Her rejection severely wounded his pride and made him lose all face.
Clenching the box tightly, he violently smashed it onto the ground, where it burst open, and a diamond-studded butterfly brooch fell onto the floor, emitting a crisp sound.
Lin Xinlan stopped struggling, and she looked at the brooch, a bit slow to react.
The brooch was beautiful, shining brightly under the light—temptation no woman could resist.
Suddenly, a leather shoe stomped hard on the brooch, and Lin Xinlan heard a cracking sound—the brooch shattered.
Rong Shaoze's foot moved away, and the once perfect brooch lay in pieces, just like a perfect heart broken beyond repair.
"If you don't appreciate it, so be it. An ungrateful woman who doesn't know what's good for her, you think I care about giving you a gift!" Rong Shaoze said coldly and angrily, letting go of her hand, then walking away a few steps, hands on his hips, still in extreme rage.
"Get out!" He said without looking back.
