Ou Jue’s gloomy eyes seed to blaze with fire as he glared fiercely at Ji Guangnian.
He released Xiyan’s hand and raised his fist, ready to punch him.
Realizing what he was about to do, Xiyan panicked completely, no longer bothering to question why he suddenly appeared here. She quickly hugged his arm, "Don’t."
This is work; Ji Guangnian is only her work partner.
The kissing scene is just staged—if Ou Jue actually beats him up, what does that make him?
Ou Jue shot Xiyan a harsh sidelong glance, then glared at her.
Suddenly, he grabbed Xiyan’s arm, ignoring everyone on the scene, and directly dragged her away.
What on earth is going on...?
A staff mber fud, "Who is this guy!"
Sumr was outright taken away by this man—shouldn’t soone try to help her?
Soone whispered, "That’s... the young master of the Ou Group."
One sentence instantly silenced all the anger in the vicinity.
Because—no one dared to provoke Young Master Ou.
Over here.
Xiyan stumbled as Ou Jue dragged her forward.
He was tall, with long legs.
Xiyan practically had to jog to barely keep pace with Ou Jue’s stride.
Several tis, she nearly fell to the ground, only to be roughly pulled back up by him.
At that mont, Xiyan erupted in frustration, "Ou Jue! Let go of ! I can walk on my own!"
But the young man’s icy eyes remained fixed straight ahead, his pace unapologetically brisk.
Damn it, was he doing this on purpose to tornt her?
They returned to the hotel room, where he forcefully gripped Xiyan’s arm and shut the door with a kick of his leg.
A loud slam echoed.
Then Xiyan was shoved unceremoniously against the wall.
Aaaaah!
At this point, she was so infuriated that she wanted to bite this bastard to death.
"Ou Jue! What’s gotten into you? What gives you the right to drag out of the crew like this? Did I say I wanted to co back with you? You tyrannical bastard! You—"
Before she could finish, Ou Jue extended his arms, pinning her against the wall, leaning his head down.
Xiyan’s mind went blank, completely dazed.
After a long pause, Ou Jue gripped her chin, his breath pressing close, his voice hoarse with anger: "If I hadn’t arrived in ti, would you have done the sa thing with that man? Hm?"
At this mont, Ou Jue bore no resemblance to his forr aloof and composed self.
His usually calm eyes were tinged with a faint red, and he growled lowly, "Speak!"
Her mind was a blank...
Xiyan’s eyes were slightly unfocused.
His voice was as cold as a blade, his grip tightening on her chin, "Xia Xiyan, you’re doing this intentionally, aren’t you? Seeing go crazy for you, lose my mind for you—does that satisfy you? Is that it?!"
He had been taken away by the police, yet this woman didn’t bat an eye.
She continued with her business as if nothing had happened, even daring to act nonchalant about filming a scene like that with another man.
Was there nothing, not a shred of him, in her eyes?
His roar snapped Xiyan back to her senses, and her neck shrank instinctively.
This guy, what was he being so arrogant about?
What gave him the right to yell at her like this?
Now fully awake, Xiyan, anger pounding in her chest, reached out to shove him, "I think you truly are insane."
But instead of pushing him away, Ou Jue seized her wrist firmly.
His tone was unyielding and forceful, his hot breath grazing Xiyan’s small face, "You’re dying to see go crazy? Fine, I’ll grant your wish!"
With that, he pulled Xiyan by the hand, dragging her to the bed, then unceremoniously pressed her down onto it.
Though the force wasn’t painful at all...
His rough treatnt, however, only made her more furious.
"Let go! Get off !" She lashed out, kicking and punching, trying to push him away and sit up.
But the disparity in strength between them was too great. To Ou Jue, her resistance was nothing more than a tickle.
With one hand, he grasped both of Xiyan’s wrists, his face darkened, and he stretched her arms straight above her head, locking them there.
Her eyes widened in fear, "What... what are you doing? Stop!"
"Stop, huh? But you clearly wanted this, which is why you’ve been throwing tantrums and ran away from ho, isn’t it? Hm?"
These words were like an icy torrent, quenching her fury in an instant and making her snap back to reality.
Xiyan didn’t know where the strength ca from—perhaps out of sheer anger.
She managed to push Ou Jue off of her.
Ou Jue’s black eyes darkened as he reached for her again, only to et the sight of tear-filled eyes of the young woman.
Ou Jue froze.
His young girl... was crying.
Xiyan felt an ache in her chest so intense that even breathing beca difficult; tears pooled desperately in her eyes.
What did he an when he said she’d left ho and thrown tantrums "because of this"? Did he truly think she was so lowly?
Her anger all along had co from Ou Jue’s distrust of her.
Ever since that incident in Country R, Ou Jue had avoided her with excuses about being busy with work, acting cold and indifferent toward her.
But what had he just said?
That she was throwing fits over matters between n and won?
And now he was behaving as if he were granting her request by pushing the situation forward?
What was this?
He didn’t even understand why she was angry—he didn’t understand her at all!
And he even used this as ammunition to humiliate her!
Overco with frustration, Xiyan threw a punch at the young man, "Ou Jue, you’re just a bastard! I never want to see you again!!"
With that, she jumped off the edge of the bed, stood up firmly, wiped her tears fiercely, then turned and ran out.
[I never want to see you again!]
Ou Jue’s star-like eyes jolted fiercely; he tried to reach out and grab her but found himself strangely powerless.
He muttered a curse, flipped over, one leg slightly bent as it rested on the bed, and lay flat on his back, his right arm covering his handso face entirely.
As he closed his eyes, the image of that little fool with tear-filled eyes resurfaced in his mind.
His heart wrenched painfully.
It was him... who hurt her, wasn’t it?
Ou Jue didn’t understand.
Once, he was like a deep, placid pool. Calm and composed were his defining traits.
But when did it begin? When did her re existence make him taste feelings he’d never experienced before?
Anger, jealousy, even panic and loss of control.
These emotions—he had never felt them in the decades prior.
His every joy and sorrow seed to stem from her alone.
Ou Jue murmured softly, "Xia Xiyan, what am I supposed to do with you..."
He was powerless.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a loud crash outside the guesthouse.
When Xiyan rushed out, she hadn’t even closed the door to the room.
Footsteps and voices of passersby echoed in the hallway.
"Hurry, hurry, a large coach crashed into the guardrail outside the guesthouse—I heard the scene is horrific, with plenty of people injured!"
"Is the coach driver joking? How could they veer off the road and crash into the guesthouse? Damn, that’s terrifying."
"Tell about it; scared half to death! I heard a young girl was struck and fell into a pool of blood... just five minutes ago!"
Hearing the passersby’s discussion, Ou Jue’s eyes shot open.
Five minutes ago, young girl, pool of blood...
He swiftly scrambled to his feet, so hurriedly that he staggered forward.
Ou Jue braced himself on the ground with his hand, his knee touching the floor.
Without a thought for himself, he stood, then dashed outside.
He sprinted out and saw it—due to the powerful impact, the front end of the coach had completely deford, emitting thin wisps of white smoke.
The scene was chaotic; innocent bystanders who’d been struck were already being carried away by ambulances that had arrived promptly.
Ou Jue’s gaze darkened as he shoved through the onlookers, rushing into the wreckage. "Xia Xiyan? Xia Xiyan!"
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