amaotonovel Chapter 170 That Bastard Si Jingnian
Chapter 170 That Bastard Si Jingnian
Seeing Shen Qingyao's resolute attitude, Si Jingnian's face turned pale with anger, and he felt as if a raging fire was burning in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it.
He stared wide-eyed at the seemingly weak yet incredibly stubborn woman before him, feeling both angry and helpless.
That pent-up frustration was like a volcano about to erupt, rampaging through his body and almost making him faint.
“Shen Qingyao, I am your husband! How can you disrespect my wishes like this? I know in my heart that the reason you are so resolute is simply because of that damned bead. You want to stay far away from me to protect me.”
"But I am a grown man, and you are my wife. Even when faced with a life-or-death decision, whether I die with you or live on alone, can't I even have the right to choose? What gives you the right to make this decision for me on your own!"
Si Jingnian clenched his teeth and squeezed out these words.
His voice trembled slightly with anger, and his once gentle and refined eyes were now bloodshot, reflecting both deep pain and uncontrollable rage.
Shen Qingyao felt a tightness in her heart as she listened to Si Jingnian's reprimand.
She naturally understood that her actions were indeed somewhat excessive, but since things had come to this point, there was no point in saying anything more.
She lowered her head, her gaze darting away, not daring to look directly into Si Jingnian's eyes, which were filled with anger and resentment.
After all, this was the first time Si Jingnian had ever lost his temper with her like this, which made her feel both curious and bitter.
Recalling the sweet times the two of them had shared, those beautiful moments of romance under the moon and whispering sweet nothings flashed through Shen Qingyao's mind like scenes from a movie.
However, because of this sudden change, they have now experienced such a fierce conflict and contradiction for the first time.
Perhaps this first time will also be the last, their final farewell in this life.
Thinking of this, Shen Qingyao felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
"Si Jingnian, there's no point in saying anything now. It's not that I don't want to continue walking hand in hand with you, but fate has played a cruel trick on us; we are destined to be apart. So be it. From now on, let's each accept our fate and take care of ourselves..."
Shen Qingyao forced back her tears, slowly raised her head, and said in a slightly choked voice.
Although she knew in her heart that this move would infuriate Si Jingnian, Shen Qingyao still took two big steps back without hesitation.
Her gaze was firm and resolute, as if she had made up her mind to have no further entanglement with the man in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, she skillfully avoided Si Jingnian and hurried toward the heavy gate of the Young Marshal's Mansion.
When she finally stepped out of the threshold of the young marshal's mansion, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but stop and slowly turn her head.
Si Jingnian remained standing quietly in the same spot, motionless, as silent as a statue.
Their eyes met in mid-air, a fleeting moment that seemed to convey a thousand unspoken words.
However, the next second, Shen Qingyao resolutely turned around and strode away without looking back.
At the same time, Si Jingnian seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, snapping back to his senses.
His gaze followed Shen Qingyao's receding figure intently, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
He stared at her intently, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller until she disappeared at the end of the street.
"Ayao..."
Si Jingnian murmured softly, almost inaudibly, as a crystal tear slid down his resolute cheek and dripped onto the cold ground, splashing up a small teardrop.
On the other hand, Shen Qingyao, who seemed strong, was actually not much better off.
She walked hurriedly, her steps slightly unsteady, looking like a frightened fawn.
If Si Jingnian were beside her at this moment, he would be surprised to find that her beautiful eyes had already turned red, and tears were flowing out like a flood, blurring her vision.
Because she gripped the suitcase handle too tightly, the veins on the back of Shen Qingyao's hand bulged out clearly.
She walked briskly, muttering to herself as she went:
"That bastard Si Jingnian, you son of a bitch! We've all gone our separate ways, yet you still managed to make me shed so many tears. It's infuriating!"
Shen Qingyao's face was full of anger. While cursing, she raised her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears that kept sliding down her face, as if she wanted to erase all the sadness and grievances.
At the same time, her pace quickened unconsciously, like a startled deer running wildly in a panic, giving the impression of a hasty escape.
However, it seems that neither God nor anyone Shen Qingyao likes can resist going against her.
Before she even reached the train station, halfway there, she suddenly caught sight of several faces she loathed most—the three brothers, Shen Yanting, Shen Yanshi, and Shen Yanming, were slowly walking towards her.
Shen Yanting still wore his usual cold expression, his lips tightly pressed together, his serious and rigid demeanor making him seem intimidating and unapproachable.
Shen Yanshi's gaze toward Shen Qingyao was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of unspoken expectation and barely perceptible joy.
As for Shen Yanming, his eyes darted around, revealing more guilt and remorse than anything else, and even a hint of resentment.
Shen Qingyao originally only wanted to avoid these people, but when she realized that they were obviously coming straight for her, she knew that this time there was probably no way to avoid them.
Since that was the case, she simply took a deep breath, straightened her back, and confidently faced the three of them.
After all, it's them, not us, who should feel guilty!
Why should she be the one avoiding them like a rat in the street, instead of them avoiding her whenever they see her?
Thinking of this, Shen Qingyao felt as if a raging fire was spreading wildly in her heart, and that nameless fire instantly rose up and rushed straight to her head.
The urge to kill was like a ferocious beast, roaring and howling in her heart, almost breaking free of her physical restraints and gushing out.
Shen Qingyao was startled and immediately clenched her teeth tightly, even biting her tongue hard.
Suddenly, a piercing pain struck, but she dared not relax for a moment.
Only such intense pain could keep her barely maintaining a sliver of clarity, preventing her from completely succumbing to madness.
She knew that she absolutely could not allow herself to be controlled by the God of Bliss at this moment, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
After all, she was in a bustling city center with people coming and going. If she lost control and went on a killing spree, then what awaited her would be an abyss of no return.
Therefore, Shen Qingyao desperately tried to drive those painful memories from the depths of her mind, especially the various harms that the three Shen brothers had inflicted on her.
She closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, repeating this several times in an attempt to calm the surging violent impulses within her.
However, despite her best efforts to restrain herself, she appeared to be no different from usual, and no one could detect anything amiss.