The girl's body was soft, exuding a faint fragrance. However, Bai Bo seemed unable to recover, his breathing rapid and ragged.
His arm, which was embracing the girl, suddenly tightened, allowing his overly flustered emotions to subside slightly.
He lowered his head, about to say something, when he saw a crystal tear slide down.
Bai Bo froze. The girl... was crying?
Was she scared into crying?
Bai Bo immediately became flustered, not knowing what to do. He awkwardly patted the girl's back, feeling as if his own eyes were burning from that tear.
"Don't cry... don't cry..."
He comforted her clumsily, his voice as gentle as flowing water.
However, before he could comfort her for long, the girl looked up, about to express her gratitude. But upon seeing the man's face, her expression turned icy.
Almost instinctively, she pushed him away without any mercy.
"Don't touch me."
Bai Bo felt as if his throat was being constricted. His chest ached as if a gaping hole had been torn open, and every breath sent a sharp pain through his lungs.
He stood there helplessly, afraid to approach, his eyes scarlet, looking at her in bewilderment.
The girl didn't even bother to say another word to him. She turned and hurried away.
But Bai Bo was utterly uneasy. He quietly followed behind the girl, watching her get into a taxi, and then quickly drove his car to follow.
Only when he saw the girl arrive home safely did he let out a sigh of relief.
This villa was a bit remote. Without thinking, Bai Bo knew it must belong to Wei Jingzhou.
As he thought this, he felt even more miserable, his heart feeling empty.
But then, the girl's dejected appearance flashed in his mind again, her delicate and beautiful face devoid of any color.
It was easy to guess that only Wei Jingzhou could have made the girl so sad.
A surge of intense jealousy was accompanied by indignant anger, a flame of hatred that almost incinerated his reason.
It must have been Wei Jingzhou!
It absolutely had to be him!!!
The man's scarlet eyes showed a frenzied malice, his handsome face contorted in a terrifying manner, sending shivers down one's spine.
—
Shen Yue called Wei Jingzhou again and again, but no one answered.
The system's electronic voice sounded somewhat excited: [An important plot point is about to unfold. You must be prepared.]
Shen Yue let her phone ring and ring.
[Understood.]
—
The club was very lively at night, a scene of decadent pleasure.
Wei Jingzhou leaned back on an expensive sofa, tilting his head, exhaling a ring of smoke. The faint wisps of smoke could not dissipate the persistent gloom in his eyes.
In the relationship between Wei Jingzhou and Shen Yue, it was unclear who had made the first move.
Or perhaps it was Shen Yue's seduction and his falling into the trap.
Undeniably, he had always been on the defensive; this relationship was essentially maintained by him alone, struggling.
Wei Jingzhou believed he loved Shen Yue far more than she loved him.
As for Shen Yue, she had always wanted to get away from him, especially after she became pregnant...
And it wasn't even known whose child it was.
All of this felt incredibly unfair to him.
Wei Jingzhou drank a lot, mixing various kinds of alcohol. He wanted to escape the pain of that moment, which was too excruciating, yet it made his mind even clearer.
Wei Jingzhou couldn't understand: if a relationship brought more pain than happiness, was there any point in continuing to love?
Hadn't he been good enough to Shen Yue? He would have gladly dug out his own heart for her.
Was he not even as important as the child who hadn't yet been born?
Wei Jingzhou couldn't comprehend it; he just felt so wronged.
Shen Yue had sought others behind his back, lied to him. He had merely spoken a few impatient words, but Shen Yue had looked at him with utter coldness.
Clearly, Shen Yue had said much more hurtful things, piercing his heart until it was riddled with holes, yet he had swallowed his pride and begged to appease her.
But he had only said one wrong thing, and Shen Yue seemed ready to abandon him.
He felt a pang of resentment. He wasn't someone who was unwanted. Why should he constantly try to win over someone who was indifferent to him?
If she didn't want him, then he didn't want her either.
What was the big deal? He could have any woman he wanted. What was Shen Yue to him?
He thought resentfully, but his chest felt increasingly constricted, so much so that his eyes became sore. The overwhelming sense of grievance and fear of abandonment made him unbearably uncomfortable.
He casually picked up a nearby bottle, not bothering to pour it into a glass, and tilted his head back for a long drink.
His friends nearby were startled by his desperate behavior and rushed to dissuade him.
"What's wrong? Anyone seeing you would think you'd been dumped, acting so melancholic."
Wei Jingzhou lowered his head, his prominent nose outlining a cold silhouette. He automatically filtered out the chattering sounds around him.
Wei Jingzhou, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head and asked the person beside him.
"Tell me, if... if the person you love betrayed you... what should you do?"
The young man beside him froze, his eyes widening in alarm. He cautiously observed Wei Jingzhou's expression, and after a long moment, he couldn't discern anything.
He simply couldn't believe these words were coming from Wei Jingzhou.
He was also shocked, wondering who dared to betray Wei Jingzhou with such audacity, not fearing being crippled.
Mulling it over, the young man nervously replied, "Well, I believe that if there's betrayal, there's no need to stay together. It's better to just separate."
Wei Jingzhou fiddled with the wine bottle, his knuckles turning white, murmuring as if he were deranged.
"No, I can't, I can't separate."
The young man scratched his head and thought of another suggestion.
"Then how about you also find a woman to flirt with? Uh, just for show, of course. At least make the other person feel a sense of crisis, maybe then they'll realize your importance."
Wei Jingzhou fell into thought, his fingers gripping the wine glass tightly.
In the dim light, Wei Jingzhou's features appeared even more handsome. His physique was tall and strong, his muscles exuding explosive power.
However, his overly sharp eyes and brows made him difficult to approach, coupled with his overwhelming aura, almost no one dared to meet his gaze directly.
After a pause.
Wei Jingzhou said to the young man, "Call her."
He had turned off his own phone and recited the password he knew by heart.
"Tell her to come over."
The young man complied. The phone rang only twice before it was answered.
He hadn't heard the girl's voice all day, and hearing it now made Wei Jingzhou's eyelids twitch. The fingers gripping the wine glass froze, and he held his breath, straining his ears to listen.
"Brother Wei is drunk. Sister-in-law, would you like to come and pick him up?"