Chapter 13: Don't cry for him, it's not worth it

  Her voice successfully stopped his footsteps. After a suffocating silence, she finally got the answer she wanted, which was heart-wrenchingly painful.

  The warehouse door was wide open, and the dark night outside seemed to swallow him whole. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, his words piercing her heart like an icy arrow: "I never knew you were this kind of woman."

  After he said that, he didn't hesitate to walk out quickly, his rapid footsteps were either to escape her as soon as possible or because of his own complicated emotions.

  Benhua followed behind Ye Shengge, looking at Qian Lixia's pale face for a moment, revealing some unbearable expression, wanting to say something anxiously, but was pulled by Hao Liangyu and walked out, "Benhua," she helplessly turned her head and left behind Ye Shengge.

  The warehouse door was wide open, and the bright moonlight poured in. With the man's departure, everything suddenly turned into a fleeting illusion.

  Qian Lian Xia's lips trembled, biting her lower lip to hold back the sound of her impending tears. Her eyes were already a misty haze. Her clear and bright eyes widened in shock, as if she didn't dare believe it, trying hard to discern whether the voice she had just heard was really his, spoken from his own mouth. If it was indeed him who said it, why did she feel so cold, cold enough to numb her limbs and make her whole body weak?

  Outside that dark warehouse, it was like an abyss, as if it would also suck her soul in, so black, so deep.

  She knew he must have misunderstood her, but if he really liked her, how could he misunderstand her for that woman? He said the woman was just a pawn in his hands, and he was only using her; he said the one he liked was her, yet he spoke such cruel words to her for that woman. Is this what it means to like someone? If so, is there anything cheaper than this kind of liking?

  Situ Shangxuan looked at her staring blankly at the lonely figure outside the warehouse, and his heart felt desolate. He took out the cloak he had brought with him and walked forward to wrap her frail body in his arms, wrapping it tightly with the spacious cloak.

  His perfectly arched chin rested on her hair, and his palm gently patted her back. "Don't cry, he's not worth it."

  Qian Lian Xia raised her chin stubbornly, "I didn't cry, who would cry for a person like him?"

  "What's this?" Situ Shangxuan's slender fingers, smooth as jade porcelain, gently stroked her eye corners, his warm fingertips carefully wiping away the tears.

  "I..." Qian Lian Xia choked out a single word, and then couldn't say anything else. With a heavy heart, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, roughly smearing away those "evidences" she didn't want to acknowledge.

  "Zhou Zhou," he gently turned her body, his bright and glossy dark green eyes fixed tightly on her clear big eyes. Qian Lian Xia's breathing caught, her disheveled figure reflected in the depths of his deep-set eyes, almost drowning.

  His voice was as gentle as the March breeze that had not yet arrived, "Don't let me see you cry for him again, don't you understand? He likes you, but it's impossible for him to only like you. Besides, he likes you just because he wants to use you, Zhou Zhou, even if you can't like me, don't fall in love with him either. Ye Sheng Ge is a terrible person, his heart is so sinister that it's hard to imagine. I don't want you to end up like a moth flying into the fire."

  Every word and sentence from Situ Shangxuan was like a knife with a hook, carving out small mouths on her bloody wounds. Although he didn't want to say it, prolonged pain is not as good as brief pain after all.

  "Congee, Ye Shengge is not as simple as he appears on the surface. He has had many women, countless women. Most of the high-society celebrities have been involved with him...” The words that Si Tu Shangxuan wanted to say were stuck in his throat under Qian Lianxia's gaze, which was so clear and sparkling like water."

  "What's next?" Kirenai Natsu asked with a forced smile despite the intense pain in her heart.

  "Let's go home, you've had a shock today too." Si Tu Shang Xuan avoided her bitter yet scorching gaze and changed the subject.

  He held her and strode out in big steps. The bodyguards were already ahead of them, quickly opening the car door.

  Qian Lian Xia didn't go in, but instead looked at him anxiously and said, "And then what? You haven't finished speaking."

  Situ Shangxuan picked her up horizontally and put her on the back seat, then opened the door on the other side and got in.

  "Is that all? I want to know how much he cheated me, I want to know?" She grasped his sleeve tightly.

  Cai Shangxuan's bright eyes dimmed, the pain in her eyes made him heartache, how could he bear to tell her more, she couldn't take it. "Listen, let's go home."

  "No way, I want to know, you tell me!" Qian Lixia's stubbornness came up, and she refused to let go.

  Situ Shangxuan suddenly felt a mix of sadness and laughter, actually he could have told her all the truth, giving that so-called rival a heavy blow, but he was afraid that after telling her, she would only be more hurt. Compared to his original intention, he feared seeing her tears even more.

  Qian Lian Xia still grasped his sleeve, and the driver in front was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, thinking that this young lady was really formidable. The young master usually wouldn't even let people touch him, let alone grab his sleeve like this.

  Inside the carriage, a long and profound silence. The scenery outside the window gradually shifted from that dilapidated suburb to a bustling downtown area.

  The streetlights shone down, illuminating Qian Lixia's determined and strong face. Situ Shangxuan's lips curled up in a bitter smile as he replied, "Alright, follow me home quietly, and when we get back, I'll tell you, okay?"

  Without waiting for her response, Situ Shangxuan's long arms had already wrapped around her slender body, his cool lips pressed against her forehead, sighing repeatedly: "Zhou Zhou, why can't you feel that everything I do is for your own good?"

  His car sped away, but he just wanted to stay in this space with her, a world that only belonged to the two of them.

  Haitian Villa, after the car door opened, Ye Shengge walked into the villa alone, looking lost and dispirited, with Ben Hua and Hao Lianmou following closely behind.

  Gong Zi Ji struggled to open the car door alone, stumbling out and looking at the ruthless back in front of her. She suppressed the urge to cry, biting her teeth, and took difficult steps towards the figure in front of her.

  As she walked into the villa, there was a sound of teacups shattering. She looked up to see Ye Shengge staring at her with anger, his hand bleeding from the fine porcelain shards that had pierced it.

  A row of teacups on the tea table were all scattered and broken on the floor.

  What was shattered, was it the teacup or someone's heart that could never be whole again?

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