Inwardly, Chen Ziyi was screaming, 'Zuo Aiai, I made you betray me, I made you leave me!' But outwardly, he said nothing.
'See, this is what you get,' he told himself.
"Lingyue is right, you are my ex-fiancée, and even I don't even mind if he's old. Why are you still wasting time? Bring him here," he said aloud.
Zuo Aiai did still love Chen Ziyi.
Even if everyone else in the room had pointed their fingers at her, she would not feel any heartache or sadness.
But every time Chen Ziyi smiled and raised his dagger to stab her...
She still felt pain.
He was probably doing it in retribution.
What was that saying again?
"The person who can hurt you is the one you love most, and the love you give him is the greatest weapon he can use against you."
Chen Ziyi had once given this weapon to her, and now she had given it to him.
She bit her lower lip hard. The intense pain cleared her mind a little. When she turned around, her face had changed into the same indifferent expression as before, a smile that was not a smile.
"Miss Lin is right. He is indeed old, and his waist and legs are not good. Not to mention that his hair is white,...but I still like him. There's nothing one can do when love comes. Besides, he doesn't mind that my engagement has been broken off, and he dotes on me all the time. I should count my blessings. But old people aren't in good health, and he has a chronic disease. If he comes to drink a glass of wine with us, he'll faint and fall sick. Wouldn't that cause too much trouble for everyone?"
Her exaggerated tone made it difficult for everyone to tell whether what she said was true or not. Chen Ziyi's face was ashen as he held his glass of wine, the veins on his forehead bulging.
Her self-deprecating behavior was the most unbearable thing of all for him.
She was once so proud...so arrogant. Why had she allowed herself to fall in this way?
"Zuo Aiai, when I abandoned you, did it break your heart so much that you can't feel anymore?" He curled the corners of his lips coldly and imitated her half-true and half-false attitude, asking the question that he wanted to know the answer to the most in his heart.
This was the first time since she entered this private room that she looked into Chen Ziyi's eyes.
His eyes were burning like fire, filled with anger, irritation, ridicule, and indifference, all of them warring within him...
Zuo Aiai's eyes, however, held only indifference. Other than that, there was nothing else there.
"Young Master Chen, you think too highly of yourself. Perhaps I was born to like old men?"
Her smile was charming, and her voice was slightly raised. His heart was burning with anger. He really wanted to get up and scold her. Why would she rather put herself in such a degrading position than just beg him to come back to her?
He hated her, and also hated himself.
"Zuo Aiai, you surprise me. I hadn't realized you saw me as an old man."
Jin Di's deep voice broke into the tense atmosphere of the private room.
When Zuo Aiai had come in, she hadn't closed the door to the private room behind her. After he spoke, a pair of elegant, white, and slender hands resting on the golden handrail pushed the door open, and Jin Di entered.
When they saw the man's full appearance, the same sentence appeared in everyone's mind.
The scenery was beautiful, the gentleman was unparalleled!
How could there be such a perfect man in the world?
Even the men in the room were stunned by his looks!
In Binhai City, a lot of their high school classmates were pretty good-looking. In addition, it was a key high school for the aristocrats, and each family had extraordinary financial resources.
They were commonly reported about in gossip magazines and newspapers too.
But all of them paled in comparison the moment this man stepped through the door.
Even the most outstanding-looking of all of them, Chen Ziyi, seemed to dim with Jin Di standing in the room.