Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Ye Chenxi couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear to torture Wen Wan anymore, because he lost, and he really fell in love with her, there was no cure for it.

"I let you see him!" The words almost blurted out.

Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief, her tensed wrists also relaxed, and she slowly dropped the tile.Although Ye Chenxi's change caught her off guard, she still believed in her heart that he would not back down.

Ye Chenxi quickly rummaged through the medicine box and squatted down to stop her bleeding. Seeing the shocking wound on his forehead, he couldn't bear it, and scolded, "Are you crazy? There will be scars."

"Will the scars on your face be as deep as the scars on your heart?" Wen Wan looked at him blankly.

The faces of the two are so close that you can almost see each other's pores, but what a pity is not love, but a farther distance.

"What about him? How many scars have you left in your heart?" He asked back.

She chuckled: "He is not a scar, he is a mole on my heart, I should meet him, it is destined."

Ye Chenxi's heart seemed to be gouged out by her with a dagger. Although he had seen through it long ago, he was still unwilling.

"What if I kill him?" he asked.

Wen Wan knew that he would do this, but at this moment she could no longer back down and let alone give in, so she told him firmly and decisively: "If you dare to kill him, I will kill you and then commit suicide."

"...Hehe..." He suddenly laughed after listening for a long time, with a bit of bitterness and sourness, and more of disdain, "Is it worth it? He has nothing good."

Wen Wan shook her head: "He is very good, although I am very tired because of him, but I am happy because I love him."

Ye Chenxi had to admit that he had been determined by Wen Wan, and he had unknowingly put his heart on her.

"Why don't you want to look at me? I have treated you sincerely, why can't you give me a chance?" His voice was cold, a little muttering to himself and seemed to be talking to Wen Wan.

"Chen Xi, tell me what love is?" She looked at him sadly, the blood on her face had been wiped off, and the white skin against the hideous wound on her forehead was particularly obvious.

"Love? It's about cherishing and caring. It's about unconditionally sacrificing and giving for the one you love. You just want her to be happy." He looked at her. He once used silent protection to prove his love, but it turned out to be nothing. That also shows that he really loves her.

Wen Wan shook her head and smiled wryly, her eyes were cold and filled with endless darkness and disappointment: "Wrong, this is not love."

"Then tell me, what is love?" He asked curiously.

Every word is gentle: "Love is about destroying, hurting, occupying, and destroying, and doing whatever it takes to get the other person, even if it makes her sad and disappointed. If necessary, it can be broken up. The love I understand at this moment."

After she finished speaking, she looked up into his eyes, hoping to find a trace of familiarity from those pupils that were once gentle as water, but unfortunately... no, his eyes suddenly became cold, and even her reflection was sealed.

Ye Chenxi got up, looked down at the messy floor of the room, still as gentle as a bottle of broken doll: "Do you think me, I am hateful?"

She nodded gently, and the answer was noncommittal: "Isn't it hateful? You lied to me so hard."

"I lied to you? No, I didn't lie to you, it was Shen Moling who lied to you, but you couldn't see clearly." Ye Chenxi refused to admit it, but her steps backed up involuntarily.