NOVPUBChapter 236: 236, Standoff, who is most jealous?
Chapter 236: 236, Standoff, who is most jealous?
“Huanhuan, does it hurt? Don’t be afraid, let me take you to the doctor…” Zhancheng said, concern in his voice.
Song Qinghuan struggled, pushing him away with one shove.
Luckily, her ankle wasn’t severely twisted. She took a step and ran off to the right.
Zhancheng was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his senses and hurriedly gave chase. He quickly caught up to Song Qinghuan, luckily they were no longer at the main entrance, so she wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.
“Qinghuan, listen to my explanation,” Zhancheng no longer tried to pull Song Qinghuan along. He walked quickly beside her, looking at her with sorrow and dimly lit eyes.
Song Qinghuan kept up her brisk walk, half-walking, half-running. When she finally got to an area where no one was around, she abruptly stopped, and addressed Zhancheng fiercely: “Zhancheng, you’re an adult now. Can you stop being so immature, can you be a little more grown up?”
Zhancheng, too, was emotional. He had always been repressing it, but at this moment, he nearly lost control: “I am an adult, I am immature, but Song Qinghuan, my immaturity only manifests when I’m with you, because I like you too much. I have no idea how to express it so that you would accept it.”
Song Qinghuan was at a loss for words, only speaking after a while: “Like? Does your liking mean making things difficult for me? Does your liking suggest making me the target of criticisms, subjected to pointing fingers? Have you ever thought about the consequences, just now at the entrance of my company?”
“I admit that I was inconsiderate, but I only did so to prove my love for you! I’m not like that guy who married you just to delay you!” Zhancheng expressed confidently, without a trace of remorse, indicating that this was a manifestation of love, an extreme expression of love.
Song Qinghuan: “Can you stop using your affection for me as an excuse for everything you do?”
Zhancheng: “But I really do like you!”
Song Qinghuan shouted: “Zhancheng, I’m married.”
Even louder, Zhancheng replied: “I don’t care! Get a divorce, leave that man and be with me.”
Song Qinghuan was on the verge of going insane. She felt that she couldn’t reason with Zhancheng. She no longer wanted to talk to him and wished to put distance between them.
She tried to leave, but Zhancheng grabbed her hand, refusing to let go. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Just as she was wondering what to do, someone unexpectedly embraced her from behind, and forcefully pushed Zhancheng away.
Shocked, Song Qinghuan turned around to see Shi Yuhuan holding her. It was a chilly day and he wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a white shirt. His face was as cold as ice with no expression, it was difficult to tell if he was angry or unhappy.
Upon seeing Shi Yuhuan, Zhancheng’s eyes suddenly turned red with fury.
Shi Yuhuan gave him a disdainful glance, then turned to Song Qinghuan, asking calmly: “Do you want to go home?”
His icy voice was extremely aloof yet seemed threatening to Song Qinghuan, making her shiver involuntarily.
This simple question also revealed to Zhancheng that the man in front of him was Song Qinghuan’s nominal husband, a man who was far superior in presence and temperament.
A sham marriage? Nominal spouses?
If that were truly the case, he would have no jealousy, anger, or dissatisfaction. However, it was clear that there was an ambiguous relationship between Song Qinghuan and this man.
Zhancheng was breathless, his mind heated as he began to rant: “What are you doing? Let go of my girlfriend!”
