Chapter 1130: He Regretted

In an instant, he felt a blackout in front of his eyes, his throat filled with a bloody sweetness that suffocated him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

His eyes began to redden, his hand suddenly exerting force, and he roared: "Lu Jihan, shut the hell up, shut up!"

Besides the words ’shut up’, he couldn’t say anything else.

Because he knew very well, Lu Jihan wasn’t wrong.

From just now, Song Yinyin’s attitude towards him had already made it clear.

She hates him!

She hates him...

A great pain transformed into the sharp claws of a beast, gripping his throat mercilessly, leaving him unable to utter a word besides heavy breathing.

Angry blood rapidly rushed to his brain, nearly shattering his blood vessels.

Every muscle in his body was tense, filled with the energy to destroy everything.

His brain was in chaos, as if many things were surging out, yet also seemed utterly blank.

The hand gripping the steering wheel was the hand that had been burned.

At this moment, because he was grasping the steering wheel so hard, the blood blisters on the back of his hand had burst, and blood was seeping out.

Yet it seemed as if he couldn’t feel it.

He only felt his heart was like it had stopped beating, the pain unbearable.

In a fit of rage, he hung up the phone and fiercely threw it out.

Bang—

A loud noise.

The phone hit the windshield in front, immediately causing a crack.

Yan Kejun just sat there, head raised, his gaze falling on the sky outside the window.

The clouds ahead were so low, rolling incessantly, like the sea before a storm, making the entire sky look bleak.

He only felt his chest was also enveloped by dark clouds, heavily pressing on him, suffocating him.

Staying any longer in the hospital was to no avail.

Like a walking corpse, he started the engine, not knowing when the car had gone onto the road.

He kept driving round and round like this, until suddenly coming to his senses, realizing he had unwittingly driven back to the street where he lived as a child.

That was once the place of his and Song Yinyin’s memories.

In their childhood, they played here together, went to the same primary school and middle school, the scenery here hadn’t really changed.

Yet everything was different.

He found a stone bench there and sat for over an hour, until the wind picked up, suddenly feeling cold, he got up to leave.

By the time he returned to the Yan Family, it was already very late.

The butler was startled to see the burn on his hand.

"Young master, how did your hand swell up so much? Oh dear, where did you get burned? Quickly go to the hospital for treatment, such a severe injury will definitely get infected!"

Yan Kejun shook his head indifferently, seemingly unable to feel the pain.

He directly asked the butler: "Where is my uncle?"

"Just went back to his room, probably..."

Before the butler could finish speaking, Yan Kejun had already turned and went inside, heading straight to Yan Zhengxiong’s room.

The door was ajar.

At this time, Yan Zhengxiong was most likely already asleep.

But Yan Kejun couldn’t wait any longer, he directly knocked on the door: "Uncle? Are you asleep?"

After four or five seconds, Yan Zhengxiong’s voice came from inside: "Just about to sleep. What’s the matter?"

"Yes, I need to talk to you."

"Come in then."

Yan Kejun pushed the door open and went in.

Yan Zhengxiong was wearing a set of pajamas, indeed looking as if he was about to go to bed.

Yan Kejun bowed slightly, risking confrontation, he directly said: "Uncle, I... I want to stop the original plan, I regret it."