SFS Chapter 966 A pastime
Chapter 966 A pastime
Undeterred, he pressed on, "Brother, do you really not like Xiaoman at all?"
Qiao Sinian glanced at him indifferently: "It's just a pastime, I wouldn't say I like it."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoman, who was in the dark room, froze once again.
She clenched her fists tightly, but her eyes still welled up with tears.
It turns out that the relationship she cherished and couldn't forget was nothing more than a trivial pastime to him.
It turns out that, from beginning to end, the only one who was deeply trapped and unable to extricate herself was herself.
Qiao Siyue slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that was hard to decipher: "So that's how it is."
He paused, as if suddenly realizing something, then added with a touch of deliberate sentimentality, "I thought that woman was different in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't have been so engrossed in her beauty that you didn't come home for several years."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Sinian couldn't help but scoff, "Ha."
He raised his eyes, his gaze falling coldly on Qiao Siyue: "When it comes to indulging in the pleasures of love, who can compare to you? In front of me, there's no need to pretend. Those scandalous affairs of yours that were just taken down from the headlines are probably still fresh in my mind."
Joss was taken aback, and awkwardly touched his nose, speechless.
Qiao Sinian continued, "You know my character. I've never been the kind of person who craves pleasure. If I really wanted a woman, what couldn't I get? As for not going home... it's just that I hadn't gotten tired of sleeping with her yet. Once I got tired of her, I came back."
These words were calm, ruthless, yet logically clear.
While being shocked, Joss was also somewhat impressed.
"What you say is true, brother. It seems I really need to learn from you. Those other women are nothing, but Xiaoman is different. She is the one I've chosen. After I marry Xiaoman, I will definitely settle down and focus on being good to her alone!"
He seemed to think the fire wasn't burning bright enough, and casually brought it up again: "Oh, by the way, brother, I heard from Mom and Dad that they've found you a marriage partner, the daughter of the Fanning family? What do you think?"
Qiao Sinian's face remained expressionless, and his tone was indifferent: "It's alright, just follow Mom and Dad's arrangements."
Qiao Siyue's smile deepened: "That's good. It would be best if my brother could hold the wedding with me. That would be a true double celebration."
Qiao Sinian neither confirmed nor denied this, only replying lightly, "Let's talk about it later."
After he finished speaking, he stood up from his chair, straightened his clothes, and said in a distant tone, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You go ahead and do your thing."
Qiao Siyue said eagerly, "Okay, brother, I'll send someone to take you."
"No need, my men are waiting outside."
After saying that, Qiao Sinian didn't look at him again, turned around, and left the study without looking back.
The study door closed gently behind him, shutting out Qiao Siyue's repulsive, hypocritical face.
Almost the instant the door closed, Qiao Sinian's mask, which had been as calm as ice, shattered.
His eyes suddenly darkened, filled with pain and suppressed emotions.
The fingers, which had been hanging at his sides and appeared relaxed, curled up uncontrollably, the knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, before finally relaxing as if all the strength had been exhausted.
He had been to this study more than once.
He knew the layout inside perfectly, even the hidden room behind the wall.
From the moment Qiao Siyue deliberately led him to this study, he guessed that Wen Xiaoman was very likely in that dark room.
So, those words he just spoke were spoken to her by him, holding the knife in his hand, word by word.
He could even guess how she would react.
I'll cry, I'll feel sad, I might even hate him...
But Xiaoman, I'm sorry, this is the only way I can lie to you.
Only in this way will you completely give up on me and forget me.
Forget about me... Live well.
Just as I reached the corner of the corridor, a fishy, sweet taste suddenly surged into my throat.
"puff--"
He suddenly bent over, and a mouthful of bright red blood unexpectedly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"master!"
Upon seeing this, the two trusted confidants who had been waiting outside and keeping a close watch on his condition changed drastically. They rushed over as fast as they could and supported his swaying body from either side.
Qiao Sinian raised his hand and waved it slightly, indicating that he could still hold on.
He took the clean handkerchief handed to him by his confidant and wiped the bloodstains from his lips.
He clutched the blood-stained handkerchief in his palm and carefully put it away: "It's alright, let's go."
His two trusted confidants felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts as they watched him pretend to be fine.
They didn't know what had just happened in the study, but for their master, who was usually good at suppressing his emotions, to the point of vomiting blood again, it couldn't possibly be a good thing.
The doctor said that this only happens when there are extreme emotional fluctuations.
They dared not ask any more questions and could only carefully help him leave.
......
Meanwhile, in the dark room, Wen Xiaoman was already in tears after hearing those words.
She slumped against the cold wall, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
So... this is the truth?
Is this the reason he left without saying goodbye and abandoned her back then?
Because she was just an insignificant "pastime" that could be discarded at any time?
Just like when her mother chose to abandon her older sister, she was someone who could be discarded by them.
The excruciating pain in my heart was far sharper and more unforgettable than when I first thought he had changed his mind.
When Qiao Siyue pushed open the door to the dark room and walked in, he saw Wen Xiaoman with tears streaming down her face.
This was exactly the result he wanted.
He smiled with satisfaction, walked up to Wen Xiaoman, and looked down at her swollen eyes and disheveled appearance, deliberately asking, "Did you hear everything?"
Wen Xiaoman didn't look at him, as if he didn't exist at all.
She just murmured absentmindedly, her voice hoarse and broken: "Why...why..."
Qiao Siyue scoffed and continued, "Why? Is that even a question? Of course, it's because I think you're not good enough!"
"Do you think you can marry into the Chemosi family with your status? Not only would Qiao Sinian look down on you, but I wouldn't look down on you either."
"I married you only to spite him. Otherwise, why do you think I'm so desperate for you?"
Wen Xiaoman listened to these words, her face expressionless. All her emotions had been exhausted by the blow she had just received, leaving only a numb shell.
Looking at her listless appearance, Qiao Siyue felt rather bored and lost the pleasure of continuing to provoke her.
He shrugged: "Sigh, when I realized you meant nothing to him, your little trick to spite him became worthless. To be honest, I'm starting to regret marrying you."
He changed the subject, his tone becoming matter-of-fact: "But the wedding will still go ahead as planned. After all, the news has already been released. If we don't go through with this wedding, where will I, Qiao Siyue, put my face? I can't afford to lose face like that."
After saying this, Joss strode out of the dark room.
I'm in a great mood, like I've just won a major victory.
The dark room fell silent again.
Wen Xiaoman could no longer hold on. She curled up, buried her face in her knees, and couldn't help but sob.