Ling Zhendong and Ling Yigu were afraid that they would fight, so they quickly stepped forward and pulled Yan Yao away.
"Speak well if you have something to say."
Ling Zhendong advised.
Shiyang didn't want to affect today's happy event because of herself, so she turned to look at Fu Jingchuan: "Fu Jingchuan, do you have to make sure I have a boyfriend now before you let me go?"
Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes suddenly became fierce, and the hand holding her wrist suddenly tightened, and then suddenly released when it touched her suddenly frowned eyebrows.
His voice was unusually calm: "Shiyang, you are forcing me."
"You're forcing me." Shiyang said, her eyes looking at him quietly, with no intention of giving in.
The stalemate between the two made Tang Shaoyu on the side extremely worried, especially looking at Fu Jingchuan's bloody hand. He was afraid that his hand would be crippled by dragging him down, and he didn't know how deep the glass was.
He quickly came up and persuaded: "Okay, okay, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later. I can't run away even if I'm a company person. You go and treat the wound first."
He stepped forward to push Fu Jingchuan away, but Fu Jingchuan's injured palm swung him away, sprinkling blood all over his face.
When Shiyang saw the blood droplets accidentally thrown on Tang Shaoyu's face, his expression changed slightly. He subconsciously glanced at Fu Jingchuan's injured palm, then pursed his lips slightly and turned his head away, ignoring it.
Tang Shaoyu saw that Shiyang had made up his mind to ignore Fu Jingchuan and didn't care about anything else. He stepped forward and whispered in Fu Jingchuan's ear: "What are you doing? So many people are watching."
Fu Jingchuan ignored him, his dark eyes still staring at Shiyang closely.
"You won't come with me today no matter what, right?" he asked.
Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."
Fu Jingchuan: "What if I have to ask you to go with me?"
"You can't force me, Fu Jingchuan." The voice was still very soft, "Stop making trouble, this is not like you."
"Then how do you look like me?" Fu Jingchuan asked, "Shiyang, do you really understand me?"
Shiyang pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Shiyang, I have compromised for you many times." He said, his voice softening.
So this time, he will not compromise no matter what.
Even though he knew clearly in his heart that he and she in front of him looked like a farce.
"Do you also want me to do this to you and use the same means to force you?"
Shiyang asked softly, picking up the cup on the table and suddenly shaking it hard.
Fu Jingchuan's expression suddenly changed. Almost at the same moment, his injured hand tightly clasped her wrist holding the cup. Shiyang let go of her hand in pain, and the fallen cup was caught by Fu Jingchuan's other loosened hand. .
Fu Jingchuan chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Shiyang, I can never be cruel to you."
"Every time, you always pinpoint my weakness and I give in."
He let go of her wrist.
There was also a circle of bright red blood on his wrist.
Shiyang stared blankly at the blood on her wrist and resisted looking at Fu Jingchuan's palm, instead looking at Ling Zhendong who was looking at her worriedly.
"I'm sorry, teacher." Shiyang apologized softly, "I lied to you. I... and Fu Jingchuan were married before, but we separated because we were not suitable for each other. So last time you wanted to match us up, I I rejected your offer."
Ling Zhendong: "..."
Fu Jingchuan also looked at Ling Zhendong: "Sorry, Mr. Ling, it's my problem."
"..." Ling Zhendong no longer knew what to say, and held his lips awkwardly, "No...it's okay."
Fu Jingchuan bowed apologetically to him and Zhang Huilin, and then left without looking back.
"Well, Mr. Ling, I will accompany him to the hospital to treat his wounds first."
After Tang Shaoyu finished speaking, he quickly chased after him.
The two figures disappeared at the door of the villa.
Ling Zhendong looked at Shiyang worriedly.
Shi Yang's eyes were already a little red, he lowered his eyes and said goodbye to Ling Zhendong: "Teacher, I'm going back first."
Ling Zhendong nodded and did not dare to stop him: "Go back and have a good rest."
Shiyang nodded gently: "Thank you, teacher."
Yan Yao also turned around and said goodbye to Ling Zhendong, then followed Shiyang to see her off.
Shiyang raised her hand and made a stop gesture, and she didn't even look back.
Yan Yao had to stop and looked at Shiyang's back with complicated eyes.
Shiyang said no more and left without looking back.
