amaotonovel Chapter 321 My Love is Mixed with Hate
Chapter 321 My Love is Mixed with Hate
Shen Feiwan looked up at Song Yanzhou, "No need, I asked you to come here because I want your help."
Song Yanzhou immediately widened her eyes dramatically, “’Please’? Is that what you called ‘please’ on the phone just now? Miss Shen, no, Mrs. Lin, do you really know how to write the word ‘please’?”
Shen Feiwan stood up and solemnly nodded slightly to Song Yanzhou, "I'm sorry, my tone was not good on the phone just now, I apologize to you."
Song Yanzhou was visibly taken aback, and looked at Bo Junxing suspiciously, "What are you two up to? What do you want from me?"
"Could you please stand at the door and keep watch for us?" Shen Feiwan said directly.
Song Yanzhou looked speechless. "What's wrong? Is there some secret you want to talk about?"
"You can say that."
"Couldn't you find a more private place?" Song Yanzhou shrugged. "This terrace doesn't even have a door..."
Shen Feiwan interrupted him, "I can't leave the venue for the time being, and time is running out." The implication was clear—she wanted him to hurry up and stand guard at the door.
Song Yanzhou and Bo Junxing exchanged a glance, then resignedly turned and walked towards the entrance, muttering to themselves, "What kind of people are they, using me as a tool..."
Although he complained, he obediently stopped at the entrance to the terrace, turned his back to the two of them, and took out his cigarette case, pretending to look at the scenery.
He was very tactful, always maintaining a just-right distance that neither disturbed their conversation nor prevented anyone from suddenly barging in.
Inside the terrace.
Bo Junxing frowned. "Did you call Song Yanzhou over just to be a doorman? What about us just now?"
Shen Fei took two steps forward, reaching out to catch the raindrops outside, her gaze fixed on the distance. "What does it count for? It counts for nothing."
Her fingertips were wet with rain, gleaming coldly under the lamplight. "What do you think this is, a genuine expression of emotion?"
Bo Junxing's gaze followed her intently. "Isn't there even a little bit?" He took a step forward. "Have you considered what would have happened if he had come over and found out about us?"
Shen Feiwan chuckled softly, raindrops slipping through her fingers. "How was it?" She turned to look at Bo Junxing, her gaze slowly moving down from his eyes to his bleeding abdomen. "Of course, I played the victim."
She sat back down in her chair. "Anyway, I've already tried to resist, haven't I?"
She straightened her skirt. "Getting back to the point, your appearance just now almost ruined my plans." She looked up at him. "You didn't come here specifically to see me today, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come with your friend."
Bo Junxing frowned. "Yes, I didn't know you would be here."
Shen Feiwan revealed a knowing expression, "Then you heard about my pregnancy and felt uncomfortable, so you came looking for me."
She sneered, "You can't sit still because I attributed your child to another man?"
Bo Junxing opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Feiwan.
"Let me finish." Her expression suddenly turned serious. "You don't need to be angry at all, because I already had an abortion two days ago."
Bo Junxing's pupils contracted sharply. "What did you say?"
He grabbed Shen Feiwan's wrist. "You aborted the child? Why didn't you tell me? You've been lying to me all this time!" His voice was filled with suppressed anger. "I believed you. You said you would let me know."
Shen Feiwan let him hold her hand, her tone calm, "It was an emergency. My stomach was in a lot of pain that day, and I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out it was an ectopic pregnancy. I got an injection that day." She looked directly into his eyes, "Bo Junxing, I don't know why you suddenly changed your mind and wanted this child, but this child was destined not to come into this world."
The rain grew louder, wetting the hem of her skirt.
“Yes, I should have informed you.” She gently withdrew her hand, “but I had too many thorny matters to deal with and no time to spare.”
"I don't believe you." Bo Junxing shook his head gently, raindrops rolling down his eyelashes. "How can you expect me to believe you? Am I a fool, or is he a fool? Did he really believe you when you said you were pregnant?"
Shen Feiwan suddenly chuckled and tapped her knee lightly with her fingertips. "It seems you've forgotten my abilities."
She looked up, her eyes reflecting the lights in the distance. "It's just changing a few data values in the hospital system. Do you think it's difficult for me?"
Bo Junxing's brows furrowed deeply, raindrops dripping from his hair onto his shirt collar. "So, is the ectopic pregnancy true?"
“I have no reason to lie to you.” Shen Feiwan’s voice suddenly became serious. “I invited your friend over because he is reliable and I also intend to tell you the truth. If his mother hadn’t found out about my ectopic pregnancy, I wouldn’t have lied to him that I was pregnant with his child. They insisted on taking me to the hospital.”
She stared at Bo Junxing. "Since you've already investigated my family, you should know what kind of predicament I'm facing right now. You can't help me, and I don't expect you to be able to. I just hope you won't ruin my plans."
Bo Junxing still frowned. "Why should I agree to your request?"
“There is no conflict of interest between us,” Shen Feiwan calmly analyzed. “Promising to me will not benefit you, and not agreeing to me will not harm you. On the contrary, getting involved might make you enemies. I believe you have already investigated him. In Beicheng, he is not someone to be trifled with.”
“You think I’m afraid of him?” Bo Junxing suddenly raised his voice, then quickly lowered it again. “I didn’t make any noise just now not because I was afraid of him, but because I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
Shen Feiwan paused, and the sound of the rain seemed to lessen at that moment.
