My Life is Not Yours to Control

As I walked slowly down the spiral staircase in my haute couture gown, I saw the amazed looks of the crowd, as well as Zeng Yicheng and Ning Kexin standing among them.

A banquet naturally requires a partner. For Zeng Yicheng to bring Ning Kexin to such a social event, the implication was self-evident.

I shook my head slightly and walked to the center of attention.

After the introduction, I began to follow my father to meet his friends. Socializing is exhausting, but the accumulation of connections is incredibly reassuring.

Finally, when I had a moment to rest and had just stepped into my private lounge, an arm suddenly wrapped around my waist.

The sudden proximity of his scorching body heat almost made me scream, though I managed to hold it back.

In the past, every intimate contact with Zeng Yicheng would make me tremble, but this time, there was only shock.

He looked at me confidently, as if certain that I would fall for his charm.

I looked up at the man I once knew so well: “Zeng Yicheng, this isn’t the place for you.”

The smile on his face suddenly faltered. A hint of crimson flooded his eyes, and he asked through gritted teeth, “Xiaoxiao, why didn’t you tell me anything?”

I reached out and pressed against his chest, pushing him away from me with a sudden force.

He stumbled back, caught off guard, a look of hurt on his face.

I lowered my eyes: “I didn’t think it was necessary before, and it’s even less necessary now. Zeng Yicheng, don’t forget that we’ve already broken up.”

Zeng Yicheng stared at me and said softly, “Stop throwing a tantrum, Xiaoxiao. You love me so much, how could you possibly leave me?”

Did I love him that much?

Yes, I once thought I would love him forever.

But after this rebirth, we were separated by the chasm of life and death. I would never walk down that path again.

I looked at him and said word for word: “Just consider me a fool in the past. From now on, Ling Xiaoxiao has nothing to do with you.”

Zeng Yicheng’s expression changed drastically; he staggered back as if he had been dealt a heavy blow. Just then, the lounge door opened.

My mother looked at me and Zeng Yicheng in our standoff. Her face showed no sign of anything unusual, but she said gently, “Uncle Chu’s son is here. You’ve been in a bad mood lately, let him take you out to clear your head.”

Before I could speak, an exaggerated roar of a motorcycle engine came from outside.

Through the window, I saw a tall, handsome man get off a flashy motorcycle and toss his helmet to the valet with a flourish.

Under everyone’s gaze, Chu Ge walked straight up to me, ignoring everyone else.

He reached out his hand, smiling with unbridled flair: “Xiaoxiao, welcome back.”

Behind Chu Ge, Zeng Yicheng’s face turned ashen, inch by inch.