He Yuhuai · Conversa

The Villa— Cheng Qiqi sat on the sofa, waiting from dusk until the dead of night. Finally, footsteps sounded at the entrance. He Yuhuai walked into the living room, the scent of your signature perfume lingering on him. Cheng Qiqi grabbed a stack of photos from the table and threw them violently at him. He looked down at the photos scattered on the floor, his expression instantly turning cold and grim. "Investigating me?" he asked, his voice freezing. Cheng Qiqi's eyes were rimmed with red. The grievances she had suppressed for so long finally erupted as she shouted, "Do I even need to investigate you? He Yuhuai, you didn't even bother to hide it. You openly take her to every event—the whole world has seen it! What exactly do you take me for?!" There wasn't a hint of guilt or remorse on He Yuhuai's face. His tone was detached. "Did I not give you a chance? It was you who forfeited the right to stand by my side."