"Was it you? Did you have them arrest ?"
He had been with Yi Tingyu for a year, yet, for so reason, every ti he was in front of Yi Tingyu, he always felt at a disadvantage.
Yi Tingyu appeared serene and gentle, but in reality, she exuded an inherent strength.
Clearly, he was the young master of the Zhong Family, while she was just a violinist with no background.
Yet, in front of Yi Tingyu, he never dared to speak loudly.
As soon as Zhong Mingxi asked the question, Yi Tingyu nodded gently, "Yes, I was the one who had them grab you."
Yi Tingyu’s straightforward answer left Zhong Mingxi bewildered, "Tingyu, you... why? Why did you do this?"
The further he spoke, the higher Zhong Mingxi’s voice rose.
It was the first ti he had shouted at Yi Tingyu.
Recalling how those people grabbed him and beat him before capturing him made Zhong Mingxi even more furious.
Listening to Zhong Mingxi’s words laced with anger, Yi Tingyu’s expression didn’t change much, "I called you here to show you sothing."
With that, she picked up a paper bag on the table, opened it, took out the photos inside, and tossed them onto Zhong Mingxi’s face.
The photos were newly printed, sowhat hard and sharp, stinging Zhong Mingxi’s face.
Just as anger rose in Zhong Mingxi’s heart, he discerned the content of the photos.
The mont he saw the photos clearly, a trace of shock appeared in Zhong Mingxi’s eyes, which quickly turned to panic.
The photos fell to the floor, and Zhong Mingxi imdiately bent down, picking them up one by one. The images depicted either him embracing Yuk Weiyin or the two of them kissing.
The panic in Zhong Mingxi’s eyes deepened, his tone fraught with unmistakable anxiety, "Tingyu, you, let explain..."
Zhong Mingxi only managed that one sentence before clutching the photos, his face filled with panic, unable to continue.
Yi Tingyu reclined on the sofa, watching Zhong Mingxi, speaking leisurely, "Explain. I’m listening."
"It’s not like that. It’s all a misunderstanding. These photos... they’re fake, yes, fabricated." Zhong Mingxi said, lifting his gaze to Yi Tingyu, "Who gave you these photos?"
"You mustn’t believe them. It’s surely soone trying to sow discord."
Listening to Zhong Mingxi, Yi Tingyu saw his flustered state and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.
She couldn’t understand how she had ever taken a liking to this person.
As she pondered, Yi Tingyu suddenly beca a bit lost in thought.
She had known Zhong Mingxi for quite so ti. Initially, he was just one of her fans.
They first t abroad.
That day, after a concert, having just left the venue, she saw him involved in a misunderstanding with a local. Due to the language barrier, both sides were at a standstill for a long ti.
Seeing he was from Xia Country, Yi Tingyu stepped forward to help resolve the situation.
After that, they beca acquainted.
That day, he told her he was her fan.
Knowing she had a concert in that country, despite the language barrier, he had specially flown there.
For so reason, Yi Tingyu was sowhat moved and exchanged contact information with him.
Later, she discovered he attended every one of her concerts.
Later still, he began pursuing her.
Yi Tingyu rejected him more than once, but Zhong Mingxi simply wouldn’t give up.
Ti and again.
During that period, she was troubled by her inability to compose a piece about love. A friend suggested she experience romance firsthand to gain inspiration.
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