Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me

Chapter 518: V395: Zixuan, do you really love me? Or, do you actually love your family more?

In that moment, how Feng Chengjin felt the lightning bolt hit his already dizzy and chaotic mind, he didn’t know.He only knew that at this moment, his lips curved into an extremely sarcastic trace of disbelief, "What did you say?"

Gu Zixuan’s autumn-like eyes trembled and gathered, and when she raised her eyes to meet his again, all that was left was a shimmering wave.

"I said, we’ve already broken up, Feng Chengjin. I’ve thought it through carefully. We’re really not suitable for each other at all. From the beginning, the relationship was built on deception. It was your inability to take responsibility and admit it that made me endure an eight-year alternative marriage. When we met again, I thought you were waiting for me for eight years, but now it’s not like that. You were just taking revenge on our family, too afraid to come see me..."

Facing the bitter smile that instantly formed at the corners of Feng Chengjin’s mouth, Gu Zixuan continued, "As for later, you obviously knew who I was, yet you never told me the truth. Back then, I was always foolish, thinking that maybe you just didn’t want me to bear the fact that I once, as He Qimo’s girlfriend, betrayed He Qimo, and wanted me to enjoy a pure love. But later, I realized I was overthinking. You were just exploiting my feeling of unworthiness, step by step making me want to be moved by you, to depend on you."

"Zixuan..." Feng Chengjin shook his head, speechless with discomfort, his heart aching but unable to speak.

Gu Zixuan’s eyes reddened, and she continued, "In the end, you even went so far as to try to tie me by your side with marriage and a child..."

At this line, Feng Chengjin couldn’t listen any further. In bitter despair, he stepped closer and said, "Is this really how you think of me? Zixuan, no matter what else you say about me, I can take it, but why think this way about the child and marrying you?"

The familiar scent closed in, and Gu Zixuan almost couldn’t resist the urge to snuggle into it.

She took a step back, looked up, and angrily said, "How else can I think! Otherwise, why were you so eager to start registering the marriage? When we were just delayed once, and the second time I asked you to go, you started to back out after seeing my dad?"

Feng Chengjin fell silent, looking at Gu Zixuan, his deep Mo Tong eyes tearing, collapsing to the extreme.

"Then, to get back at my father, when he got into trouble, you relied on the fact that I had your child, yet you did nothing when you could have helped from the beginning."

Feng Chengjin was speechless, looking at Gu Zixuan, his lips even paler.

"Finally, when I asked why you did it, you were also speechless. Feng Chengjin, if you have a reason you could explain, why wouldn’t you tell me?"

Gu Zixuan was "angry," and as she spoke, her eyes couldn’t help shedding tears.

She paused, watching as Gu Zixuan’s arm trembled, as if she could no longer stay and was about to turn and leave.

Feng Chengjin stepped forward and embraced her.

When the towering figure blocked out the sky, it came with blazing warmth, but Gu Zixuan understood that part of this blaze came from his body temperature, and part from his high fever.

Her heartbeat trembled.

Feng Chengjin, close to her hair, said bitterly, "Why say such hurtful things to yourself and to me? Zixuan, I know you’re in a really bad mood now and want to lose your temper. I can accept all this. If you want to vent, I’ll let you. But even if everything was fake, if I hid it from you, don’t you still know whether my feelings for you are real? Moreover..."

Feng Chengjin paused, painfully saying, "What do you want to know? I’ll tell you. As long as... you’re willing to believe."

The last three words, Feng Chengjin said with self-mockery.

Because now, with no evidence, and having shattered Zixuan’s trust, he didn’t know what words could make her believe again.

He himself had no confidence.

However, no matter how much Feng Chengjin’s words defied his once proud nature, they did not bring back the slightest "emotion" from Gu Zixuan.

Being held in his warm embrace, listening to his gentle words at any time.

Her eyes and heart both trembled, almost wanting to be indulged. After a flash of hollow despair.

"Sorry, it’s too late. I don’t want to listen anymore."

She pushed him away harshly again and turned to leave.

And such force, on a normal day, wouldn’t have been able to push even one of Feng Chengjin’s arms.

Today, Feng Chengjin was too weak. Coupled with the palpitations and dizziness of the IV drip, the discomfort of climbing the stairs, he couldn’t catch his breath, and in the next instant, he was caught off guard and pushed against the lamppost by the flowerbed.