Chapter 189 - Why Did You Have to Torture Me Like This?
Mu Sifa's fury flared up when he was beaten, but it vanished instantly when he saw Shang Cijie's red-eyed scolding.
He accepted Shang Cijie's embrace and uttered, “I'm sorry,” his voice sounding strained.
Shang Cijie's eyes welled with mist as he held Mu Sifa.
In contrast, Shang Mingming was taken aback by the gentleness of Mu Sifa's embrace, which stirred a peculiar feeling within him. Ah, so this man truly felt moved by my father.
“Don't touch me,” Shang Mingming pushed Mu Sifa away.
However, this silence lasted only a dozen seconds before Shang Cijie broke it.
Mu Sifa's eyes filled with pain. He yearned to express how much he missed and regretted everything to Shang Cijie. Yet, the current Shang Cijie was not receptive to his explanations.
“Do you despise me?”
He asked, though he didn't want to and already knew the answer. Nevertheless, Mu Sifa desired to hear it directly from Shang Cijie.
Shang Cijie composed himself, ceasing his outbursts.
He sneered, fixing his gaze on Mu Sifa's face. “What? You believe I wouldn't harbor any resentment? Or do you think Shang Cijie is so easily forgiving, especially after being labeled a male prostitute by you? Isn't it ironic?”
Each sentence pierced deeply into Mu Sifa's heart, revealing that Shang Cijie's transformation and the spiteful words were all driven by the desire for revenge.
Mu Sifa burst into sudden, bitter laughter, the pain evident.
“Very well, if this brings you solace, then hate me. It was my mistake in the first place,” Mu Sifa conceded.
“Of course it brings me solace. I derive pleasure from seeing you suffer, Mu Sifa.”
These words cut deep into Mu Sifa's heart, like a sharp knife. Perhaps Mu Sifa wasn't the only one suffering at this moment; the person speaking must also be in a difficult situation. After all, five years ago, he had truly fallen in love with Mu Sifa.
“Summer, let's return.”
“Yes, Third Young Madame,” Lin Shuangxia responded promptly, casting a brief glance at Mu Sifa as she passed by.
I had expected Third Young Master to have a fiery temper or to be harsh with Third Young Madame, but he seemed different from my assumptions. It's not quite what I had imagined!
“Where do you think you're going?” Mu Sifa quickly caught up.
“My whereabouts are none of your concern,” Shang Cijie retorted, holding Shang Mingming and walking ahead.
“Shang Xiaojie, must you torment me like this?” Mu Sifa cried out in anguish.
Shang Cijie ignored him and continued on his way.
Shang Mingming was in high spirits and bid farewell with a smile, but his parting words were laced with a hint of mockery, “Uncle, next time we meet, please make sure to keep your composure!” With that, he vanished into the closing elevator.
By the time Mu Sifa reached it, it was already too late. “Did he really just leave like that?”
“Damn it!” Mu Sifa frantically pressed the elevator button, but as someone was constantly calling it from downstairs, he had no choice but to take the stairs.
Inside the office, Elina, who had been pushed aside, trembled against the wall, her face drained of color.
“Shang Xiaojie…” Shang Xiaojie had borne a child for Mu Sifa? That troublesome child was the product of their relationship? Their child?
Elina's mind went blank. The scene before her seemed surreal, as if she couldn't comprehend it.
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