Fu Yinxiu clenched his teeth, his anger barely contained. "Did not owe me?" he repeated. "Did not owe me?"
So, she was so carefree and casual!
Was he not direct enough? Was he not manly enough?
He suddenly yanked up her skirt and moved in closer. "You speak so flippantly, but every time I touch you, you act like this. How dare you pretend? I'm embarrassed for you."
Ming Yutong's face turned pale, her legs flailing as she tried to push him away. "Don't touch me! It's disgusting!"
Fu Yinxiu froze for a moment, his lips parting slowly. "Oh? Let me see how you find me disgusting."
He stared at her stubborn red lips, remembering how she had held the marker in her mouth during the game.
His throat tightened as heat surged from his chest. He leaned down and kissed her.
The sensations from that day in the Qilin Hotel room came rushing back to Ming Yutong. He had touched others and now he was touching her again!
Desperately, she fumbled to open the car door above her and shoved Fu Yinxiu away. She turned and collapsed onto the seat, her head out the door as she vomited violently.
She was truly sick, emptying out everything she had eaten that morning onto the ground. Fu Yinxiu's face turned pale, a hint of panic flashing across his features.
He pulled her back, forcing her to lean against the seat, his disbelief evident. "Are you really this disgusted by me now? You vomit just from being touched?"
Ming Yutong's face was ghostly white, her nausea and fever exacerbating her discomfort.
She had barely managed to eat anything in the morning, and now all she had left was the sour bile in her stomach.
Her head felt foggy and heavy, unsure if her fever was spiking again. Even Fu Yinxiu seemed unreal, as if he were a distant figure in her blurred vision.
Weakly, she lifted her eyes to him, seeing his angry and tense face. His rage seemed so intense, she wondered if he might kill her.
With a touch of sarcasm, Ming Yutong said, "Yes, for some reason, I feel like vomiting just from your touch."
Fu Yinxiu's anger was palpable, his expression dark and forbidding. Ming Yutong sensed he might be on the edge of losing control.
She fluttered her eyelids, her tone mocking as she asked, "Are you planning to kill me?"
Seeing Fu Yinxiu's restrained demeanor, Ming Yutong let out a soft, almost gentle laugh. "Why don't you just kill me?"
Her laugh was light and soft, but it carried a hint of madness that seeped through.
"You've always insulted me, looked down on me—how much do you hate me? You can't stand to see me doing well. You only feel happy if I'm miserable. You get angry every time you see me, so why don't I just die? Will that make you happy?"
"You've always pressured me, insulted me. If I die, will that relieve you from worrying about encountering me and being humiliated by me? Will you no longer worry about me being close to Jingshi?"
Ming Yutong suddenly reached for his waist, "You have a gun, right?"
"With your status, it should be easy to kill me, right? You wouldn't even need to face any consequences." Ming Yutong said, "Since that's the case, you might as well kill me. It will save you from feeling disgusted every time you see me. Without me, you'll feel relieved, won't you?"
"Are you crazy!" Fu Yinxiu grabbed her wrist.
Ming Yutong, however, managed to pull out a gun from his waist.
Haha.
After years, he still hasn't changed this habit.
Seven years ago, she knew where he hid his gun.
Only she knew.
If it wasn't for someone close and trusted, he wouldn't have shown this habit.
But she never expected that, even after seven years, this habit hadn't changed.
Seven years ago, only she knew about this habit.
What about seven years later?
Did someone else close and trusted know?
Or maybe, did He Ruoyi know?
Ming Yutong held the gun to her own temple, "If I die, it'll all be over. I won't have to endure your humiliation, and you won't have to see me and feel disgusted."
"It will also be my final liberation. I won't have to be anxious every time I see you. No more silly persistence."
She could never invest in new relationships after him.
And he, continuously with other women.
While he kept changing women, he would say she didn't deserve happiness.
Such double standards, Ming Yutong had truly had enough.
Ming Yutong pulled the trigger in front of Fu Yinxiu.
Fu Yinxiu's face changed drastically, realizing she was serious!
"You're crazy!" He slapped her hand away, quickly removing the bullets from the gun.
"Yes, I'm crazy. I'm driven crazy by you! Fu Yinxiu, you keep pushing me to death, aren't you? I ask you to kill me, but you don't. Are you waiting for me to do it myself? You want me to commit suicide to be happy, don't you!" Ming Yutong cried out.
"You won't die." Fu Yinxiu said solemnly, "Your heart is too hard. Even after seven years, you haven't died. How could you die now? You care too much—you care about your family, about Jingshi. How could you bear to die?"
"Hahaha!" Ming Yutong cried and laughed, "Yes, I can't bear to die. I've finally found Jingshi. Even if I can't recognize him, I want to see him grow up and live well. You're right, I care too much. I'm used to living alone and being strong. I can't bear to die."