novelraw Chapter 389 - 200. Who taught you to use a man and then toss him aside, hmm?
Chapter 389 - 200. Who taught you to use a man and then toss him aside, hmm?
The undisguised mockery was like a knife, piercing Guan Ziyu’s heart perfectly, her beautiful face turning pale and then flushed.Her hand hanging by her side clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into the soft flesh of her palm. She glared at the man in front of her with resentment, "We’ve reconciled, haven’t we? What you’re doing is really too much."
She had waited in the restaurant for four hours, full of joy and anticipation as she did her makeup and picked out her outfit, while he was out here having fun.
If he wasn’t coming, why did he agree to the date?
Four years ago, she chose her career over him and broke up, but she regretted it soon after. She waited abroad for six months, and he never came after her. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to humble herself to ask for reconciliation.
That was why she wasted four years, giving those unworthy women a chance!
"I saw you once, and that’s reconciliation?" Huo Yihan chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing slightly, filled with both ridicule and scorn, "Even a primary school student wouldn’t be so self-deluded."
Hearing this, Guan Ziyu’s face turned ashen, her teeth biting into her lip, her eyes slightly reddened, making her look pitiful, "Huo Yihan, what do you mean?"
She lowered her pride to come back and reconcile, and this was his attitude?
"I don’t mean anything, our relationship ended four years ago, so don’t keep showing up in front of me," Huo Yihan ignored her delicate look that threatened to cry, his voice lazy yet indulgent, "Otherwise, the woman inside will be unhappy, and if she’s unhappy, I’ll be in a bad mood as well, and who knows, I might just take it out on the Guan Family."
It was a subtle threat.
In the past, socialite Guan Ziyu was Mr. Huo’s beloved. Anyone who wronged her would face his full wrath, if not amplified.
When had she ever been treated like this?
"Who is it?" Guan Ziyu asked, holding back her tears, repeating, "The woman inside, who is she?"
Over these four years, he was never without company, whether young models from the entertainment industry, actresses, or young ladies from wealthy families, each resembling a part of her, be it the eyes, the silhouette, or the style of dress... Everyone knew but said nothing, because no one dared to gossip about Mr. Huo.
She admitted it satisfied a woman’s vanity, which is why she was convinced he still loved her.
As long as she lowered her stance a little and stopped being aloof, he would pamper her as before.
But at this moment, all her confidence and pride crumbled.
Huo Yihan lost his patience, his handsome face showing irritation, "Whoever it is, it has nothing to do with you. Stop being tactless and causing noise here, or else she’ll be grumpy if she doesn’t sleep well."
Saying this, he slammed the door shut with a "bang."
Under the night sky, Guan Ziyu bit her lip hard.
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In the European-style bedroom, the white sheets of the two-meter bed were shockingly stained with bright red.
The air was filled with the lingering scent of intimate passion, seeping into Xu Moyi’s nostrils, reminding her of what Huo Yihan had done to her half an hour ago.
Waking up the next day after getting drunk and finding themselves on the same bed wasn’t new—it had happened, and not just once—but it had just been sleeping on the same bed together.
But tonight, she was sober.
She never expected Huo Yihan would do this to her on the night of her engagement with Xiao Ran...
The sheer dress could no longer be worn,
She continually cried, as though drying out all the tears from the day she met him until now.
It seemed ludicrous in the extreme.
Huo Yihan returned to the room, looking at the woman huddled at the head of the bed, her shoulders trembling slightly, a sharp pain suddenly surged in his heart.
He took long strides over to the edge of the bed and sat down, reaching out to tidy her messy hair, his voice low and hoarse, "Stop crying, if you keep crying, your eyes will swell."
Before the man’s fingers could touch Xu Moyi, she pushed him away forcefully.
She shrank back to the side of the bed near the floor-to-ceiling window as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, her eyes red and swollen, glaring at him.
The originally light and beautiful voice was now hoarse and choked, "Get out!"
Her eyes showed no hatred, only endless disappointment and disgust.
This kind of gaze was unfamiliar to Huo Yihan.
The woman’s rejection was too evident, with red marks still on her wrist, her hair wet with tears sticking to the skin of her cheek. Although her appearance was pitiful, it nonetheless evoked an inexplicable sense of desolation.
He had no doubt that if there were a knife beside her right now, she would stab it into his chest without hesitation.
His handsome features showed no trace of emotion as he got up and walked to the other side of the bed, his voice deep and raspy, "This is my house, where do you expect me to get out to?"
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Tears rolled from her eyes one after another, like beads breaking from a string. She closed her eyes tightly, restraining herself from rushing over and giving him a slap, "Fine, then I’ll get out."
She didn’t want to see him, even less stay in the same room as him.
Using both hands and feet, she climbed off the bed, her legs buckling the moment her feet touched the ground. Just before she fell, she was caught by the man and pulled into his embrace.
Xu Moyi tried to shake off the discomfort gnawing at her mind like ants, beginning to struggle violently, almost screaming, "Huo Yihan, don’t fucking touch me!"
"Are you planning on going out with your lower half bare like that?" Huo Yihan looked down at the woman in his arms, then, without changing his expression, tucked her back into the bed, not gently.
Hearing his words, Xu Moyi recalled she was only wearing a shirt, causing her face to flush red. "It’s none of your business; even if I’m completely naked it has nothing to do with you!"
As soon as she lifted the covers and propped herself up, she was pressed back onto the bed, her hands and feet pinned so tightly she couldn’t move, making her cry harder, shouting loudly, "Huo Yihan! Are you deaf or unable to understand human language? I told you not to touch me!"
The sweet scent of a maiden struggling in his embrace, fueling the desire of a man once he had tasted the sweetness, leaving him insatiable.
Huo Yihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, a smoldering agitation curling at the bottom of his eyes as he slowly asked, "Who taught you to throw a man aside after sleeping with him, hmm?"
Engagement? She could forget about it.
"Huo Yihan, have you no shame?" Xu Moyi momentarily forgot to cry, her face red enough to bleed, not from embarrassment but anger.
Huo Yihan raised an eyebrow, leisurely asking, "What is shame?"
Xu Moyi laughed in anger, her eyes filled with heavy sarcasm, "Oh, you want me to pay for your services, right? Alright, Mr. Huo, name your price."