Chapter 225: You Continue

They actually… Xia Yangyang quickly spun around, covering her eyes. Wen Xiaochu had said she was going out… but…

Although a thin blanket covered them, little was visible. However, clothes were scattered everywhere, and their position… Xia Yangyang felt mortified.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm leaving," she mumbled, eyes still covered. She rushed from the room, bumping her head on the doorframe as she fled. Stumbling, she ran from the villa to a dimly lit area, her face burning with shame.

She smacked her head. Why had she barged in so thoughtlessly? How embarrassing! How would she face them now? Deep regret washed over her as she walked away from the villa, down the driveway. She felt lost, adrift in the vast city at the community entrance.

Then, a familiar Maybach approached, its headlights blinding her. She tried to dodge, but the car stopped beside her. The window rolled down, revealing Gu Qichen's cold face. "Get in the car."

Days had passed without contact. He hadn't even texted. Knowing his temperament, she expected no message from him, yet she still checked her phone, harboring a faint, inexplicable hope. She'd kept busy, returning home only at ten each night, but his presence constantly invaded her thoughts. She feared a mental breakdown.

Seeing him now, his icy tone so familiar, felt ironic. She'd been tormented, distraught, while he remained calm, unaffected. Was this his way of pretending nothing happened? Did her struggle, her anguish, mean nothing? To her, the matter was far from resolved.

Trying to mirror his indifference, she asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He replied coldly, "No."

His coldness was unbearable. She turned to leave, but he caught up, grabbing her arm. "Xia Yangyang, when will you be done with me?"

"Do you think I'm toying with you?" she retorted. "You doubted me, slandered me. Am I supposed to stick around for your humiliation? This isn't over!"

His face hardened. "So, what do you want?"

"Unless you apologize to me and Gu Zhaohan," she began, but he turned and drove away, the roar of his engine echoing her unfinished sentence.