My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1939: Heartbroken
Maybe he was just playing with her from the start.
But why does her heart still feel so aggrieved and pained, staying in this corner, watching this scene silently, her heart feels like it’s being cut by a knife, with the sadness of being betrayed, abandoned, and ignored.
What’s even more pathetic is that she knew she should turn away gracefully and leave, act as if this man never existed, yet instead, she became more acutely aware that her heart wasn’t as indifferent as she wanted it to be!
Instead, it’s because she cares more than she imagined, so the pain is even greater.
A scalding tear slid down her cheek, landing on the back of her hand. She sniffed, holding back the tears, refusing to cry. She shouldn’t cry for such a man; she is the proudest princess.
She mustn’t invest her emotions so recklessly again; it only leads to heartbreak and foolish actions. She should invest all her time and energy on the road home, not lingering for anyone, returning to those who truly love her.
Yiyi’s eyes were red; she wiped away the tear stains on her face and walked away silently.
Bastard, go get married yourself!
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"Why do you look like you’ve lost the will to live? Little Ya said you didn’t have dinner, are you dieting?" Fengye Wuyin returned, seeing Yiyi sitting on the sofa by the window hugging a pillow, staring blankly outside. He was surprised; this girl was usually lively and couldn’t stay still, even if she was cooped up in the villa, she always found things to do.
Now she looks spiritless, emotionally low, which was quite frightening.
Who could have upset her this much?
Fengye Wuyin couldn’t help but be a little concerned about her mood.
"Do you know how to use idioms? What do you mean by ’lost the will to live’? I’m not going to kill myself. And I’m so thin, do I need to diet?" Yiyi rolled her eyes at him in exasperation.
This person didn’t know how to talk; when he saw someone was upset, he wouldn’t comfort them but instead used idioms incorrectly, which was truly infuriating.
"You women are always shouting about dieting, already thin but still saying you’re fat, who knows what kind of ailment that is. If you can’t not diet, why not eat? Weren’t you able to eat a lot?"
"I’m in a bad mood, why do you care?" Yiyi turned her head away sulkily.
Thinking about that scene at the ball put her in a very bad mood, how could she eat?
Is this what heartbreak feels like? It’s quite unpleasant, and even more pitiful is that she feels like she hasn’t even been in love yet but already feels heartbroken.
She’s clearly angry but can’t vent it because she doesn’t even have the right to throw a fit, she and Helian Ling Kong weren’t even considered lovers, so what right does she have to get angry like a girlfriend?
The more she thought about it, the more her mood sank; even the motivation to plan an escape was gone.
She responded with such a bad attitude when he kindly showed concern for her, Fengye Wuyin, who rarely cares about women, also felt frustrated: "Whatever, I couldn’t care less about you, eat if you want, starve if you want, it’s none of my business."
He snorted, turned around, and left.
This ungrateful girl, she better become as thin as a stick, so the old man couldn’t sell her for a good price.
As a result, when he got up the next morning, he saw Yiyi still sitting by the window on the sofa, with two big dark circles under her eyes, evidently exhausted from not sleeping all night.
She looked utterly dejected, as if a delicate rose had suddenly wilted, lifeless and lacking vitality, which stirred a subtle feeling in him, making him uncomfortable but also slightly worried.
"Did you not sleep the whole night?" he asked, his formerly rigid tone had softened quite a bit.
"Isn’t it obvious?" Yiyi didn’t even have the mood to indulge him.
