"I'm making the best decision for my future," Yiyi replied, her voice steady.
"You lost your chance the moment you betrayed me."
He Shihan, who had been watching the exchange with a cool detachment, leaned back in his chair, his interest piqued.
"And who are you to dictate what's best for her?" he asked, his voice low and intimidating.
Lu Feng turned to He Shihan, a hint of defiance in his posture.
"Stay out of this. You might be her uncle(Lu guy called uncle in childhood and she followed), but you're not her guardian."
"Technically, I'm your uncle too," He Shihan retorted, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
"But that hardly seems relevant when we're discussing your past with Yiyi."
Yiyi could sense the tension in the room escalating.
"This isn't about you, Lu Feng. It never was," she said, her tone firm.
"I don't need saving, especially not from someone who walked away when I needed them the most."
Lu Feng stepped forward, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Yiyi, think about it. We can make this work. You don't have to do this."
Yiyi laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the silence.
"You think you can just waltz back into my life and erase the past? You're mistaken."
He Shihan's eyes flickered with interest as he observed her assertiveness.
"You're stronger than I expected," he remarked, a hint of approval in his tone.
Yiyi took a deep breath, pushing back the memories of the betrayal that haunted her.
"I've learned to fight for what I want, and I want this."
Lu Feng's face hardened.
"You'll regret this decision."
"Regret?" Yiyi said, raising an eyebrow.
"I've already moved on, and I won't allow you to drag me back into your world of lies."
With that, she turned back to the contract, the weight of her resolve settling in.
The ink of her future awaited her, and she wouldn't let anyone—especially not Lu Feng—derail her plans.
With a firm stroke of her pen, she signed her name, sealing her fate and setting her path in motion.
This was her moment, and she was ready to embrace it.