A month later, I called all the elders of both the Qi family and the Fu family to meet in my apartment. I wanted to break our engagement. I was so done with everything. I saw no point in continuing a relationship I didn't want. During this whole month, I have gotten quickly close to Song Ze Yu and as much as I hate to admit it, perhaps some tiny part of my heart might start to like him. But all of this is unfair towards Qi Yan. He did nothing wrong. From what I've gathered, before I lost my memory I loved him a lot. I'm sure it must have hurt him when he saw me get closer to Ze Yu. If I don't break this engagement, both sides are gonna suffer casualties. I don't think I like Qi Yan anymore so it's best if we could end things pleasantly.
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Around 10 am, the elders from both families soon began to arrive. The meeting was meant to start at 10.30 am. This meeting included Grandpa Qi, Qi Yan's parents, my grandparents, my parents, my siblings and Qi Yan. I also asked Ze Yu to stay with me for moral support. As soon as Qi Yan arrived he looked very confused to see Ze Yu, I did mention in the text I sent him that it was meant to be a family meeting. I suppose he's gonna feel worse after but this has to be done.
As soon as everyone arrived, I asked the maids to serve some refreshments as I began my speech. "As you all know, due to the incident before I lost my memory. I have no reconciliation of anything that has happened in the last 3 years. But, I am slowly trying to remember. I've called you guys all here today to talk about me and Qi Yan's engagement. I wish to break off the engagement," I stated calmly.
"I refuse," retorted Qi Yan. "There's no point in this engagement any more. Mr Qi, the woman you loved is the old Hui Qing and not her now. She doesn't remember you. The memories you guys have together are only remembered by you. Why won't you let her go," uttered Ze Yu. "SHUT UP. You have no right to speak here," shouted Qi Yan. "Who the heck do you think you are shooting at in my house?" I questioned, "He has every right to speak here because I'm allowing it,".
"Qi Yan you love the Hui Qing in your memory and not me. There is no point holding onto something that doesn't belong to you. I don't love you nor will I ever I don't think. You might think I'm being a little harsh right now, but there is no love between us. To me, you are nothing but a stranger. I don't even know you well enough for me to love you," I stated.
"What nonsense are you on about? What do you mean I only love the Hui Qing in my memory? You are the Hui Qing. You're making no sense right now," announced Qi Yan. "Can't you tell? I don't love you. I already have someone I like," I retorted. "Who?" he questioned.
I grabbed Ze Yu's hand and intertwined our fingers. I feel a little bad using him like this but I really need to get Qi Yan off my case. I heard my parents gasp in shock. My sister raised her eyebrow at me but she didn't say anything. I suppose she must have guessed this outcome.
"Hui Qing, you actually like him?" Qi Yan whispered as I nodded. Well, I wasn't sure yet but I do have some feelings for Ze Yu. "You can't like him!" ordered Qi Yan. This line reminded me of those domineering CEO plotlines, but who the hell does he think I am? I am not his Cindrella. "Who are you to tell me who I like and who I don't? Instead of arguing with me maybe you should just agree to cancel the engagement," I announced. "Because you are mine!" he growled. Yeah... this is exactly like those novels. "Qi Yan I don't belong to you. I'm not 'yours'," I muttered.
"Since you have so much confidence in yourself why won't you agree to breaking this engagement? Even if we aren't engaged you could still chase me back, since you claim that I'm yours. If you did manage to win me back, I would look higher on you, instead of you acting like a lovesick puppy," I retorted in spite.
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I never realised that this very statement would come back to me in the future. In the future, I would have to hold up to this very sentence whether I liked it or not... But that's for the future me to worry about, not me now.
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