Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1076 - 1054: What I Want, You Can’t Do

Anya with a man like this? Could it really be as Zhan Xiao’ai speculates, that she is one of his mistresses?

Liang Anya could understand the shock and unease of her old classmates at this moment, because when she first learned of Si Yuheng’s identity, she felt the same way.

After all, in the eyes of normal people, Beiming Hall is still a very old-school underground gang in A Country.

Even if Si Yuheng is trying his best to clean up his image, outsiders may not be able to immediately accept it.

She could feel the gazes her classmates cast upon her, almost not daring to look at everyone.

Si Yuheng, however, seemed oblivious to the astonished looks: "Escort Mr. Mo and these few guests back to the hotel and their accommodations. Let the hotel know to treat everyone well, and put their lodging and meals these days on my tab."

These classmates weren’t locals, they were staying in hotels in A Country and hadn’t driven over.

"Yes, Hall Master."

As soon as the subordinate finished speaking, Liang Anya interrupted: "Thank you, no need."

Si Yuheng saw the rejection on her face, and his expression instantly darkened. Did she really refuse his goodwill in front of everyone?

Mo Zihan felt the awkwardness and tension in the air and quickly said, "It’s fine, the hotel we are staying at is not far, we can walk back leisurely."

Xiaoying and a few other classmates quickly greeted Liang Anya: "Yeah, no need to trouble, we can get back on our own. Just a few steps, we’ll be there shortly. Anya, you’re tired too, go back and rest early."

Liang Anya forced a smile and waved: "Yeah, see you."

As the old classmates departed, the entire street quieted down, making the night even deeper.

Watching their figures disappear at the end of the street, the smile forcibly pasted on Liang Anya’s face gradually faded, and she stood still for a long time, not moving.

Si Yuheng also stood silently beside the Bugatti, exuding an air of impending storm.

A group of subordinates sensed the Hall Master’s impending outburst, hung their heads, stood by nervously, not daring to speak.

Finally, Si Yuheng’s cold voice broke the night’s tranquility: "Did I embarrass you that much?"

From the moment he arrived tonight, she had been very uneasy, afraid that others would know about their relationship.

When playing games, she preferred self-punishment of doing truth-or-dare tasks rather than admitting their relationship in front of old friends.

Now, when he wanted to elevate her status in her classmates’ minds, to help her with her classmates, she publicly refused and quickly distanced their relationship.

She looked at him: "Didn’t you notice they’re a bit afraid of you after knowing your identity? Si Yuheng, they’re just ordinary office workers, please stay away from them."

After speaking, her voice lowered slightly: "I’m sorry, I want to walk back alone."

She left everyone behind and walked forward.

Si Yuheng’s face darkened, he strode to catch up.

The subordinates, cold sweat on their foreheads, followed at a one-meter distance, only hearing the Hall Master roaring:

"Isn’t this what you truly feel, not speaking up for them, but for yourself?"

Afraid of him, wishing he stayed far away—these were the words she wanted to say to him!

She remained silent and continued to walk forward.

He was furious, striding behind her: "Liang Anya, stop! Am I really that unspeakable?"

Her steps halted, she turned around, amused: "How could you be unspeakable? It’s me who is unspeakable."

He took advantage of her pause and pulled her into his arms hard. Having drunk a bit, her gait was unsteady, and she fell into his embrace!

His hand clamped tightly around her waist like a vice, subduing her struggle. His angry voice hit her ears like a torrent, just as intense as his anger at the moment, making her shudder: "What more do you want me to do?"

To make her give up on always returning home, he believed he had already done many unimaginable things.

Yet in front of her old classmates, she still maintained distance, severing ties, fearing being misunderstood by friends!

Even with his low emotional intelligence, he understood that if a woman doesn’t want to bring you into her social circle, it means she doesn’t want a future with you, doesn’t want to be with you!

She held her breath, resisting the fiery anger that came rushing towards her: "What I want, you can’t do."

He was furious yet laughed at the same time, pulling her tightly into his embrace with one hand, his arrogant tone sharp as an arrow: "There’s nothing I can’t do!"

She said coldly, one word at a time: "Leave Beiming Hall, leave those people from Beiming Hall—can you do that?"

His eyes turned cold, and he fell silent.

The frozen air flowed around them, and although her tone was calm, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing anxiously, waiting for his answer.

Until he finally sneered: "You want me to give up Beiming Hall for you? Isn’t that a bit too ambitious? Isn’t it too unreasonable?"

The hope in her heart finally dissipated.

A heavy sense of disappointment crashed down upon her like a tidal wave.

How funny, she was still hoping he might agree!

Back in the private room playing truth or dare, hadn’t he already made his stance clear?

Yet she asked again? It’s simply asking for humiliation.

She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she pushed him away, because she used too much strength, she staggered back a few steps, steadied herself, and continued to walk straight down the street.

A subordinate rushed over: "Hall Master, are you really going to let Miss Liang walk back like this? Should we get Miss Liang into the car instead?"

He coldly watched her receding figure, not speaking, and finally said after a moment, "No need."

With that, he stubbornly followed behind her, accompanying her as she walked.

The subordinates could only slowly drive up behind, slowly following the two of them.

Until his walking posture became increasingly awkward, a close aide gasped before rushing over: "Hall Master, you shouldn’t keep walking, your leg injury hasn’t healed—"

The stinging pain in his leg seeped in waves, from mild to intense, he even felt his pants slightly wet.

Finally, he stopped walking, the severe pain from his injury made it impossible for him to take another step forward, he fiercely stared at her slender receding figure, and sat in the car with the help of a subordinate.

...

In the city streets at night, Liang Anya walked forward alone.

Even though she didn’t look back, she could hear the engines of cars behind her.

She knew there were several cars like a dragon crawling behind her slowly.

The distance from Chinatown to Beiming Hall’s castle was not short, her legs ached terribly, but she still didn’t want to return to the car, didn’t want to be with him in the cramped space of the vehicle.

Resting for a moment, she continued to walk.

Behind her, several cars slowly lined up, trailing her like they were guarding a Princess ahead.

Until reaching the private road junction, vaguely seeing the castle’s outline appearing, her vision blacked out, and in front of a long line of luxury cars, she collapsed to the ground.