes, unreadable emotions surged.