He didn't look like he was lying. Maybe she was being paranoid.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say. I'm leaving."
Qiao Ruoxi turned to leave, but Qin Xuming stopped her. "Wait, Little Xi."
She had finished her question, but he was not done.
Unwillingness flashed across Qin Xuming's eyes, and his tone was unconsciously tainted with a hint of mockery.
"Little Xi, you're already Mrs. Feng now. You're the young mistress of a wealthy family. How could you fall for a poor kid like me? You can't even stand talking to me, right?"
Qiao Ruoxi felt a sharp pain in her heart when she heard his sarcastic tone.
Qin Xuming thought that he might have gone crazy or had a schizophrenia. He clearly loved her very much.
But why did he say those words to hurt her?
"I'm sorry, Little Xi. I shouldn't have said that to hurt you. I know you're not that kind of person."
"Tell me the truth. Did Feng Yunan force you?
