A cold voice smashed in from behind, "Given by this young master!"
No... no way?
That voice is—
Sumr Shiyi’s eyes widened abruptly. Like a chanic operating in slow motion, she turned her head inch by inch to look.
Not far away stood a sharply outlined figure, every line a masterpiece crafted by God.
So noble that he resembled a king, possessing an aura that could dominate the world.
Sumr Shiyi’s breathing seed to stop completely at that mont.
Ou! Jue!!
Her legs weakened, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Why? Why!!!
Why would Ou Jue appear here? Wasn’t he supposed to have broken up with Xia Xiyan?!
The post on the school forum... the post is still up!
The distinguished young man strode forward, stopping beside Xiyan. His jawline tightened as he glanced toward Sumr Shiyi and spoke with arrogance, "Yeah, I gave it. What? You have a problem with that?"
As soon as Ou Jue appeared, Xiyan seed to find her support.
The imposing deanor from earlier softened sowhat, as she raised her little paw, "Wuuu, my hand really hurts."
Her eyes filled with tears, resembling a little kitten begging for comfort.
That slap on the table earlier had truly felt like it could snap her hand off, seriously.
Could it actually prove the saying true: playing cool gets you struck by lightning??
Always maintaining an emotionless front in public, the almighty young master suddenly darkened his gaze upon hearing this and imdiately grabbed her small hand to inspect it.
Sure enough, the palm was bright red.
Ou Jue shot a cold glance at Xia Zhengxiong, displeasure evident in his tone, "What kind of trash office desk is this?"
Then, he looked at Xiyan once more.
Though exuding an icy aura, the words he directed at Xiyan carried a pampering tone so obvious that even outsiders could tell, "I’ll have them all replaced for you later, okay?"
Xia Zhengxiong: ......
Yang Shurong: ??????
Sumr Shiyi: !!!!!
Xia Xiyan hurt her hand by showing off, and yet Ou Jue turned around to bla the office desk instead??
What kind of logic-defying world is this?
Could anyone please tell them just what in the world is going on here?!
Screw "breaking up," screw "Xia Xiyan being dumped."
The way Ou Jue is looking at Xia Xiyan—his love for her might as well be overflowing!
Sumr Shiyi bit her silver teeth hard, her eyes blazing like a roaring fire.
She had thought Xia Xiyan, with her mother being the mistress and her biological father missing, would surely get dumped by Ou Jue.
Who would have imagined this turn of events?!
What does Xia Xiyan have that makes her deserve this?!
At this mont, Xia Zhengxiong finally reacted, taking on a confrontational stance as if ready to tear through all pretenses. His tone beca aggressive, "Young Master Ou, even if you have the power to move heaven and earth, this is a family matter. It’s our Xia Family’s family issue! This is the Xia Group, not your DT Group! While it may be true that you often have the final say, here, I’m the one who calls the shots!"
"Oh, is that so?" Ou Jue slid one hand into his pocket, glanced at Xia Zhengxiong, and smirked mockingly, "In my world, no matter the ti or place, my girlfriend calls the shots. Whether it’s my company or the Xia Group..."
Ou Jue paused briefly; his deep eyes narrowed slightly, "Everything must follow her orders!"
Hell, "my girlfriend calls the shots, everything must follow her orders."
How casually yet insanely over-the-top is that statent!
Sumr Shiyi clenched her lower lip tightly, looking at Xiyan’s smug appearance, practically losing her mind in frustration!
Yang Shurong jumped in, her face twisted with sharp sarcasm, "The operational rights to the Xia Group are in my husband’s hands. Don’t even dream of getting it back! This company is ours! Who said it belongs to your grandfather? Do you have any evidence? Xia Xiyan, if you want to fight for the inheritance, don’t make up so ridiculous story. You’re just as lowly as your comatose mother!"
[See you Friday night~]
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