It Started With a Kiss: Leng Shao's Beloved Wife

Chapter 85: The Cliff: The Edge of Hope

The bright light from the crystal chandelier reflected on Wu Xinyan's pale face, as if covered with a thin layer of ice.

Luo Yichen followed Aunt Luo to Zhou's marriage partner. The three of them talked in low voices. She couldn't see their expressions clearly, but she could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the air.

An ominous premonition spread in her heart, wrapping around her like a vine, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Suddenly, Aunt Luo raised her voice with a hint of unquestionable majesty: "Today, I want to announce a happy event!" The noise in the banquet hall gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on them.

Aunt Luo patted Zhou's marriage partner lovingly on the shoulder and continued, "My nephew, Yichen, and—" She paused, her eyes sweeping over Wu Xinyan with a hint of barely perceptible contempt, "is about to be engaged to this outstanding Mr. Zhou!"

It was like a thunderclap exploding in Wu Xinyan's ears. She staggered and almost fell.

A buzz of discussion erupted in the banquet hall, surging towards her like a tide, drowning her.

She stared at Luo Yichen intently, hoping that he would stand up, even if it was just to say a word of explanation.

However, he just lowered his head and remained silent.

To Wu Xinyan, his clenched fists seemed like he was enduring something, and not for her.

got engaged?

He actually wants to get engaged to someone else?

Wu Xinyan felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she was almost suffocating.

The sweet vows of the past have now turned into sharp blades, cutting her heart bit by bit.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears.

She wanted to maintain her last dignity, even though her love and her hope were already like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

The noise around her and the guests' congratulations became blurred in her ears.

She only saw Luo Yichen's silence, Aunt Luo's smug smile, and the glint of pride in Zhou's marriage partner's eyes.

The world seemed to collapse at this moment, and she stood in the ruins, at a loss.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

Wu Xinyan looked up suddenly and saw the hypocritical smile on Zhou's marriage partner.

"Ms. Wu," he said with feigned sympathy, "are you okay?"

Wu Xinyan suddenly shook off Zhou's marriage partner's hand as if she were shaking off a poisonous snake.

"No need for you to pretend to be kind!" She glared at him angrily, with fire burning in her eyes.

Her slender body trembled slightly with anger, but she still held her back straight and refused to bow her head in front of these people.

Zhou's marriage partner raised his eyebrows in surprise, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Ms. Wu, why bother? You should face reality sooner. Yichen should have belonged to me. We are a well-matched couple. You are just an orphan abandoned by your family. You are not worthy of him at all."

His words pierced Wu Xinyan's heart like a sharp knife, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but the pain was not even one ten-thousandth of the heartache.

She wanted to retort, wanted to yell, but found that she couldn't say anything.

His throat seemed to be blocked and he could only make hoarse sounds.

Huang, a media person hiding in the crowd, suddenly had his eyes light up and quickly raised his camera, capturing Wu Xinyan's angry and desperate expression in the lens.

He seemed to have seen the headline of tomorrow's headline: Abandoned wife of a wealthy family makes a scene at the banquet, it turns out to be wishful thinking!

This will be another brilliant achievement in his career.

"You..." Wu Xinyan's lips trembled as she finally squeezed out a word.

She wanted to call him shameless and despicable, but she found that all the words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

Zhou's marriage partner looked at her painful appearance and felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

He leaned over slightly, got close to Wu Xinyan's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "If you know what's good for you, leave Yichen obediently. Otherwise, I will make it impossible for you to stay in this city."

Wu Xinyan suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

She looked at the well-dressed man in front of her and suddenly felt extremely disgusted.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was grabbed by a cold hand.

Aunt Luo walked up to her at some point with a sinister smile on her face.

"Xinyan," she said in a seemingly gentle but actually threatening tone, "It's better not to force some things..."

Aunt Luo's hand, like an iron clamp, tightly gripped Wu Xinyan's wrist.

"Yi Chen's future is not something you can delay. You should understand what is best for him." Every word she spoke was like an ice cone piercing Wu Xinyan's eardrum.

Aunt Luo's eyes swept over the whispering crowd around her, and her tone became lower, but even more sinister. "Be smart and leave here, leave Yichen. Otherwise..." She paused, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, "I will make it impossible for you to take a single step in this city."

Wu Xinyan's heart sank completely to the bottom.

The hustle and bustle around and the guests' laughter seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass, becoming blurry and distant.

She felt like a butterfly entangled in a spider web. The more she struggled, the more powerless she felt.

She looked around blankly, but couldn't find a friendly face, only indifference, ridicule, and gloating.

After the banquet, Luo Yichen found Wu Xinyan. He held her hand and tried to explain: "Xinyan, listen to me, I..."

"Stop talking!" Wu Xinyan shook off his hand violently, as if she were shaking off a red-hot iron.

Her voice was trembling, but with unquestionable determination, "What else do you have to explain? You and they are the same!" Tears blurred her vision, but she stubbornly refused to bow her head and refused to let the tears fall.

Luo Yichen looked at her, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes. "Xinyan, you misunderstood, I..."

"Misunderstanding?" Wu Xinyan sneered. "I heard what he said with my own ears and saw your aunt's warning to me with my own eyes. Could this also be a misunderstanding?" She pointed in the direction of the banquet hall and said in a hoarse voice, "Luo Yichen, tell me, what did you do? What did you do for me? Where is your so-called love?"

Luo Yichen opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He looked at Wu Xinyan, his eyes filled with helplessness and pain.

He wanted to explain, but found that any explanation seemed pale and powerless.

Wu Xinyan stopped looking at him, turned around and left resolutely.

She walked very fast, almost running away.

The high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor, but it felt like they were knocking on her heart.

At the door, Wu Xinyan paused, took a deep breath, and straightened her back. Without turning back, she whispered, "Luo Yichen, from now on..."

"…It's over between us."

The cold wind, wrapped in the night, slapped Wu Xinyan's face fiercely, but it was not as cold as the coldness in her heart.

The high heels seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

The luxurious hotel gradually receded behind her, and the bright lights gradually became blurred, just like her chaotic thoughts at the moment.

She walked aimlessly, automatically blocking out the hustle and bustle of the city, with only the whistling wind and her own disordered heartbeat in her ears.

A black car stopped silently beside her, the window slowly lowered, revealing a worried face.

"Ms. Wu, get in the car." It was Luo Yichen's assistant, Lin Feng.

Wu Xinyan ignored him and continued walking forward. Lin Feng did not give up and spoke again: "Ms. Wu, Mr. Luo is very worried about you."

Wu Xinyan paused and curled her lips bitterly.

Worry?

Is his so-called worry about allowing his family to humiliate her and force her to leave?

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward, as if she didn't hear Lin Feng's voice.

Lin Feng had no choice but to drive slowly behind her.

The street lights stretched her figure out long, making her look particularly lonely.

She stumbled as she walked, like a kite with a broken string, drifting to no one knew where.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wu Xinyan stopped, looked up at the unfamiliar street in front of her, and looked around blankly.

She didn't know where she was or where she should go.

The tears finally burst out and blurred her vision.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to cry out.

Just then, a voice sounded behind her: "Do you need help?"

Wu Xinyan turned around suddenly and saw a man in a black windbreaker standing not far away. The light from the street lamp outlined his angular face and his eyes were deep and hard to see through.

He was holding a newspaper in his hand, and on the front page was a photo of her and Luo Yichen, with a glaring headline - "Abandoned woman of a wealthy family leaves sadly."

The man folded the newspaper and took a step closer to her. "Ms. Wu Xinyan, I think we might be able to work together..."