Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Meng Ruozhao's icy voice.
"Yan Qiubai."
She looked up, her clear eyes fixed on him.
There was not a trace of pettiness or joking in them, only a determined calm.
"Let's break up."
The glimmer of joy on Yan Qiubai's face froze instantly.
Then it shattered bit by bit, replaced by disbelief and fury.
"What did you say?"
He almost roared, taking a sudden step forward.
His tall figure loomed over Meng Ruozhao menacingly.
"Meng Ruozhao! Do you know what you're saying?"
The elevator was already cramped.
This step of his forced Meng Ruozhao's back against the cold elevator wall.
With a "bang", he placed his hands on either side of her body.
Trapping her completely within his aura, there was a terrifying storm churning in his eyes.
The strong, aggressive aura of the man mixed with his sudden outburst of anger made Meng Ruozhao's heart clench.
A familiar sense of fear from the depths of her memory suddenly seized her.
In that instant.
A blurry but heart - wrenching image flashed through her mind -
It seemed to be in a similar enclosed, private space.
She was also saying "break up", and then was thrown roughly onto the bed.
Struggling, crying, until she was exhausted and her consciousness was blurred...
The image flashed by so quickly that she couldn't catch the details.
But it left behind a clear sense of helplessness.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and her body involuntarily trembled slightly.
Looking at Yan Qiubai's handsome face, which was now distorted by rage and only inches away from her,
a hint of fear and resistance uncontrollably showed in her eyes.
However, her momentary daze and fear were completely misinterpreted in Yan Qiubai's eyes.
He looked at her pale face and the fearful eyes.
The fury in his heart was suddenly strangely mixed with a cold understanding.
He suddenly lowered his head and leaned in, almost brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and full of sarcastic coldness.
"Break up? Meng Ruozhao, when did you learn this trick of playing hard - to - get?"
"Just because my ex - girlfriend showed up, you're making such a scene?"
He reached out his finger and roughly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Then the corner of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.
"Unfortunately, I don't like this."
"The kind of girl I, Yan Qiubai, like is a docile and obedient one."
"Your behavior like this will only push me further away."
It was true that he liked her.
And she was the only one he had ever truly liked.
Even his short - lived relationship with Shen Xinyin, which lasted less than a month, was because of her.
However, he didn't like her acting like this.
In the past six months, he had only shown a third of his affection for her, afraid that she would become spoiled.
Yet, she still dared to use "break up" to threaten him.
It seemed that he had been too good to her.
Yan Qiubai's words were harsh.
But strangely enough, Meng Ruozhao didn't feel sad.
Looking at his handsome face, full of sarcasm and impatience, only inches away from her, she felt extremely calm.
But the heart - wrenching feeling brought by the memory fragments that flashed by just now.
Made it impossible for her to stay here for another second.
She suddenly turned her head and broke free from the finger on her chin.
Her voice was hoarse but filled with a dead - like calm.
"Since you don't like it, it's just right..."
"Three days. I'll give you three days to think about it."
Yan Qiubai interrupted her sharply, his tone so overbearing that there was no room for doubt.
"If after three days, you still want to break up, then I'll grant your wish."
He took a step back.
Slowly tidied up his collar, which had become a bit messy due to his intense movements.
His eyes also regained that sense of superiority and control.
"I've indulged you too much recently, making you forget your place and daring to use break - up to threaten someone."
"I'm also responsible for this, so I'll give you three days to think it through."
"Calm down. It's best if you also ask your family's opinion."
He was convinced that she was just throwing a tantrum.
Using this way to attract his attention and demand more attention and commitment.
He thought that he had been too good to her, which had "spoiled" her to the point of being so over - confident.
He coldly glanced at her, his tone carrying a self - righteous "gift".
"Think about what you'll gain and what you'll lose if you leave me."
This was almost an obvious warning.
After saying that, he took a deep look at her pale and patient face.
Then he suddenly pressed the elevator door - open button.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he strode out without looking back.
Judging from the direction, he should be going back to "Shuiyunjian", leaving Meng Ruozhao alone, standing stiffly in the cold elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, and it started descending again.
Meng Ruozhao leaned against the cold metal wall and slowly slid to the ground.
The red mark on her wrist from being grabbed still ached faintly, and there seemed to be a residual rough touch on her chin.
His hurtful words echoed in her ears.
She faintly detected the threat in his words - the Du family and her studio.
She didn't care about the Du family.
But the studio was her hard - earned work and her foundation.
Yan Qiubai did have the ability to make it disappear overnight.
But, he shouldn't do that, right?
She tried to comfort herself.
Maybe he was just angry because she suddenly brought up the break - up, so he spoke without thinking.
After all, in the past six months, although he sometimes had a bad temper as a young master, he hadn't really done anything to her.
Moreover, since he gave her three days, afraid that she would regret her impulsive decision.
Maybe after his anger subsided, she could talk to him more calmly after three days.
After all, it was better to part on good terms. There was no need to end up in a fight to the death.
Thinking of this, Meng Ruozhao took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
She stood up, tidied up her slightly disheveled hair and dress, and tried to make her expression calm again.
The elevator reached the first floor, and the door opened.
She straightened her back, walked out, passed through the resplendent lobby, and headed towards the parking lot.
The slightly cool night breeze blew on her face, clearing her muddled mind a bit.
She just wanted to go home quickly, take a shower, and temporarily put aside all these annoying things.
Just as she walked up to her ordinary commuting car and was about to open the door, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure not far away.
The man was wearing a slightly oversized fluorescent vest with the logo of a certain chauffeur platform printed on it.
He was leaning against an electric bike, looking down at his phone.
With a sharp - featured profile and a high - bridged nose, who else could it be but Pei Jiangmu?
Meng Ruozhao was stunned for a moment and almost blurted out involuntarily, "Pei Jiangmu?"
Hearing this, Pei Jiangmu looked up. Seeing her, a trace of real surprise appeared on his face just right.
"Sister? What a coincidence."
His eyes quickly swept across her face, keenly capturing a trace of residual paleness and forced calm.
What did that bastard do to her?