Chapter 1365 - 1362: Piercing His Heart with Pain

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1362: Piercing His Heart with Pain

Damn it! Qiao Junlie, you bastard, don’t blame me for not keeping my promise. Why do you get to have all the good things? You say we’re brothers; I treat you as a brother, what do you take me for?

Thinking about how Qiao Junlie turned against me in the elevator because of Zi Ruoxi...

Murong Jun felt discomfort in his heart. Though he appeared unaffected on the surface, deep down he was full of resentment. Adding in the public kiss they shared, it instantly provoked his jealousy, causing his heart to ache with pain.

"Not maybe..." Murong Jun corrected, then gazed at the other’s exquisite face. Thinking, this too pretty and smart woman is a disaster beside a man, Qiao Junlie surely wouldn’t dream of trouble arising within, right! Then, his handsome face twisted with liquor-smelling lips, "This was just a ’play’."

A play?!

The word from his mouth truly carried weight; in an instant, one could see the other’s originally warm, rosy face lose its color, along with some unbelievable imaginings.

Yes, it’s indeed a fact. There’s nothing unacceptable about acknowledging it. Murong Jun always acts for self-interest, regardless of friendships. Now it seems, only holding Zi Ruoxi in his arms would satisfy him.

"Miss Zhou, whether you choose to believe it or not, the result is the same. Qiao Junlie wants her, wants her willingly, it’s just that simple." Murong Jun spoke candidly. He slightly pursed his lips, took a drag on his cigar, and slowly exhaled, creating an ethereal lightness in the small booth space, yet still so ghostly.

Willingly?

Oh... heartache, intense heartache. Why does he exert such meticulous effort? Is it necessary!

Zhou Yanhong’s expression looked unpleasant. However, she remained calm, having known this, there’s nothing she couldn’t accept.

"Did you do something to her?" Zhou Yanhong calmly asked, although a mysterious tremble started deep down. Knowing full well, a voice was faintly telling her the cruel reality...

Murong Jun observed her reaction, let out a cold laugh, then shifted his gaze towards the ornate glass bottle in his hand, seemingly admiring it as a perfect work of art, occasionally fiddling with it.

"Haha, Qiao Junlie’s tactics aren’t without precedent. Miss Zhou, I needn’t be blunt. There are countless ways to win a woman’s heart back instantly, but the most effective and direct..." Murong Jun paused, a whimsical light gleamed in his golden eyes, how ironic he too had fallen for this woman, damn it! What kind of world was this! But the unpredictable gleam of gold quickly flashed with sharpness, gazing at the proud woman opposite, he said lightly, "You’re smart enough to guess."

Oh...

What should she say? What could she say, or had she already guessed the cruel fact? But why, why was it done by the man she admired and loved. She had always regarded him as life, the other half in love, in her heart, he was undeniably a righteous gentleman, a wise and elegant man.

Yet, heaven played a joke on her. Suddenly, the angel she’d looked up to turned out to be the devil’s incarnation. Could it be, that method...

Even if such a method could win a woman’s heart back, what’s the point of living in deception and lies? Would they be happy? Could they forget those dirty deeds?

"When did this happen?" Zhou Yanhong tried to steady her turbulent heart, asking with forced calm.

"Before she moved to the university apartment. It’s been some time now." Murong Jun replied. His expression post-smile was cold and clear. Thinking of that sneaky late night, it really left an unforgettable impression.

Silence, dead silence filled the air. Only the bustling crowd’s sounds and DJ’s music could be heard. However, it couldn’t hinder the stasis between them.

After a moment.

"No, I don’t believe it. Qiao Junlie wouldn’t do such a thing." Zhou Yanhong felt an indescribable pain in her heart.

At her words, the opposite side snorted with disdain.

"Miss Zhou, don’t be too naive." Murong Jun couldn’t help but mock, then gently brought the bottle to his lips—its dry, mellow taste truly had him intoxicated. He looked at her playfully, calmly deriding, "Do you think Qiao Junlie is some noble being? Truly laughable! His ’hero saving beauty’ act looked so real, one has to admire his acting talent."

Hero saving beauty?!

Zhou Yanhong felt another sinking in her heart.

Is this the truth?

Unbelievable, yet unable to avoid facing it.

"I need no explanation from you about who he is. I’m clearer than you," Zhou Yanhong said indignantly, scornfully eyeing the arrogant man before her. She picked up her glass, drained it, then grabbed the Bailey’s bottle on the coffee table, poured it with a splash~ splash~, then took a large swig.

Cough, cough, cough... Unsurprisingly, a fit of coughing ensued. Her eyes turned red with stinging. Her heart felt uncomfortable.

"Is that so?" Murong Jun retorted, watching her gloomy face and current state, he said meaningfully, "He’s treated you like this—why are you still so devoted?"

"None of your business," Zhou Yanhong replied displeased.

"Haha, of course, it’s not my business. I’m merely pitying Miss Zhou! I never expected Qiao Junlie to be so lucky to have you as a confidante." Murong Jun said slyly. His handsome face was full of malice, still wearing that damned charming smile.

After a while, thunk, thunk! Zhou Yanhong slammed the bottle and glass heavily on the coffee table. Then she stood up.

"Thank you for the drink. Goodbye!" Zhou Yanhong coldly said. With that, she grabbed her bag and was about to turn and leave.

"No need to see you out," Murong Jun replied naturally, smiling elegantly. He didn’t move an inch, still half-smoking his cigar. Until he saw that graceful figure gradually disappear into the second-floor lobby, seemingly overlapping with another beautiful silhouette, in his enraptured golden eyes slowly generating connections.

Unconsciously smoking his cigar again, he gently closed his eyes, imagining if he could be together with her, surely there would be excitement of dancing close, and her goddess-like beauty descending... how wonderful it would be...

...

A week later. University apartment at Caesar Courtyard.

Days slipped by as before, everything seemed unchanged.