Chapter 142 Strong Kiss 3

Ye Peicheng was holding Qiao Moyu tightly within his arms. From Xing Yichen’s perspective, due to Ye Peicheng’s tall stature, only Qiao Moyu’s dress could be seen, along with the pair of heels that she had just used to step on him.

No matter how many conjectures he made in his heart, nothing beat seeing it right before his eyes. As Xing Yichen stared at the two people kissing without parting, the firm belief he held onto in his heart finally began to crack. With the slightest touch, it did crumble.

It turned out that the little girl who only had him in her heart finally really did start liking someone else!

That girl, when she was little, sweetly called out ‘Brother Yichen’ nonstop;

That girl, every time on his birthday, would give him folded paper cranes and flowers that she made herself;

That girl, cooked meals for him over and over again, without even tasting a bite of it herself;

That girl, perhaps was the one who pulled him out of the gates of the underworld when he was 17.

What he originally took for granted and believed could be received without any effort, one day, will be given to someone else?

The lights above his head, due to the silence, slowly extinguished. When the two people in the corner could no longer be seen, Xing Yichen could only feel an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

This kind of emptiness made him feel flustered; he had to do something to get rid of it!

Xing Yichen stepped forward and, in the blink of an eye, arrived by Ye Peicheng. He reached out his hand, grabbed onto Ye Peicheng’s arm, and fiercely yanked it to the side: “What are you doing to her?!”

Ye Peicheng, having been fiercely pulled away, turned his head. His eyes were stormy and his tone was saturated with a murderous air: “Xing Yichen, I am with my girlfriend! Have you gone mad?!”

This was the first time Qiao Moyu saw Ye Peicheng so angry. The pressure he was currently giving off was a hundred times stronger that what he was pressuring her with previously. She originally thought that her martial arts was well trained; however, it didn’t even hold a candle to his aura! In the future, she has something to work toward again!

While she was still in deep thought, Ye Peicheng pulled her back into his arms, using his free hand to keep her head within his embrace. He met with Xing Yichen’s ferocious gaze, his tone cold and fierce: “CEO Xing, please have some self-respect!”

Xing Yicheng ignored Ye Peicheng, his line of sight steadily locked on the Qiao Moyu within Ye Peicheng’s arms. His voice was frosty: “Moyu, you tell me. Is he forcing you?”

Qiao Moyu felt like collapsing. It must be that this morning, when she was wiping her face, she had patted too hard, thereby inducing so many peach blossoms to come find her. She couldn’t think of a solution, so she had no choice but to poke her head out from Ye Peicheng’s arms pretend to be shy: “No, Brother Ye didn’t force me. We had gotten together a while ago.”

Ye Peicheng was satisfied with her answer, and his aura weakened by a few points in accordance.

On the other side, Xing Yichen had been staring Qiao Moyu’s eyes the entire time. She also stared back at him. He realized that when she looked at him, there were no traces of her previous feelings.

She truly did not like him anymore. She had chased after him, yet he had never stopped for her. In the end, she had walked 99 steps, and was no longer willing to take another,

In the hallway, the volatile atmosphere filled with drawn swords and killing spirit stagnated. Xing Yichen slowly withdrew his gaze from Qiao Moyu.

When he turned around, he suddenly thought, what had he even disliked about her in the past? He could only complain, and resent the fact that when his life was hanging by a thread, she had, without a hint, gone abroad to study, leaving behind no news. Once she had left, she was gone for a greater part of the year.

Sigh, the ‘reason’ why he hated her before ended up becoming the ‘fruit’ of his remorse now. Xing Yichen, with glistening eyes, looked at the girl within Ye Peicheng’s embrace. A dull pain that was hard to ignore spread throughout his heart.