Ou Jue cast a cold glance over.
At this mont, a terrifying and oppressive aura emanated from him, creating a presence so strong that no one dared to approach.
"Let go?"
Ou Jue sneered. Not only did he refuse to release Xia Xiyan, but he also pulled her into his arms with one hand, holding her tightly. "I refuse. What are you going to do about it?"
Hiss...
Xiyan gasped as she felt his grip tighten significantly compared to usual.
Mu Zeyu, dressed in a blue suit, exuded a refined and mature aura, his posture upright and gentlemanly.
Adjusting the gold-rimd glasses on his nose, he spoke calmly and firmly, "But Sumr told you to let go."
"Ha." The arc of Ou Jue’s mocking smile deepened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "She’s my woman. It’s not your place to decide for her. If you don’t want to die, get lost."
With that, he forcibly pulled Xiyan along and headed toward his Lamborghini.
"Let go! Let go of !!" Xiyan was livid.
Mu Zeyu, already in his late twenties, felt almost like an older figure to Xiyan.
Did this guy really have to be so domineering?
Opening the passenger-side door, Ou Jue shoved Xiyan inside before slamming it shut with a loud bang.
Fuming, Xiyan shouted, "Ou Jue, will you ever stop?!"
As soon as Ou Jue got into the car, his chilly aura instantly filled the entire space.
He raised his hand, domineeringly seized her chin, and leaned in, pressing her against the car door behind her. His handso face inched closer as he spoke in a cold, sinister tone, "What, are you so eager to get into another man’s car? If I hadn’t stopped you just now, would you already be leaving with him?!"
Ou Jue, who was usually distant and indifferent, exuded a natural air of authority.
But now, with his entire being shrouded in dark, fearso energy, he seed every bit like a demon walking out of Hell itself.
How terrifying...
Xiyan felt as if the icy temperature radiating from him had frozen her in place.
"Xia Xiyan, what do you take for? Thin air? Huh?"
Xiyan’s chest heaved with fury. She had never seen soone so adept at twisting bla!
This was clearly about Qiao Qianmo and arguing!
What did it have to do with Zeyu?!
The two of them parted on a sour note, and the rest of the drive was spent in complete silence.
By the ti Xiyan snapped out of her thoughts, she realized they were already outside her family’s villa.
Without saying a word to Ou Jue, she grabbed her bag, opened the car door, and ran off.
Ou Jue’s gaze remained coldly fixed on the road ahead. But when he heard the sound of the door closing, his grip on the steering wheel tightened increntally.
Finally, his pitch-black eyes couldn’t help but waver as he glanced at the figure of the girl running further and further away.
Damn it!
Ou Jue slamd his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.
-
This was probably the first ti they’d had a real cold war.
Well, it couldn’t even be called a cold war; they simply hadn’t spoken to each other since she went ho.
At ten o’clock that night, Xiyan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Ding—
Her phone buzzed.
A group notification—soone had @ntioned her.
Xiyan unlocked her phone.
It was a group chat for the crew of *Those Years.*
Scrolling through the chat history, she saw that the conversation had sohow shifted to being about her.
[Who was the man who showed up in that luxury car to pick up Sumr on her wrap-up day?]
[Give us so juicy gossip—was he your boyfriend?]
[He must be her boyfriend~! Sumr’s boyfriend is so rich!]
Lu Sisi: Is Sumr planning on bringing her significant other to the celebration party?
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