Chapter 1416 - 1413: Are You Angry With Me?

Chapter 1416: Chapter 1413: Are You Angry With Me?

"Then just say it plainly. Whether it’s unbearable or not, I’ll decide." Qiao Muyun said bluntly, his tone hard, no longer the gentle demeanor from before.

Zi Ruoxi’s eyes hardened as did her heart. Since that’s the case, she might as well tell him.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, are you upset with me? Did I really do something worth your anger? I just spoke up for you, said a few words about your brother, and you couldn’t take it. Brother Qiao Muyun, if you want to know the truth, then please be prepared." Zi Ruoxi said tactfully, her tone no longer ambiguous.

"......" Qiao Muyun didn’t reply, but the obvious heaviness on his face revealed his displeasure. Especially recently, his relationship with Qiao Junlie had just been mended. He cherished their brotherly bond deeply and couldn’t tolerate anyone insulting or slandering such a rare familial tie. But, ironically, the one speaking these words was the woman both he and his brother dearly loved, Zi Ruoxi.

Zi Ruoxi saw that Qiao Muyun didn’t speak, but this wasn’t the time to conceal the matter any longer. If she waited any more, she feared she wouldn’t be able to resist—resist doing something she’d regret for the rest of her life, which was becoming Qiao Junlie’s wife. Whether love was involved or not, it was deceit; this emotion, steeped with ulterior motives, had already veered off course, twisting the essence of love.

Suddenly.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, not just you, but even I have been deceived by him!" Zi Ruoxi’s tone became agitated. Her eyes no longer calm, the brown pupils glistened with a minty blue hue. It was anger, an unforgivable emotion.

Qiao Muyun didn’t respond, but his brows furrowed.

"Speaking of the antecedents and consequences, the story is quite long. Essentially, it all traces back to the one hundred million dollar debt contract he and I signed," Zi Ruoxi said slowly, distancing herself from the "story," perhaps so she could calmly explain the whole conspiracy without getting riled up midway.

"What? A million dollar debt?!" Qiao Muyun responded in shock. He had no idea about this; how could such an absurd thing happen? What exactly was his brother thinking?

As Zi Ruoxi continued to delve into the conversation, his face grew more and more sullen.

Following that, Zi Ruoxi recounted how she was almost assaulted that night, only to be miraculously saved by Qiao Junlie. Naturally, she also laid bare the conspiracies within. The story’s structure wasn’t novel, but the execution was undoubtedly brutal and malevolent. And the mastermind behind it all was his most revered brother, Qiao Junlie. How could this not shock and baffle Qiao Muyun!

"Do you remember the night you participated in the underground motorcycle race?" Zi Ruoxi asked,

This question made Qiao Muyun’s heart tighten, suddenly realizing something. Could it be...

"That’s right, you can continue to imagine, but Brother Qiao Muyun, this isn’t imagination, this is fact. At that time, Qiao Junlie was also there. However, he was always hiding in the shadows, orchestrating everything." Zi Ruoxi said, word by word, further unraveling this mystery and laying bare the conspiracy.

"......" For a moment, Qiao Muyun couldn’t find the words; he didn’t know how to respond. Everything she said... was so... so shocking! That night after his accident, Qiao Junlie had coincidentally passed by after a social event and explained his side of the story. How could this be, how could Zi Ruoxi’s account be entirely different?

Qiao Muyun’s internal shock and extreme uncertainty were evident.

"No... I don’t believe it," Qiao Muyun murmured.

The words struck a dark, hidden pain in Zi Ruoxi’s eyes—a long-standing internal hurt.

"If possible, I wouldn’t want to believe it either, but... this is the truth." Zi Ruoxi stated resolutely, glancing at Qiao Muyun’s still-unaccepting face. She felt a pang of heartache, but eventually, he would have to face it. Better to be aware than to be deceived and manipulated.

"Do you remember Lei Luo? That blond-haired boy—Brother Qiao Muyun, why don’t you think about why a national Olympic seed athlete would lower himself and risk disqualification to participate in such an underground race? Was it truly for money? Given his background, he doesn’t lack money, so the reason for his participation is clear." Zi Ruoxi said calmly, her voice serene. She showed little emotion, perhaps having come to fully understand what she wanted and what she lost over these days.

One sentence: It’s not just disfigurement, along with it was the destruction of her heart—the tenderness he once gave her, to which she responded with whole-hearted love. And the result... was a body and mind deeply scarred, her love completely obliterated along with herself.

The wind scattered, flowers fell, everything destroyed without a trace...

Her love was like her appearance, impossible to return to as before. Broken and beyond repair, so be it... maybe leaving is the only way to a new future...

If death isn’t the choice, then live, life must go on...

"......" Qiao Muyun didn’t respond, just stayed silent. It was clear his mind was in turmoil.

"The sole aim was to make you lose, Brother Qiao Muyun; make you lose the race and unable to win that life-saving prize. If that happened, Aunt Yun’s surgery couldn’t take place. What I didn’t expect was how cruel your brother could be, even using you. He knew you’d give your all for that race, yet he sat by, calculating his schemes, even intending to destroy you. When your leg..." Zi Ruoxi was about to continue, her large eyes reflecting subtle emotions.

Suddenly.

"Stop!" An interjecting command from Qiao Muyun halted her continuation. He raised his thin face slowly and said, "Zi Ruoxi... don’t say anymore." His words seemed somewhat labored.

Zi Ruoxi saw the expression on his face; the always gentle and kind Brother Qiao Muyun had become somewhat gloomy in front of her. Watching him stand, pacing back and forth in the room, pondering with a complex mood, pacing left and right.

Zi Ruoxi couldn’t help but feel guilty...

Sorry, Brother Qiao Muyun, for dragging you into my emotional turmoil, only to be rejected by your brother. Perhaps at that moment, Qiao Junlie really hardened his heart.