The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize wiped the blood off his mouth and said blandly, “I won’t give you that chance.”

An Xiaxia bit her lip. “Are you alright…”

“I’m fine.” Sheng Yize smiled at her, which made Qi Yanxi roll his eyes. “Fine, I’m not getting into your lousy business. Keep your lovey-dovey vibes away from me. It’s too much for a poor single person. Bye!”

He looked even angrier than An Xiaxia when he stormed off.

Sheng Yize took An Xiaxia by her hand and led her to his car.

Neither one of them talked once they both got in.

His big hand took the seatbelt and fastened it for An Xiaxia. He didn’t move away after that, but squeezed An Xiaxia’s cheeks. “Are you mad?”

“Hm… Stop it. It hurts…” An Xiaxia grumbled. “Why should I be… You’re only getting engaged, heh…”

“So, you’re mad.” Sheng Yize frowned.

An Xiaxia’s smile looked frigid. “I saw it with my own eyes. What do you what me to think? Sheng Yize, if being in love is so difficult, I think we should break up.”

After that, you can enjoy your brilliant future and I get to live my life in peace.

She had trusted Sheng Yize because she trusted their feelings for each other.

However, what Sheng Qingyi said previously made sense. However deeply in love they were now, it wasn’t enough for them to build a future on. Everything was so complicated and difficult that she felt her courage run thin.

Cold air seemed to emanate from Sheng Yize all of a sudden. He pinched An Xiaxia’s chin between his fingers in a domineering manner and said, “Xiaxia, you can’t talk about breaking up casually like it’s a laughing matter!”

An Xiaxia looked back at him with her bright black eyes. “What if I tell you that I mean it?”

She didn’t want to be in such an exhausting and insecure relationship.

Anger crept onto Sheng Yize’s face. He pressed his lips to hers, pried open her teeth, and forced her to join him.

An Xiaxia was pinned to the seat and he only let her go after what seemed like forever.

Chest heaving, she gasped for air and said angrily, “That’s outrageous! I told you I’m breaking up with you! That sticks even if you kiss me!”

“Outrageous?” Sheng Yize sneered. “I can do worse. Do you want to try?”

His big hand reached into her clothes and his warm palm landed on her waist, then began to caress it.

An Xiaxia shuddered, staring at Sheng Yize with a panic-stricken face.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffled. “You bully! All you ever do is take advantage of me!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks despite herself.

She didn’t mean to cry, but she really needed to vent her grievance.

Sheng Qingyi’s insults, Song Qingchen’s provocation, and Sheng Yize’s status — this relationship had made her go through the worst possible experiences.

She felt so insecure now.

Sheng Yize sighed at the sight of her tears. He straightened her clothes and grabbed some tissues to carefully wipe away her tears.

“Xiaxia, don’t cry… It’s all my fault…

“What happened today was all a misunderstanding. I thought this was a banquet for business associates of the Sheng family. I only knew it was an engagement party after I got here.

“I’ve never intended to marry Song Qingchen. What can I do to make you believe me?”

He went on and on like that. An Xiaxia gave him a few punches, shoved his tissues away, and wiped her eyes and nose on his clothes. Only then did she snort and calm down a little.

Sheng Yize didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh. An Xiaxia, on the other hand, seemed to regret what she had done. She asked gingerly, “Are your clothes very expensive?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re happy and that’s the most important thing. Do you want to wipe anywhere else with it?” Sheng Yize couldn’t care less about his clothes. An Xiaxia wanted to say something, but she was stopped by his kiss again.

“Mhm…”