Chapter 978 - The Little Princess’s Married-in Boyfriend (70)
Chapter 978 The Little Princess’s Married-in Boyfriend (70)
One hundred favorability.
The deepest love.
Once hurt, it was also the most heart-rending pain.
Xu Menggui felt that each breath was a sort of torture. The air became a knife, causing a piercing pain with every inhale and exhale.
With scarlet eyes, he picked himself off the ground in a sorry state. He used all his strength to calm himself down.
It was just not loving him.
It was a deception from start to finish.
What was there that he did not experience?
He was able to survive this bit of pain.
He barely managed to crack a smile. “Okay, Weiwei, enough joking. Let’s go home ba.”
This smile was so sorrowful it made one’s heart sting.
Bai Weiwei leisurely looked at the 100 scum abuse index and considered her shift in character.
She felt that if she suddenly changed her face and said “I was joke just now, I actually still have amnesia, and I still love you.”
Even if Xu Menggui was a fool, after being deceived so many times, he wouldn’t believe it.
Bai Weiwei asked the system, “Can we leave early?”
System: “Once you accept the side task, you have to stay until the final day of the capture period. Just four days left, very soon.”
Bai Weiwei nodded.
Then she felt that all her work on this plan was finished.
She calculated that there were no more follow-up plots.
So Bai Weiwei said extremely calmly, “Xu Menggui, you took everything from me, and I also made you experience my emotions. Now we’re both clear. Goodbye.”
Xu Menggui was probably afraid of being abused.
Bai Weiwei figured that in these next few days, he wouldn’t want to see her.
People would instinctively avoid those who had hurt them.
By the time he went about looking for her, she likely would have left.
Bai Weiwei thought it through clearly and felt that there shouldn’t be any major issues these next few days.
So once she finished speaking, she headed out.
Just as she opened the door, Xu Menggui took a deep breath. His voice was trembling. “You never loved me?”
Bai Weiwei’s footsteps paused. She showed mercy and said smoothly, “I loved ba. Then I stopped.”
A simple sentence.
Summarizing her entire routine.
Bai Weiwei opened the door and left after speaking.
Xu Menggui didn’t stop her. His gaze was fixed firmly on Bai Weiwei’s calmly leaving figure. His eyes were red and filling with moisture.
He blinked, blinking away those stupid tears.
Then he reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He lit it and sucked in a breath with trembling fingers.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. Once he lowered his head, he could see the crowd below.
Bai Weiwei would soon reach downstairs and join these people.
And never see him again.
Their marriage was fake, their love was fake–even their happy future was fake.
He was the only one who took it seriously.
Xu Menggui couldn’t help but laugh. The sound of his laughter was heartbreaking and tragic.
He choked on the smoke, and he clutched his chest, his lips trembling. He felt as though his chest was about to split open.
Xu Menggui thought of his cheap mother.
He didn’t have any good impression of her.
His most profound impression of her was of her several days before her death, continuously flipping through photos of Bai Qingshui.
Some were cut from newspapers.
Some were from magazines.
She was crazy, as well as deeply in love, but also extremely sorrowful.
“The people in our family are madmen who live for love. I love him so much I would rather die with him.”
She repeated these words again and again.
It was like a curse, branding itself in his heart.
Even when she was dead so many years later, when he recalled this woman, all that remained was this scene.
Xu Menggui finally realized what she had meant at that time.
Yes, they were all madmen.
All of them.