She looked at Bo Junxing's shirt, which was soaked by the rain, and suddenly asked softly, "So, you still love me, don't you?"
Bo Junxing opened his mouth, then lowered his eyes after several seconds. "Actually, I've already decided to stop loving you." His Adam's apple bobbed. "But I can't control myself."
He suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly in the rainy night. "I don't blame you for hurting me. I gave you the chance myself. I know I shouldn't have done that."
Rain streamed down his cheeks as he looked at Shen Feiwan, his gaze seemingly passing through her back to the past. "On that snowy night, didn't you ask me if love is really such an easy thing to happen? I didn't know how to answer you. But I do know that forgetting is truly a very difficult thing."
His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse. "Perhaps you can't understand, but I can't explain what I'm doing anymore. Maybe my love for you is tinged with hate. Maybe if you hurt me again, I'll turn away, but maybe I won't. Who knows?"
Looking at his reddened eyes, Shen Feiwan felt a sudden tightness in her heart. This was a feeling she had never experienced before, and this realization made her unconsciously frown.
“Go back,” she said, looking away, her voice regaining its calm. “You can’t just follow me around like a third wheel.”
"As long as you're willing."
“I don’t want to,” she interrupted crisply.
"Is it because of your family? What if I could help you too?"
"You can not."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Shen Feiwan suddenly laughed, "I want the stars in the sky, can you pluck them for me? I also want the ocean to turn into mulberry fields, can you do that?"
She suddenly stood up. "I'll answer you. Just like this, you can't, so don't waste your energy."
After Shen Feiwan finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the exit.
Song Yanzhou was leaning against the door with his arms crossed when he saw her come out, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.
"Why don't you try to persuade him?" Shen Feiwan stopped in front of Song Yanzhou and looked up at him slightly.
Song Yanzhou frowned. "Do you think I didn't try to persuade you?" He straightened up, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "It's all your fault."
Shen Feiwan frowned wearily. "What else do I need to do?"
"You might as well just kill him." Song Yanzhou suddenly lowered his voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
“I’m not an assassin,” Shen Feiwan said calmly, looking back at him.
Song Yanzhou sneered, "Then you should disappear from his sight completely."
“I’m doing this because I had a child with him before, but now the child is gone, and we won’t be in contact anymore.”
Song Yanzhou stared into her eyes and said, word by word, "You'd better keep your word."
Just then, Bo Junxing strode over, but was stopped by Song Yanzhou.
"Don't go," Song Yanzhou said in a low voice. "Going up there would make it seem too cheap."
Shen Feiwan left without looking back, answering her phone as she walked, "I went to the bathroom and didn't hear the call. Okay, I'll come find you now."
She didn't try to hide the phone call; Bo Junxing and Song Yanzhou both heard it clearly.
Seeing Bo Junxing's instantly unpleasant expression, Song Yanzhou grabbed his arm. "You saw it? She has a husband, and they seem to have a pretty good relationship."
He lowered his voice, his tone tinged with disappointment, "Also, why did her husband believe she was pregnant so readily? It means they're having marital relations. You really should let it go completely; don't ruin your reputation for a married man."
At the end of the corridor, Shen Feiwan's figure had already disappeared around the corner. Song Yanzhou tugged at Bo Junxing forcefully, "Let's go, you shouldn't stay here any longer."
Bo Junxing stood still, raindrops dripping from his hair, leaving dark stains on the expensive carpet.
Bo Junxing's gaze never left the direction where Shen Feiwan had disappeared, and his voice was low, "This time it's different."
Song Yanzhou's hand, which was gripping his arm, paused, looking puzzled. "What's different?"
Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed. "Her attitude is different from before."
Song Yanzhou looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you out of your mind?"
Bo Junxing continued to gaze in that direction, his brows furrowed. "If it weren't for the incident in her family, things wouldn't have turned out this way."
"You're hopeless." Song Yanzhou gave up trying to persuade him and forcefully dragged Bo Junxing away from the place.
Inside the banquet hall, the crystal chandelier illuminated the champagne glasses with dazzling light.
Lin Xiaoyan moved among the various guests with ease, while Shen Feiwan quietly stayed by his side, occasionally offering a polite smile in response.
Her fingertips rested lightly on Lin Xiaoyan's arm. The water stains on her skirt had dried, leaving only a few faint wrinkles.
Having successfully negotiated the situation, the two left the venue half an hour early.
The organizers' staff personally escorted them downstairs.
The rain was still falling outside, weaving a fine curtain around the glass door.
Four uniformed waiters were already lined up and waiting.
As the black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of the door, two waiters immediately opened a huge black umbrella to shield the two men from view.
Lin Xiaoyan put his arm around Shen Feiwan's waist and walked out. The waiters moved about skillfully, ensuring that not a single drop of rain splashed on the VIP.
The car door was respectfully opened by a waiter wearing white gloves, and the leather seats gleamed discreetly under the lights.
Just as Shen Feiwan bent down to get into the car, a blinding beam of high beams suddenly tore through the rain and shone straight at her.
Shen Feiwan reflexively turned her head and saw a black sedan parked across the hotel driveway through the rain curtain.
She couldn't make out the faces of the people in the car in the backlight, but she was all too familiar with that silhouette—Bo Junxing hadn't left yet.
As the car lights flickered on and off, she seemed to meet two piercing gazes.
Lin Xiaoyan followed her gaze, his eyes suddenly turning cold.