Qian Yikun looked at the smile on her face. For a moment, he wanted to tear her smile apart. This terrifying thought came at such an uncontrollable speed.
He would never have come up with thoughts so cruel that it could be considered insane, but Mo Fei's existence stirred him up.
If someone told him that his love for this woman did not cause this, he would not have believed it himself.
"Can you... Not marry him?" Qian Yikun rested his forehead on Mo Fei's shoulder as he pleaded. He was like a child who was about to lose, praying for the last chance.
Even though he knew that Mo Fei's marriage with Ye Cong was laden with deals, he still could not convince himself to accept it.
"Whatever he can help you with, I can too."
Mo Fei leaned against the wall while feeling the warmth from his body. She wanted to return the hug, but in the end, she forced herself to stop.
Ye Cong could die, but he must not.
