Zhan Jie interrupted him, her face contorted with ferocity, "I've already said, it's not like that. I hate him, I don't want to be his woman! Didn't you understand me?!!"
Si Jianan scoffed coldly, "You've miscalculated. I am not like you, I will never force the woman I love."
Having said this, he planned to leave.
However, as he was about to rise, Zhan Jie stopped him with her next words: "Did Song Qinghuan not tell you why she was there today?"
Thinking of the wound on Song Qinghuan's cheek and noticing a similar mark on Zhan Jie's face, Si Jianan sat back down and looked at her with an expression that was neither cold nor warm.
Zhan Jie took a sip of her coffee and smiled, "Don't worry, this time she will agree, agree to be with you, to marry you!"
Si Jianan stared at her deeply, "What have you done to her,
Zhan Jie didn't answer, just smiled — a smile that twisted her face grotesquely.
