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The man looked back at her silently.

When he didn't answer, Su Qizhi continued, "When I was seven years old."

At the age of seven, she was not as beautiful as she was now, and because of her family's unrestrained love, she had been stuffed with junk food, becoming a laughingstock among the upper class of children.

She forgot which party she was at and was pushed into the pool by a group of children a few years her senior.

"When I went down to the bottom, I thought I was going to die, until —"

Her smiling face turned to the man. "I saw you."

Hearing this, his brows twitched as he asked, "Is that so?"

He was so calm that it was like he was listening to someone else's story, and he didn't even have the thought of recalling it.

Even though her heart was riddled with holes, she still couldn't help but feel pain. Finally, she intertwined with the pain, she couldn't tell where the pain came from or why it was so. It was as if when she looked at the man in front of her, those wounds would automatically open up and her flesh would become a mess.

"From that time onwards, as long as I was certain that you would attend the banquet, I would ask father to bring me there. Only then would I be able to see you and have some interaction with you."

The man listened quietly, his indifferent face still expressionless. His voice was emotionless as he repeated, "Is that so?"

She didn't know when the tears had come back to her eyes. Even if she didn't care, she didn't have the strength to smile at the man's perfunctory attitude.

The white dress accentuated the pallor of her face.

She closed her eyes, opened them again, and there was a determination in them that could not be ignored.

"Do you really not like me at all?" In the silence of the space, her words were clear and calm.

Once upon a time, she didn't even have the courage to ask this question.

But now, it seemed, there was nothing he couldn't do. Soon, she would become his wife, he would be her husband, and it would be the inevitable result of not making a mistake.

She looked at him, trying to take in all the changes in his face, but the man's handsome face didn't even respond.

He didn't like her. If he could be stingy with even his eyes on her, how could he give her any feelings …

When this scene was imprinted into her mind, all that was left of the woman's face were tears.

"Why …" She leaned back against the bed as if she couldn't support it any longer, as if asking herself or the man, and mumbled, "At that time, you clearly didn't lack people to take care of you, but why did you still let me stay … "You know, I misunderstood. At the very least, I feel that I'm special to you …"

At the time she pointed, Gong Yan naturally understood.

If he remembered correctly, the old mistress had already asked him this question once, and had even had the same thought as a woman. She felt that the only woman these people could get close to him was definitely special to him.

He lowered his head and a cold sneer came out of his throat, "If I remember correctly, I rejected you back then. Now, you have to put all the blame on me …" Isn't that a little unfair, Miss Su? "

Suizhi opened her eyes, looking tired.

Yes, if one had to put it more carefully, it was indeed her own fault, but at that moment, her mind went blank, and she felt that perhaps she was taking care of him in every detail by his side. He could see her sincerity, and even more, he could fall in love with her because of it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a joke.

In fact, all of her hard work was just a joke.

"That's true. It's just wishful thinking on my part."

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to fall in love with another woman so quickly, so I went to America and tried to be that person as much as possible during that period of time."

"In the end, you ended up liking a woman who was completely different from her. I sometimes ask myself if it's worth it, but I don't have a definite answer, as long as it's for you, there's no such thing as worth it."

The man suddenly said lightly, "Do you think you can move me after talking so much? Or, you just want to move yourself? "

He had listened to so much, it seemed to him no more than a loving woman, a nagging self-pity, and if he did not love her, he could not feel her deep or shallow feelings for him, and the effort, ah, was not easy, and felt more and more superfluous.

Perhaps it was because she was completely hurt by the man, Su Zhizhi faintly smiled and could no longer make any other reaction. She ambiguously replied, "Maybe."

With that, she stood up from the bed and calmly looked at Gong Yan, "I've tried on the wedding dress, there's no problem. If you still want to persuade me to break the engagement, then you can go back.

It was unknown when the temperament of the woman had changed, but she had become tranquil and emotionless. Her quiet face, those shy and shy women's postures were all gone.

A cold stare without any warmth fell on her indifferent face, "Do you mind if I never fall in love with you?"

She smiled faintly, her fingernails almost digging into her palms where only the men could not see her.

"At least I can stay by your side."

Gong Yan sneered.

"In that case, you don't have to regret it."

"..."

The next day, the wedding ceremony was held in the Thousand Islands Manor, as the old mistress had intended.

He probably felt that there was no better place to hold this interesting wedding ceremony, so he chose this spot just right.

Of course, this also gave many of the upper class who had only heard of the Thousand Islands before, a chance to see it.

Because the weather was good, the wedding ceremony was held on the lawn outside. There were so many flower balloons that one could easily see the warmth and happiness inside.

Thirty minutes before the wedding, a large number of media outlets had been prepared around the site.

At that time, on the second floor of the white house that was three stories high.

The black iron window had not been taken down.

The man's extraordinary figure stood by the window, one hand in his trouser pocket, his eyes slightly closed as he basked in the broken light of the iron frame.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside the door broke the silence of the room, and the man opened his eyes.

"Young Master Gong."

Because of his burly figure, Tang Sen wore a large black suit that fit him closely. Although his usual murderous aura had faded, his expression was so ugly that he could scare a passerby easily.

Gong Yan looked out of the window, neither turning nor speaking.

Tang Sen clenched his fists and finally lowered his head. With a look of disappointment on his face, he said, "I'm sorry, but there's still no trace of Miss Pei."