Chapter 715: Living for Him

However, in these eyes—

there was no longer any deep affection.

His gaze was calm, looking at her as if she were just an ordinary friend.

With Bo Shuxian’s upbringing, he could patiently wait for her to finish what she wanted to say, even leaving some room for more, but Zhou Zining kept repeating the same few sentences, monotonously and without any novelty.

Indeed, it was her almost obsessive and perverted affection for another man that eventually made Bo Shuxian somewhat disgusted.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Zhou Zining tugged at him.

“You have always cared for me the most, even if I got pricked by a needle, you would be distressed for a long time, but look at what happened to me today, I’ve been…

Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Bo Shuxian glanced at her hand, “Let go.”

Zhou Zining couldn’t believe it.

“Your hand,” he repeated, ignoring her expression, “let go first.”

Zhou Zining refused, her intuition telling her strongly that even Bo Shuxian didn’t want her anymore, he wouldn’t stand up for her.

How could this be!

Was she supposed to swallow her anger and not seek revenge?

She didn’t let go, in fact, she gripped even tighter.

Bo Shuxian didn’t pry her fingers off.

Instead, he took off his jacket.

Beneath it was a black turtleneck sweater, tucked into camel-colored trousers.

He walked a few steps, then sat down and adjusted the pants at his knees.

He lit a cigarette and sat there quietly smoking.

Zhou Zining attempted to sit up a bit, but as soon as she moved, the pain in her body was so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

“Shuxian, I’m in pain.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Shuxian made a sound but did not move, continuing to sit and smoke.

After one cigarette, he lit another.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was stagnant.

Zhou Zining cried for half a day, then stopped, her tears dry and sticky on her face.

“So, why did you call me here?”

Just when she thought Bo Shuxian intended to stay silent forever, she heard him ask calmly.

“What did you say?” she stared at him abruptly.

Bo Shuxian was looking down, his hand hovering over the ashtray, tapping off the ash.

He stared at the burning ember and spoke indifferently, “What do you want me to do, stand up for you, seek revenge on Yanqing?”

“Shouldn’t you?!”

Zhou Zining blurted out: “It’s because of him that I ended up like this.

When he had people go against me, he didn’t even care about your feelings, our ten years of relationship, it’s all gone because of that bitch Nan Jiaojiao.

Why should I give way just because she appears!

Why?!”

Bo Shuxian seemed to laugh softly.

The sound was inaudible, just the corner of his lips slightly curved.

It was unclear whether it was disappointment or self-mockery; he shook his head and took a drag of his cigarette.

“I’m asking you to talk!”

“I didn’t ask you here to play mute!”

“And, I told you I don’t like you smoking in front of me, put it out now!”

“Bo Shuxian!”

No matter how Zhou Zining shouted, Bo Shuxian remained unmoved, enduring her increasingly shrill curses, and finished the whole cigarette.

When he reached for the third one, the cigarette was already in his mouth, but the lighter failed to ignite several times.

This caused his hand to start shaking, slight in its arc but uncontrollable.

He paused, then put the cigarette back in the pack.

“I sent you away, why did you come back?” he asked.

Zhou Zining, after half a day’s commotion, received this response; her rage erupted in an instant, disregarding the pain in her body, she propped herself up and slammed her body against the head of the bed in retaliation.

“You ask me why?”

She laughed bizarrely: “I’ve lived my whole life for Bo Yanching; tell me, why would I come back?”