Chapter Sixty Provocation Confrontation

  Xiang Hong blinked her eyes, looking at his seemingly sincere and confident "sincerity".

  What... what does this mean?

  The pride of turning over a game?

  What is vanity?

  Damn it, she's been alive for almost eighteen years, and she's still so arrogant and self-willed, when has she ever felt ashamed!

  This cold-blooded guy in front of him, who dares to bully her like this, has she been humiliated to what extent? He is still not satisfied, must she be sold to him once and for all, and become his slave for the rest of her life?

  Xiang Hong got angrier and angrier, almost to the point of exploding!

  But he still had an extremely sincere expression on his face, eagerly waiting for her to make a move.

  It's suffocating, it's simply suffocating to the point of internal injury. After a long time, Shang Hong still couldn't find the courage to tear her face and scold him, she could only silently mourn in her heart - liking someone like this, what can you do but endure?

  She didn't have the guts to tear her face off, but she had to make him understand that she wasn't the kind of person who would just follow along with whatever he wanted, it was quite necessary.

  She shook her head in disappointment:

  "You - you really have no sincerity at all."

  "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

  Song Shuwei's lips curled up in a smile, he was done for, he had absolutely brought out his utmost sincerity, as long as she spoke up, he was even willing to hand over the family fortune to her.

  Xiang Hong didn't even dare to look at him, it was too hurtful. He meant that she didn't know how to appreciate his kindness.

  Even if he was telling the truth, what Xiang Hong felt was that his sincerity towards her was extremely limited.

  She asked him to come up with something more creative, but he still managed to make her uncomfortable with such a cliché - flowers? Diamonds? A mansion?

  Good grief, it's like they're speaking different languages! In his eyes, she's just a materialistic girl!

  This person is not human and is difficult to communicate with.

  The two people's understanding of love is fundamentally not on the same level, and that sentence might just be something he said on a whim, speaking nonsense.

  She slid to the edge of the bed in utter despair, grabbed the scattered clothes on the floor, shrank into the quilt and quickly put them on, then lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.

  "A man's words in bed are not to be believed, I was just being overly sentimental!"

  He heard this and his sharp features twisted in a puzzled knot, how did he offend her?

  Watching her turn around and leave without any hesitation, he was so angry that he punched the bedside table, "Bang" sound scared Xiang Hong's legs trembled, she hastily turned back.

  He pursed his lips, with a look of displeasure and restraint on his face.

  That gloomy face made her back feel cold, and she trembled as she looked at him. Song Shuyu rubbed his stiff cheeks and beckoned to her to come over to his side.

  Xiang Hong clutched her heart which was racing with fear - damn it, he's actually resorting to violence now!

  No surrender, no surrender! The curse was muttered in a low voice, and the distance between the two people was measured again. Before he pounced on her, she was absolutely sure she could escape to the outside!

  Finally found the courage to fight back.

  "If you still have something to say, I can wait for you in the living room. This obviously isn't a space where we can communicate on an equal footing."

  Xiang Hong's words were polite and distant, with just the right amount of respect. After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked out, her legs trembling as she leaned against the antique shelf.

  Take deep breaths, absolutely cannot be disorganized!

  The two of them were leaning against the screen, both actively engaging in psychological suggestion, looking for excuses to step down smoothly.

  Song Shuyu suppressed his anger and got up, opened the wardrobe, changed into a new white shirt and military trousers, and followed to the living room.

  "Song Hong, I have already submitted an application to your school, requesting a temporary transfer for you to join the troops and participate in the organization of the veterans' farewell ceremony."

  He looked at her eyes refusing him to get close, stiff neck, and could only say this dryly.

  "I'm honored to represent the school and attend, but may I ask, sir, does that job include accompanying you to sleep at night?"

  Xiang Hong suddenly appeared, her eyes sharp and fixed on him.

  "You - how can you talk like that? I - I've always thought, we're together because of mutual attraction, couldn't help our feelings... could it be... you don't feel the same way? You've always thought I was taking advantage of my position to force you?"

  Song Shuwei was taken aback, and he really wanted to rush over and spank her little butt. This remark made him extremely uncomfortable, so he raised his hand to loosen the tight collar of his shirt and told himself to calm down, he must calm down.

  "What you said about mutual attraction does exist between us, but the deeper essence is clear to you - I am a gift given by Qin Luo to you, worth 300,000."

  "This should be the capital you have to brazenly enjoy, the capital you have to brazenly make a fuss about me, the capital you have to brazenly humiliate me."

  This little woman is obviously well-versed in the momentum of parallel sentences, one sentence after another, with the same sentence pattern, calmly emphasizing such cruel facts, without feeling that she is exposing her own scars.

  Song Shuwei was furious, but he didn't expose this uncomfortable transaction. It's because he really had a crush on her and wasn't disgusted by her. How could she still be so self-righteous?

  She thought he was someone who could get close to just about any woman?

  "Three hundred thousand? A gift? Is this how you define our relationship?" His gloomy face filled the entire room with an oppressive atmosphere, like a storm about to break.

  Xiang Hong smiled modestly and warmly, polite and courteous, she didn't want to have a real falling out with him.

  "No! I'm just reminding you that the deal is done and dusted, you no longer have any claim or control over me!"

  Standing in front of you now is Sang Hong, a freshman from the external training department of X Military School in B City.

  If you have a little bit of liking for me, then please treat me with the attitude of a man who respects women equally and pursue me, I reserve the right to refuse.

  Otherwise, I resolutely refuse to go with you to help in the troops."

  Xiang Hong has obviously made up her mind to turn over a new leaf. That humiliating encounter has left her unable to wholeheartedly invest in this relationship. Only by putting that page behind her can she possibly start anew.

  Song Shuwei stared at her tightly, his pitch-black and clear eyes flashing with a sharpness he had never seen before, piercing straight to the bottom of his heart.

  It had been many years since he last met someone who dared to stare back at him like that.

  Her unyielding and uncompromising attitude made him extremely uncomfortable, yet he understood that such a temperament and determination were rare in a woman, especially in someone as young as her.