Chapter 48: Such Humiliation

  He turned around and walked towards the building, possibly walking too quickly, bumping into a flower pot on one side, the flower pot immediately fell to the ground, making a "thud" sound, also startling the people inside.

  Snow fell and patted the snow white, busy getting up to see, the living room lights were on, no one was there, she saw the fallen flower pot, bent down to pick it up: "Jen sister?"

  Zhen Jie put on her clothes and came out: "Madam, it's already very late, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

  It wasn't until the snow fell that she realized it was already midnight, and she hurriedly laughed and said: "Yeah, I'll go right away, Zhen Jie you go first..." She turned off the stereo, bid Snow White goodnight, and rushed upstairs.

  The upstairs was lit up, and her heart skipped a beat - could it be that he had returned?

  She walked through the living room and all the way to the bedroom, where she stood at the door, staring at the person inside who was taking off his clothes. Possibly hearing the sound of the door, he turned around and looked at her with his eyes, but didn't stop what he was doing.

  Snow suddenly remembered her brooch, and perhaps bringing it up now was inappropriate, possibly leading to another brutal response from him. But she didn't know when she would see him again, and that brooch was important to her. Even if she were to seal it away forever, it was better than losing it now, which made her feel like something was missing.

  "Can... you return my brooch?" She walked forward, looking at his back, and asked timidly. She didn't want to provoke him, she just wanted her things back. She couldn't anticipate what would happen next after saying this, but she still had to say it.

  His hand paused, slowly turned his head to look at her, and his handsome face didn't show any expression, but she could feel that he was already angry. However, she still looked at him.

  He could sense her timidness, but in those bright eyes, there was a stubborn determination that seemed to say she would stare at him even if she were afraid. From her gaze, he understood that even if it cost her life, she would still protect that brooch.

  He didn't say a word and didn't put it on again, turned around to leave. As soon as she saw him turn around, her heart became anxious, grasped him: "Please... return it to me... okay?"

  That night, he was like that to her, even if she was extremely unwilling, she wouldn't open her mouth to ask him a sentence, but now, she would ask him for the sake of that brooch...

  He felt the air in his chest suffocating again, and he shook off her grasping hand. His tone was icy: "Don't bother asking, I'm not worthy of you begging me, and you don't have to beg me!" He suddenly turned around, staring at her fiercely, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. "Ouyang Xueluo, don't think that marrying me is humiliating, don't think that making love with me is like I'm defiling you. My mother's brain must be sick if I would have a relationship with you! Even finding a streetwalker would be better than doing it with this block of wood!" He spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes glaring at her fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.

  And she, standing there, her slender figure, a frail appearance as if she would be blown down by his severe tone at any moment, her face looked even paler under the white snowy light, as if his vicious words had stripped her bare and humiliated her, yet in her dark eyes, there was still a resolute determination.

  He was a bit out of breath, pulled out the box from his pants pocket that he had specifically gone to the company to retrieve on his way back, and casually tossed it onto the bed: "Here, take it! If you want to wait, then wait; if you want to miss him, then miss him. But I'm sorry to tell you, I heard he's already dead!" He finally felt satisfied seeing her tears fall from her eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around, not wanting to look anymore, and walked towards the door.

  Just as he reached the door, he heard her faint voice behind him: "It's because he died that I want to keep..."

  He let out a cold snort, ignoring her words, and his tall figure disappeared at the edge of the door.

  I see you guys have been counting the lyrics of my song, I want to make a statement~~

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