Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 3: Ruthlessly Breaking Off the Engagement

"..." Song Yinyin couldn’t speak, her throat felt as if sothing was stuck.

Yan Kejun leaned against the stone wall nearby, as if greatly shocked, almost unable to stand.

Suddenly, he punched the wall beside him.

Instantly, the skin on his knuckles split open, blood flowing profusely.

Song Yinyin was startled, grabbed his wrist, and cried, "Kejun, don’t do this, listen to ... I was frad, last night I..."

"No explanations!" Yan Kejun said with a livid face, the blood from the back of his hand still dripping.

He forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and accused:

"Last night, you sent a ssage saying you prepared a birthday gift for , I waited happily for most of the night, but there was no news from you... I called you, but you didn’t answer... I thought sothing ca up for you..."

Song Yinyin was stunned. She indeed wanted to prepare a birthday gift for Yan Kejun, but she had not sent any ssages.

She suddenly thought of sothing.

Took out her phone and looked, clicked on the sent ssages section, and there it was—the ssage she supposedly sent—

[Dear Kejun, I’ve prepared a surprise as your birthday gift. I love you, wait for .]

Song Yinyin’s heart jolted, looking closely again, she saw the ti was last night at midnight.

At that ti, she had already t Song Anqi and had been drugged by her!

This ssage must have been sent by Song Anqi, it must be!

"No! It’s not true, Kejun, it’s all wrong, I didn’t send that... It was Angie! It was her, she used my phone to send you that ssage!"

Song Yinyin held onto Yan Kejun’s arm, trying to explain.

"Who’s lying? The phone is in your hand, how could Angie possibly use your phone to text in the middle of the night? You have no evidence to prove Angie frad you, but you, how do you explain these marks on your body?!"

Yan Kejun, furious, pushed her hard, causing her to fall to the ground.

Angie?

Ha, what a familiar nickna.

He had only known Song Anqi for three months, but was willing to believe Song Anqi’s words rather than hers, whom he had grown up with?

Song Yinyin took a deep breath, looked up, and said, "Kejun, let’s go find Song Anqi, I’ll confront her!"

"Confront? How will you confront Angie? She went to Germany to participate in the 6th ndelssohn Piano Competition, she doesn’t have ti to confront you?"

Hearing this, Song Yinyin’s heart skipped a beat.

What, ndelssohn Piano Competition?

Wasn’t that spot supposed to be hers? How could Song Anqi...

Before she could think further, Yan Kejun said darkly, "Song Yinyin, let ask you, I called you so many tis, why didn’t you answer? Who were you with at that ti? Tell !"

The phone screen indeed showed more than forty missed calls, all from Yan Kejun.

But then she didn’t hear the phone vibrate, she was in so much pain last night, she had passed out...

Yan Kejun’s voice was hoarse and trembling, his eyes frighteningly bloodshot.

"Soone said they saw you enter a hotel with a man... I didn’t believe it, but seeing you like this, how can I not believe... tell , Song Yinyin, tell , who were you with last night?!"

He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her frantically, as if trying to prove sothing.

Song Yinyin’s breath caught.

She held onto his wrist, pleading, "Kejun, believe , it’s Angie, she really frad , she just wants us to break up..."

Yan Kejun shook his head, his eyes turning cold.

He hardened his face and coldly delivered her a bombshell: "Song Yinyin, let’s end this."

She panicked: "No... don’t! Kejun, listen to my explanation!"

"You know I’ve always had a cleanliness obsession, I don’t like unclean things. So, let’s break up, from now on, we cut all ties!" At the thought of her body no longer being pure, and the scene of so man holding her lovingly last night, Yan Kejun was consud with rage, just imagining that scene made him feel nauseated.

He rcilessly turned his face away, forcibly prying her fingers open, turning his head and never looking at her again.

Coldly saying: "I’ll inform my uncle and your mother to cancel the engagent, goodbye!"

Goodbye, which ant never seeing each other again.

These two words seed like a hamr, heavily pounding on her chest, Song Yinyin’s legs gave way and she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Despite the scorching sumr weather, she felt as if she were in midwinter, with a gust of cold wind howling through, penetrating her body, causing her uncontrollable shivering.

By the ti she regained her senses, Yan Kejun’s figure was nowhere to be seen.