My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1969: Feeling Pain
Fengye Wuyin stared in astonishment at Ji Lingkong, his heart shaken. Naturally, he knew the identity of the man in front of him, having investigated thoroughly, yet he never imagined that this man had any connection with Yiyi.
Seeing his outburst of rage, it seemed that the relationship was anything but ordinary.
But, weren’t there rumors and information indicating that He Lian Lingkong and the Duke Lie’s daughter were a couple and soon to announce their engagement? Then what is going on with Yiyi?
Willing to cause a scene for her, disregarding the host’s dignity and the eyes of international guests.
At the very least, it proves that Yiyi meant a lot to him.
Fengye Wuyin felt a complex emotion rising, involuntarily lowering his gaze to the Yiyi beside him, only to see her staring at that man with dazed, lost eyes, her skin paling beneath the veil, her body stiff in his embrace.
Even under the forceful gaze of Ji Lingkong, she instinctively evaded his hand and left his embrace.
Fengye Wuyin’s eyes dimmed; her reflexive action came from the heart, proving she cared about the man’s gaze. Her pale complexion proved her inner turmoil.
So, Yiyi also cared deeply about the man before her!
Are these two lovers?
This thought stabbed his heart sharply, for the first time eliciting a dull pain and an inexplicable jealousy.
"Yiyi—don’t you have anything to say?" Seeing Yiyi silent, Ji Lingkong’s eyes grew colder, unable to endure the deafening silence. Her lack of explanation implied something, did it mean she acknowledged the things she’d just said as true?
Seeing her nestled in Fengye Wuyin’s embrace, hearing his confident voice shamelessly discuss their cohabitation and bliss publicly.
And she not only didn’t deny it but happily admitted it herself, even saying there would soon be a baby.
This was a bolt from the blue, rendering him utterly stunned, like a stabbed man, feeling the pain at the instant of stabbing, only to realize later that his heart was pierced completely, with his chest’s blood tearing apart, a heart-wrenching pain starting.
Yiyi froze under his piercingly cold, blade-like gaze. Seeing the hidden pain beneath his angry facade, as if this fact stabbed him hard, with such a sorrowful expression.
Did he feel hurt, feel pain upon hearing her words?
Her lips moved slightly, instinctively wanting to explain, but in the end, she held back.
Explain what? This matter was messy and unclear to begin with, unsuitable to explain in such a public setting. Otherwise, Fengye Wuyin’s goodwill in helping her would be wasted, making things even more complicated and difficult.
Moreover, she wasn’t obliged to explain it to him; after all, he was nothing to her now, and she didn’t need his permission for her actions.
Instead, it was him—pathetically, that tragic and indignant expression of being abandoned didn’t suit him. Was there a need to act so heartbroken now? Perhaps he was this angry simply because he couldn’t accept having just been discarded by her, only for her to immediately fall into another man’s arms.
His possessiveness over her was dominant from the very beginning.
Unfortunately, she was no longer related to him.
"Sir, are you calling me? I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else, I don’t know you." She gazed coldly at him, suppressing her chaotic emotions, her eyes extraordinarily calm.
