His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

Yang Sitong was both in pain and torment. Her eyes were misty with tears; however, those were not tears of pain. Other than pain, there was a torrential hatred that was bubbling in her chest.

Her lips were quivering uncontrollably right now. There were so many times she wanted to ask him if he had just been standing outside and listening to her helpless cries for help. However, she found the words stuck in her throat each time.

The man glared at her with nothing more than a cold gaze that was frosty as ice, as though she was his enemy.

She glared at him intently, wanting to spot the slightest change of emotions in his expression. However, there was none.

“What have I been doing everything for? After all these years, I’ve just been trying my best to be a woman that was befitting of you! My emotions, my etiquette, my behaviour… which part of it hasn’t been tailormade to suit you? You shouldn’t be ignoring me like this just because of her!”

Lu Yanchen’s cold, handsome expression did not budge in the slightest. In fact, it turned colder. “And, so?”

Yang Sitong’s face stiffened while tears of grievance spilled onto the ground in huge drops.

“Yanchen, aren’t you clear that it’s impossible between you and her?! I am your fiancée! WE are the couple! I just don’t get it! I don’t understand! I love you so much, and yet that woman doesn’t love you at all! Not one bit! She’s nothing but a sl*t…!”

Lu Yanchen took a single step forth in displeasure.

For Yang Sitong, who was almost driven crazy by her emotions right now, could not help but shut up in the presence of his imposing aura.

He looked down on her with a cold and frosty gaze, his tone indifferent, “Even if it’s not her, it wouldn’t be you either.”

Yang Sitong felt a sharp pain piercing through her heart as her face was filled with despair. She bawled out even harder. “Why? What’s so bad about me?”

Lu Yanchen did not reply her, asking instead, “Everything that had happened today… was it your idea, or your mum’s… or your brother’s?”

The icy cold aura had sunken even further, bringing with it a killing intent!

Yang Sitong froze for a moment. She did not understand what Lu Yanchen meant by that.

“You think that I can’t do anything to you just because you’ve saved me?” Lu Yanchen’s voice drifted out once more, stuffing his hand into his pocket. “Let me borrow a sentence that you declared earlier on—even if I can’t destroy you, you think that I can’t destroy your family?”

Yang Sitong thought that he was joking around, but clearly, that wasn’t the case… Even though his tone was filled with his usual indifference, there was a frightening feel laced with it. His eyes were nonchalant as always, yet they seemed as though they could devour her up.

“I owe no debt of gratitude to them at all!”

He narrowed his gaze, exuding forth a single, sharp, contained gaze of savagery.

Yang Sitong was so afraid that her eyes widened as her body convulsed violently. She then shrieked out in terror, “It has got nothing to do with my mum or my brother! It was all me!!”

“Then, this shall be the end of everything!”

He spat out those last few words coldly before turning around to leave right after.

From the start to the end, Lu Yanchen had not said anything particularly nasty. Yet, every single word was booming through Yang Sitong’s mind like thunder.

Without her mother or her brother, there was no Yang Family. Without the Yang family, she would be nothing.

Even though he had not spoken up for Shi Guang from the start to the end, he was making his stand clear with every single word he said—Shi Guang was someone he was protecting!

If she dared to do anything more, he would definitely not stand by idly and watch!

That was right, she was his life savior and he could not do anything much to her. But, he would make it such that she had nothing else save for her life!

She was so jealous that she was going insane, yet she was so frightened to the point where she was barely able to breathe anymore. It was as though she was stuck in a freezer right now. Even if the door was already opened, she remained rooted just like an ice sculpture…