“No!!”
The moment she pushed open the door, Wen Lanyue saw that bitch holding a lighter, setting the wedding dress on fire.
Wen Lanyue rushed over immediately.
She desperately tried to smother the flames, but the fabric of the wedding dress was highly flammable.
By the time the fire was put out, the dress had been burned beyond recognition.
This was the wedding dress Wen Lanyue had personally helped design, meant to be worn at the wedding…
It had only been delivered today, and before she’d even had a chance to look at it, it was destroyed.
A layer of mist welled up in Wen Lanyue’s eyes, her breathing ragged, as if she were about to suffocate.
Behind her, Ning Xi put on an innocent act: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just thought the dress was so beautiful, I wanted to touch it…”
Smack!
Before Ning Xi could finish speaking, a hard slap landed across her face.
Ning Xi’s face was full of disbelief: “You hit me?”
The next second—another smack.
Seven or eight slaps in a row rained down, leaving Ning Xi seeing stars.
Without a word, Wen Lanyue seized Ning Xi by the hair and slammed her against the wall.
“Ah! Wen Lanyue, are you crazy?! Help… my hair!”
Just then, a set of heavy footsteps sounded from outside the walk-in closet, drawing closer.
The moment she saw that tall, cold figure walk in, Ning Xi’s face changed instantly—she began weeping pitifully, begging for mercy.
“Miss Wen, please, let me go… Ah! It hurts so much!”
Qi Yanli’s handsome face was dark as a thundercloud. He walked over and pulled Ning Xi aside, saying in a low voice, “That’s enough!”
Only then did Wen Lanyue come back to her senses.
She was fighting Ning Xi, and Qi Yanli came over to pull her off—taking Ning Xi’s side?
In plain terms, he was still protecting Ning Xi.
“Even after she burned my wedding dress like this, you don’t think it matters, do you?” The fingertips hanging at Wen Lanyue’s sides were trembling.
Qi Yanli glanced at the ruined wedding dress, then at Ning Xi, who had been beaten bloody.
“The wedding is still a while away. Have another one made. There’s time.”
Ha…
Have another one made?
He brushed it all aside with such a casual, offhand attitude.
Wen Lanyue stood frozen for several seconds, as if a sudden realization had struck her.
The reason Ning Xi dared to act so brazenly, to run wild all over her, was because this man had indulged her time and time again.
Because of Ning Xi, the wedding date had already been postponed twice.
And his attitude toward her had grown colder and more impatient by the day.
Wen Lanyue had chased after Qi Yanli since she was eighteen.
At twenty, she got together with him and spent two years sleeping beside him.
Her dream was to have the wedding right after college graduation. She had loved him until she lost all self-respect, loved him until her whole body ached.
Four years, and she still couldn’t warm that frozen heart.
Enough. It was truly enough.
When Wen Lanyue saw the smug curve of Ning Xi’s lips, she knew she had lost yet again.
She closed her eyes in despair, a single tear slowly falling.
She pulled the engagement ring off her finger and flung it straight at the man’s face: “Let’s break up! I’ll step aside for you two!”
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
That face of his, handsome as if carved by a sculptor—she had once wanted to stare at it twenty-four hours a day, but now even one more second of it made her sick.
Qi Yanli’s pitch-black eyes flickered with shock.
He seemed completely unprepared for Wen Lanyue to have the nerve to throw a ring in his face.
The man exploded with rage, shouting at her retreating back: “Wen Lanyue!!”
But she didn’t hesitate for even a step, vanishing through the doorway just like that.
Fine. Very well.
Taking advantage of the situation, pushing their luck.
When he comes begging to get back together, she’ll get what’s coming to her.
Qi Yanli looked down at the diamond ring glittering on the floor.
Instantly irritated, he kicked it away.
The ring vanished in an instant, kicked off to who knows which corner.
“Yanli, I really didn’t do it on purpose, I’m sorry…”
Hearing her voice, the man turned back with a cold expression, his voice low and sinister: “You think burning the wedding dress means the wedding will be postponed again?”
Ning Xi’s expression froze, and she shook her head instinctively. “I really didn’t mean to, it was an accident…”
“Go to the hospital.”
Impatience written all over his face, Qi Yanli turned and walked toward the door.
He took out his phone and made a call, saying in a low voice, “Postpone the plan. She’s injured.”
…
On a tree-lined road stretching beyond sight.
Wen Lanyue walked along, crying, memories flashing through her mind like images on a revolving lantern.
Four years of memories—more grievances than sweetness.
And Qi Yanli never cared about her feelings. Whenever he was unhappy, he’d give her the silent treatment, leaving her hanging for ten days to half a month at a time—it was routine.
Her first love, her first kiss, even her first… night.
Nearly all the firsts of her life had been given to Qi Yanli.
Only to end up like this.
Heh… she deserved it, really.
That was the price of being a doormat in love.
Wen Lanyue took out her phone and blocked and deleted all of the man’s contact information.
Her lock screen wallpaper was a selfie of her and Qi Yanli.
In the photo, Qi Yanli wore a white shirt, staring coldly at the camera, while she leaned her head sweetly on his shoulder with a bright smile.
It was only after being rejected by Qi Yanli many times that he had reluctantly agreed to take a selfie with her.
She had even secretly set this photo as his phone’s lock screen.
But what good did that do?
He had probably changed it long ago.
Sure enough, love truly couldn’t be forced. Even after four years, she still hadn’t made Qi Yanli fall in love with her.
“Qi Yanli, sorry for the intrusion these past four years.”
She said these words while staring at her phone screen, then deleted the photo completely.
Her heart still ached a little.
Just then, a call came in on her phone.
Wen Lanyue took a deep breath and answered. “Hello…”
“Classmate Wen, the host’s evening gown for tonight’s graduation party has arrived. We need you to come try it on.”
“Okay, got it.”