Fu Beiting’s expression changed. After a while, he said coldly, “You’re still as vicious as before, you still like to speculate about Xinyue maliciously. Xinyue almost fell just now. I supported her and she accidentally scratched me with her nails.”
Qin Xiangwan pursed her lips tightly.
Did Su Xinyue “accidentally” scratch him, or did she do this to show off her dominance over Fu Beiting?
Seeing that Qin Xiangwan stayed silent, Fu Beiting felt annoyed for no reason. “Qin Xiangwan, did you deliberately lured me here just to bad-mouth Su Xinyue?”
Qin Xiangwan suddenly felt that this was ridiculous. She did not want to see him anymore and pulled the blanket up to cover her head.
However, Fu Beiting suddenly pulled the blanket away fiercely. “Why are you hiding? Don’t you dare to talk to me while looking at my face? Qin Xiangwan, are you feeling guilty about Xinyue’s accident?”
At this moment, Qin Xiangwan could no longer hold it in and shouted at Fu Beiting, “Su Xinyue’s accident was caused by her own decision to run out.”
“If you were not jealous that I’m nice to her and pushed her out from the sidewalk, would she have gotten hit by a car?”
“Fu Beiting, who do you think you are? Even if I’m jealous, I won’t do anything outrageous! Since in your eyes, Su Xinyue is pure and kind while I’m evil, why did you come over?”
Qin Xiangwan gritted her teeth, her eyes were bloodshot as she pointed at the door.
“Get out!”
Fu Beiting clenched his fists tightly. How dare this woman lecture him in such a tone?
He was used to being high and mighty in front of her. The sudden sense of defeat made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He reached out his hand and gripped Qin Wanwan’s slender wrist tightly.
“Qin Xiangwan, you’re indeed vicious and you even like to act cheap in front of me! I’ve only been away for a few days and you’re already playing such a game of cat and mouse with me. You’re really cheap.”
His cold, mocking tone made Qin Xiangwan unable to bear it anymore. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from his iron-like grip.
A surge of sadness rose from Qin Xiangwan’s chest.
For so many years, she had been like a puppet in Fu Beiting’s palms. He controlled her every move.
In the past, she couldn’t control herself and was willing to be lowly in front of him. But now, she realized that she had already fallen into his hands and had no free will in his presence.
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