"You can refuse to leave, but then don't expect to keep living here!" Qin Muchuan ordered coldly as if he were shooing away a beggar. "Hurry up and go. If there's no transportation, I'll call you a cab!"
Lin Xiangwan, shaking her head in disbelief, tears beginning to fall, asked in a choked voice, "Qin Muchuan, tell me this isn't true, tell me it's all lies!"
Qin Muchuan was especially indifferent, not even showing a hint of pity for her, "Why bother asking? You should have been prepared. Why else would Ziqing move into the ancestral house if not for our emotional connection?"
The sound of Lin Xiangwan's cries heightened as she struggled to keep her composure, "No, that's not true!"
"I think I've been very clear, I'm interested in Ziqing, so for now, I want to be with her!"
"No…"
