Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Are you joking?”
Huo Chen found the truth difficult to swallow. It sounded more like a nightmare.
However, when Huo Yunting spoke again, he dropped a bigger bomb.
“I am not joking, Huo Chen. We are married already.” Huo Yunting tilted his head at Lu Zhaoyang and said casually. “Ask her if you don’t believe me.”
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Huo Chen’s heart sank.
He turned to look at Lu Zhaoyang, hoping against hope that she would gainsay him.
Nevertheless, what he saw was her nodding ever so slightly…
Huo Chen was shocked beyond words. His feet could not move, and his hands tightened into fists.
They’re married…
If he and Yang Yang are married, then doesn’t that make him his nephew?!
Lu Zhaoyang wanted to explain herself, but she had no real excuse.
They were married. That was the truth.
For some reason, exposing their relationship came as a relief to her.
Huo Yunting could no longer use Huo Chen to threaten her anymore. He knew everything there was to know now.
She looked up at Huo Chen. He was frowning deeply with his lips thinning to a line.
She breathed in deeply for a couple of times to brace herself to speak. “Chen, it’s impossible for us to be together. I hope you will find another woman who loves you more than I do.”
After that, she turned to look at Huo Yunting with a flat, emotionless gaze.
“I hate you.”
She spoke those words without intonation, but the resolution behind them was almost palpable.
Those were three simple words that were gone as easily as the wind that blew on the rooftop.
However, they were such destructive words.
Huo Yunting looked at her damp face, red nose, and bloodshot eyes. Her hair was all messy, with some loose strands sticking onto her face.
He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, and then smoothed her blouse that had wrinkled from embracing Huo Chen.
“Then hate me. Remember this feeling. This is the way it should be between us.”
He caressed her cheek and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye. “Get back to work.”
Lu Zhaoyang saw that his eyes were filled with pure hatred as well. When he let go of her, she stepped back into the office building without a word.
Huo Yunting put one hand in his pocket and watched her leave, and then turned back to the other man on the rooftop.
He was immediately treated with a powerful, solid punch in his chest.
Huo Yunting stumbled two steps back. He smirked and looked at Huo Chen, who was boiling with rage.
“If you want to hit me, why not do it in front of her? Are you worried of ruining your gentleman image?”
“What are you talking about? Tell me, why did you do this? Yang Yang is an innocent woman. Even if her mother indirectly caused your mother to be ill, ask yourself, is it any fault of hers?”
He remembered Lu Zhaoyang saying that she did not really want to be with him. Their marriage must be Huo Yunting’s doing.
“How is she innocent? She is Xue Yuming’s daughter — her very own flesh and blood. I shouldn’t need to tell you what it means to be related by blood.”
He felt a dull pain in his chest. Huo Chen must be truly angry to punch so hard.
Huo Chen still had his fingers clenched. The person he cared about was forced to live a life of suffering.
How could he not be angry?!
