Xia Xiyan was so shocked her jaw almost dropped...
Oh my god, has Ou Jue gone mad? Even if you have money, you shouldn’t be this reckless!
Ou Jue had completely lost interest in the scene. He grabbed Xiyan’s arm, "Let’s go!"
Stumbling and tripping, Xiyan followed along, hearing the sound of tal smashing into cars behind her.
And the piercing screams of Li ngyao, who had been peacefully sitting in the passenger seat watching dramas with headphones on, only to be forcibly kicked out of the car...
The pudgy man stared dumbfounded at the nearly flattened Audi. He was thoroughly petrified.
Two hundred thousand—neither too much nor too little.
Not enough for a new car, and repairing the car in front of him wouldn’t restore it to its original state.
The man had initially planned to extort so cash from Xiyan, but in the end, it seed like he’d lost his wife and his army all at once!
How... could this happen!
*——*——*
The two of them walked side by side. Finally, unable to hold back, Xiyan spoke up, "Ou Jue, are you so rich nouveau riche?"
That was two hundred thousand! He trashed soone’s car just to vent his anger?
Ou Jue looked ahead, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his handso face carrying little expression, "Have you ever seen a nouveau riche as handso as ?"
...What a narcissist.
But she had to admit, Ou Jue had the capital to back up those words.
This guy was seriously impeccable from every angle—no matter how you looked at him, he was handso.
Xiyan couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at him.
Wait...
She rembered she was still mid-argunt with Ou Jue, caught in a cold war!
Not to ntion, this guy had stolen her first kiss... and even beaten up poor Zeyu.
...Hmph!
"Why are you here?"
"Ou Xiaoluo couldn’t get through to your phone, so she begged nurous tis to check if you were still alive or not."
He looked as if he’d only reluctantly co because of Luoluo’s pleading.
Xiyan nodded, "I’ll call Luoluo later. I’m ho now. Thanks for earlier. Bye..."
With that, she opened the door, intending to head inside.
"Xia Xiyan!" Ou Jue firmly grabbed her arm, his tone cool and mildly irritated. "Who gave you the courage to treat like soone you summon when required and dismiss right after?"
"...I didn’t." Truthfully, Xiyan didn’t know what kind of mindset she should adopt when facing Ou Jue.
Ou Jue’s obsidian-like eyes fixed steadily on her, his voice carrying a hint of huskiness, "Why are you avoiding ?"
All day at school, he’d bumped into her several tis, and this frustrating girl had turned and bolted each ti she saw him.
A sudden wave of nervousness overtook Xiyan. She repeated again, "I didn’t."
"I said you did, so you did!" Ou Jue leaned in closer to her, his breath brushing against her, "Why? Hmm?"
Xiyan’s heartbeat sped up uncontrollably. Though she was still angry about yesterday’s events, when the words arrived at her lips, they ca out surprisingly soft, almost sheepish, "I... I just didn’t want to see you."
A trace of unnaturalness flitted across Ou Jue’s handso face, along with a rare mont of guilt. He coughed lightly, "I admit, my behavior yesterday was a bit impulsive."
"Huh?" Xiyan looked at him in disbelief.
This guy... could he actually be softening a bit?
"But—" Ou Jue paused, and in an instant, his earlier guilt vanished completely. His tone returned to its usual arrogance, "Don’t expect , the great master, to apologize to you!"
"...Bye." She must be crazy to think Ou Jue would ever admit fault to her.
"Listen, Xia Xiyan," Ou Jue suddenly spoke again, his gaze locking her in place like those deep obsidian gemstones, "You can be angry, you can throw tantrums, but don’t you dare avoid !"
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