[Li Qiyu, you were my first love... the first woman I ever fell in love with... and also the only one I've been intimate with. I just want you...]
Li Qiyu suddenly laughed out loud, her eyes stinging and swelling as if smeared with chili oil.
Every word Bo Yeyuan said was a jest.
This was for the best. He'd accepted Ye Zhilu and also liked that child; Li Qiyu, being coerced, could only marry Beitang Feng—a perfect fairy-tale ending.
Li Qiyu laughed until she lost her voice, picked up her cellphone, and intended to hang up.
However, from the other end came noises of commotion, and faintly, a piano piece.
Li Qiyu's heart trembled, and with great effort, she steadied her weakening hand to hold the phone to her ear, summoning all the courage she had to keep listening.
The girl's petulant voice rang out again, "Mr. Ming, you're really so bad, bullying someone like this...!"
Li Qiyu's rationality slowly returned to her brain, and that apocalyptic sensation also vanished.
