Chapter 144
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Once he finished speaking, he audaciously pulled her into his arms, throwing away his pride, his ego, and any semblance of shame he had left. His only desire was to placate her, “I’ve messed up—I beg you to come home, alright?”
Just the thought of her almost being deceived and kidnapped today, messed with by men, and nearly dying in a car crash caused Ye Junqing’s heart to boil over with rage, much like a volcanic eruption. The very thought of slicing up Xia Wealth filled him with a vengeful pleasure!
If he wouldn’t get struck by lightning for making mincemeat out of his father-in-law, he really wouldn’t mind becoming the demon here and now!
“You’re begging me to go home with you—who do you think you are?”
In finding herself unable to free herself from his grasp, she growled lowly.
How could this man be so strong? She was already using all her strength, but it was never enough against his hold, leaving her feeling utterly helpless. The indignity gnawed at her nerves. noveldrama
“I’m the second in line at home.”
Ye Junqing gave her a seemingly ambiguous answer.
Seeing her still struggling in his arms, he continued: “I apologize for the things I said on the plane that day—they were all said in anger. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I haven’t had the opportunity.”
What’s with all the talk about the plane? She didn’t care about what he said on the plane! The unforgivable sin was the way he put out the incense she had lit for the boy last night!
“I owe a life debt to Xia Qiongqiong. I like her.”
Still attempting to hold onto a shred of his dignity, Ye Junqing didn’t mention Ye Xingguang and instead used Xia Qiongqiong’s name to confess his feelings to her.
A life debt, my ass! Isn’t it just that her older brother asked him to use his family connections to search for him in the sea, giving him the chance to escape a doomed flight?
In the end, it was all just an excuse to make some money. Such a greedy capitalist! If it weren’t for that conversation she overheard between Fu Zhuo and another person the other night, she would have actually been moved!
Stepping on the incense she had lit for her young friend was something she could never forgive in a million years!
Seeing her unchanged expression, Ye Junqing felt a twinge of sadness but held her more closely, unwilling to release her from his arms. “Do you want to know what kind of life debt Xia Qiongqiong has saved me from?”
“Who doesn’t know about it?” scoffed Ye Xingguang.
“You know?” Ye Junqing was somewhat surprised.
Once, he’d asked her the same thing, only to be met with cluelessness, which left him rather disappointed.
The deep mark left on his memory by that incident found no trace in hers. Knowing this had been a regret for him. But now that he heard her say she knew, his heart warmed back up.
“Today is my birthday. I’ve organized a party at home, and everyone is waiting for us.” And I’m also waiting for your birthday gift.
Ye Junqing didn’t vocalize the last part of the statement. It stayed unspoken, his anticipation hidden within him.
To him, tonight’s birthday bash wouldn’t have been interesting without her. Without her, his birthday celebrations would be, just like Xia Ye had put it, as bland as a funeral.
Upon hearing his words, Ye Xingguang yelled, “Is your birthday so important? I wanted to properly honor my friend’s death anniversary, you trampled on the incense I lit, and now you have the audacity to ask me to celebrate your birthday with you? Does your birthday count, but my friend’s death anniversary does not? I’m telling you, I’m not playing along with your games!”
Thinking back on Fu Zhuo’s words about the requirement to celebrate birthdays during their marriage term, Ye Xingguang added, “If you want to sue me, then do it. Worst-case scenario—I’ll go to jail! If you want my forgiveness, you’ll have to kneel and bow three times in apology to my friend!”