Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Tomorrow is my friendâs death anniversary_l
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Ye Xingguangs wrist was being squeezed painfully. She frowned tightly, âAre you crazy? When have I ever wished for your early death?â
âYou donât even admit it. If youâre not wishing me dead, why are you burning paper money here for me?â
âWho said Iâm burning paper for you? Iâve already said that I was doing it for a friend of mine. My friendâs death anniversary is tomorrow. 1 originally planned to burn it tomorrow night, but youâre supposed to be celebrating your birthday at home, arenât you? I didnât want to upset you, so I chose to finish it a little after midnight tonight. Youâre just imagining things! Let go of me!â
But no matter how hard Ye Xingguang tried to pull her hand away, she couldnât escape from his strong grip.
Upon hearing her explanation, Ye Junqings expression didnât soften at all. Instead, he questioned her sharply, âWhose death anniversary is it?â
âWhy do I have to tell you!â
He dared to put out the incense she was burning for the young boy? She was so angry she felt like she could burst. Who wants to tell him anything!
Unable to break free from his grip, Ye Xingguang lifted her foot and stomped hard on Ye Junqings foot, furious and annoyed. âLet go of me!â
But Ye Junqing didnât let go. He towered over her, staring at her, âIâm asking you, whose death anniversary it is? Whatâs their name?â
âWho are you to me that I should tell you anything? Iâm telling you to let go, or else I wonât be polite anymore!â Ye Xingguang wasnât one to tolerate bullying. Why would she reveal her personal secret to that jerk?
Ye Junqing let out a cold snort. He knew she had made up the story on the spot, âSo, you have nothing to say? Burning paper here to curse me, and you still donât want to admit it, Ye Xingguang? If you dare to burn paper on my birthday again, Iâll skin you alive!â
âGo ahead, then!â Ye Xingguang raised her head, staring defiantly at Ye Junqings furious face.
Seeing her unconcerned expression, Ye Junqings eyes darkened. His memories and current reality merged together, recalling all those countless arguments theyâve had. Thinking of her constant provocations just because he didnât have the heart to do anything, made him even angrier.
His anger was building, âYe Xingguang, donât think that because I indulge you, you can go about without fearing anything! Donât think that I wonât do anything to you! This is my final warning to you, stop provoking me like before, or elseâŠ
âOr what? Whoâs provoking who here?â
In order to keep things from upsetting him, she had already come out to burn the paper money right after midnight. What more did he want from her?
Why is this man being so unreasonable?
Ye Junqing tightly held onto Ye Xingguangs thinking of the many times he had exploded in anger in the past. Swept up in rage, he wanted to conquer her, to enter her heart, to take her back to her room and deal with her!
And deal with her until she cried, until he regretted it and they were both hurt.
Ye Junqing didnât want to experience that âboth hurtâ situation again. In a subconscious move, he let go of her wrist. Otherwise, he wasnât sure if he would be able to control his fury and end up in another mutual loss situation again.
He turned around, not wanting to look at her, not wanting to give her another chance to fuel his anger. He just left her with a powerless sentence, âYou can go, Iâm tiredâŠâ
That remark stopped Ye Xingguangs brewing anger in her throat. It was stuck, it couldnât get out, and she couldnât swallow it back down.
She pursed her lips, not understanding what he meant by his words. Was he asking her to go back to her room, or was he telling her to get out of the Yeâs house?
She didnât understand, so she asked directly, âWhat do you mean?â
As Ye Junging walked towards the depths of the night, his echoed reply was the only sound in the quiet night, âLeave my world, I donât want to see you againâŠâ