C7 Want My Life

"Talking without understanding is a waste of words."

Yueyin resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. She slowly stepped down from the sink, picked up her purse, and prepared to leave.

Before she could take a step, Jing Si grabbed her wrist. His cold demeanor was palpable. "Why? Is it just because of your status as the second daughter of the Shen family?"

"Ridiculous." Yueyin tried to pull her wrist free, but it was futile.

Taking a deep breath, she met his angry gaze with calm defiance. "Second Master Jing, are you here to settle scores with me today?"

His eyes darkened, but he remained silent.

"If so, just tell me plainly. Do you want a piece of my flesh, or do you want my life for this to be over?"

She paused, offering a slight smile that made her striking features even more captivating. "Give me a straight answer. If it's within my power, I'll do it. Just don't bother me anymore, okay?"

His grip on her wrist loosened slightly. Jing Si suddenly shut the bathroom door, and before Yueyin could react, he spun her around, pressing her against it.

Their bodies were suddenly close, his eyes burning with anger that seemed ready to consume her, yet his touch was careful, as if afraid of hurting her.

His deep voice was as captivating as ever, but it was tinged with a sense of brokenness. "Why?"

Her heart ached sharply, as if a saw had torn it open.

Yueyin shook her head, her tone firm. "How many times do I have to say it? I don't love you. You want to marry me, but I don't want that. I just want your money. Do you understand?"

"Yueyin..." Jing Si paused, looking into her clear eyes. "I don't have to marry you. I can give you money, whatever you want..."

"Second Master Jing." She interrupted hastily, fearing her resolve might waver if she listened any longer. "Do you not mind that I've been with other men?"

His dark eyes deepened, and after a long pause, Jing Si spoke with a hint of bitterness, "I don't mind."

He was a born leader, having everyone under his feet from the moment he was born. Surrounded by luxury, he was exceptionally cold, his dark eyes taking in everything, seemingly impervious to anything—except when it came to her, where he showed endless tenderness. Proud as he was, when had he ever conceded even a little?

"Heh!" Shen Yueyin let out a cold laugh, her eyes slightly lowered, her thick lashes hiding the bitterness within. In a cold voice, she said, "Since when did Second Master Jing change so much, willing to humble himself for a woman?"

Every word from Shen Yueyin was like a knife, cutting through the sincerity Jing Si offered, and it cut through her as well.

"Second Master, if you want, there are plenty of women who would line up to be with you. Why bother with me?"

Her soft hand touched his cheek, her voice gentle as she continued, "Let me go, please. Consider it a request."

He almost wanted to strangle the heartless woman in front of him, his hand striking the door with force.

He suppressed his voice, growling, "Then who will let me go?"

"This has nothing to do with me, does it?"

At her words, Jing Si's grip on her loosened abruptly. He slowly stood, grabbing her chin to make her look at him, his voice shattered like a fallen leaf, "Shen Yueyin, do you have a heart?"

"I do."

"Doesn't your heart ache?"

It does...

Shen Yueyin shook her head slightly, "Second Master, do you really need me to beg on my knees before you'll let me go?"