闪电算

Ye Xingguangs wrist was being squeezed painfully. She frowned tightly, “Are you crazy? When have I ever wished for your early death?”

“You don’t even admit it. If you’re not wishing me dead, why are you burning paper money here for me?”

“Who said I’m burning paper for you? I’ve already said that I was doing it for a friend of mine. My friend’s death anniversary is tomorrow. 1 originally planned to burn it tomorrow night, but you’re supposed to be celebrating your birthday at home, aren’t you? I didn’t want to upset you, so I chose to finish it a little after midnight tonight. You’re just imagining things! Let go of me!”

But no matter how hard Ye Xingguang tried to pull her hand away, she couldn’t escape from his strong grip.

Upon hearing her explanation, Ye Junqings expression didn’t soften at all. Instead, he questioned her sharply, “Whose death anniversary is it?”

“Why do I have to tell you!’

He dared to put out the incense she was burning for the young boy? She was so angry she felt like she could burst. Who wants to tell him anything!

Unable to break free from his grip, Ye Xingguang lifted her foot and stomped hard on Ye Junqings foot, furious and annoyed. “Let go of me!”

But Ye Junqing didn’t let go. He towered over her, staring at her, “I’m asking you, whose death anniversary it is? What’s their name?”

“Who are you to me that I should tell you anything? I’m telling you to let go, or else I won’t be polite anymore!” Ye Xingguang wasn’t one to tolerate bullying. Why would she reveal her personal secret to that jerk?

Ye Junqing let out a cold snort. He knew she had made up the story on the spot, “So, you have nothing to say? Burning paper here to curse me, and you still don’t want to admit it, Ye Xingguang? If you dare to burn paper on my birthday again, I’ll skin you alive!”

“Go ahead, then!” Ye Xingguang raised her head, staring defiantly at Ye Junqings furious face.

Seeing her unconcerned expression, Ye Junqings eyes darkened. His memories and current reality merged together, recalling all those countless arguments they’ve had. Thinking of her constant provocations just because he didn’t have the heart to do anything, made him even angrier.

His anger was building, “Ye Xingguang, don’t think that because I indulge you, you can go about without fearing anything! Don’t think that I won’t do anything to you! This is my final warning to you, stop provoking me like before, or else…

“Or what? Who’s provoking who here?”

In order to keep things from upsetting him, she had already come out to burn the paper money right after midnight. What more did he want from her?

Why is this man being so unreasonable?

Ye Junqing tightly held onto Ye Xingguangs thinking of the many times he had exploded in anger in the past. Swept up in rage, he wanted to conquer her, to enter her heart, to take her back to her room and deal with her!

And deal with her until she cried, until he regretted it and they were both hurt.

Ye Junqing didn’t want to experience that “both hurt” situation again. In a subconscious move, he let go of her wrist. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to control his fury and end up in another mutual loss situation again.

He turned around, not wanting to look at her, not wanting to give her another chance to fuel his anger. He just left her with a powerless sentence, “You can go, I’m tired…”

That remark stopped Ye Xingguangs brewing anger in her throat. It was stuck, it couldn’t get out, and she couldn’t swallow it back down.

She pursed her lips, not understanding what he meant by his words. Was he asking her to go back to her room, or was he telling her to get out of the Ye’s house?

She didn’t understand, so she asked directly, “What do you mean?”

As Ye Junging walked towards the depths of the night, his echoed reply was the only sound in the quiet night, “Leave my world, I don’t want to see you again…”