"May I ask for your courtesy not to say that in front of my fiancée? Even if I were to stay here alone, it's very inappropriate for you to come looking for me, Miss Yu." Qi Chengzhi continued coldly, "I only spend my birthdays with my loved ones. Go home, Miss Yu."
"Fiancée?" Yu Keyao's smile vanished instantly. Her gaze shifted to Qi Chengzhi and Song Yu's entwined fingers—the presence of a ring on Song Yu's ring finger was a glaring sight.
From the ring, Yue Keyao's eyes then traveled upward to Song Yu's face. She was almost unable to recognize Song Yu because the latter's expression was so cold. Eventually, her gaze landed on Qi Chengzhi's face.
"It's okay. All I want is to wish you a happy birthday." Another, much sweeter smile appeared on Yu Keyao's face with an impudence that seemed to be saying, 'You might not love me, but you can't stop me from loving you.'
