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Just as Lin Xiaoyue was getting closer, Pei Yansheng suddenly stood up.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and the side lights shining on him made his already tall and slender figure appear even more imposing.

His handsome profile was half-hidden in shadow, his long, deep eyes remained expressionless as he gazed at her quietly and condescendingly.

But it was this very look that made Lin Xiaoyue feel a chill rise from the soles of her feet, her scalp tingle, and her hair stand on end!

Her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she dared not move an inch. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes froze uncontrollably.

"Lin Xiaoyue, I don't like to repeat myself. Don't bother me anymore, understand?"

The icy voice reached her ears like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, its chilling coldness seeping into her very bones, making her heart feel suffocated.

Lin Xiaoyue came to her senses, and the stinging sensation in her nose caused tears to stream down her face like a burst dam, as a surge of resentment welled up inside her.

"Pei Yansheng, what exactly do you mean? Are you really going to break up with me for this woman?"

"go out."

The disgust in the man's eyes stung Lin Xiaoyue. She bit her lip hard, trying to swallow her emotions, and glanced at the people sitting on the sofa.

A surge of jealousy and resentment welled up, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

She had been with Pei Yansheng for half a month, and Pei Yansheng had never introduced her to any of his friends. But this woman had only known him for a few days, and he had already introduced her to these people!

Why?! Why?!

Lin Xiaoyue, convinced that Sang Huan was Pei Yansheng's new favorite, could no longer suppress her emotions. Anger and jealousy filled her mind, and she quickly stepped forward, wanting to see what the woman who was being protected so fiercely by Pei Yansheng looked like.

Before she could even take a step, Pei Yansheng grabbed her arm forcefully and dragged her out in a disheveled manner.

Lin Xiaoyue struggled fiercely. She never expected Pei Yansheng to go to such lengths for that woman. Overwhelmed with anger, she roared without restraint.

She wanted to attract attention this way, to get everyone to join her in condemning the vixen and the woman sitting on the sofa.

"You shameless homewrecker who stole someone else's boyfriend! You dare do it but not admit it? If you're so capable of stealing men, then show your face, you slut!"

"That's enough!"

Before she could finish speaking, a cup was smashed at her, accompanied by a trembling female voice.

Lin Xiaoyue's breath hitched in fright, then as she watched the figure slowly rise, a smug look welled up in her eyes. "You've been provoked! You vixen!"

At the same time, a subtle feeling arose in my heart: why does this voice sound so familiar?

Just as she was pondering, the girl looked up, and her delicate and pretty face slowly came into view...

With a deafening "boom," as if a thunderclap had exploded in her mind, Lin Xiaoyue stood frozen in place, her whole body numb, with only a buzzing sound in her ears.

"Sang Huan! It's you!"

Sang Huan pursed her lips, her rosy face turning deathly pale, her bright peach blossom eyes filled with a thick layer of water, and the soft white corners of her eyes were veiled in a thin red mist.

"Who do you think it is?"

"I, you, how could you get involved with Pei Yansheng...?"

With a crisp "snap," Sang Huan withdrew her slender, white palm, which had been numb from the shock.

She bit her lip hard, forcibly suppressing the sobs in her throat, trying to control her choking breaths; her usually soft and melodious voice trembled slightly.

"Lin Xiaoyue, we've been best friends for over ten years. You did that behind my back, and now you're trying to slander me as a mistress?! Don't you have a heart?!"

Lin Xiaoyue was so dizzy from the slap that her mind, which was already blank from looking at Sang Huan, became even more confused.

"I......"

She opened her mouth but before she could speak, the tears that the girl in front of her had been desperately trying to suppress suddenly slid down her cheeks. As if she didn't want anyone to see, she raised her trembling fingers and wiped them haphazardly, her hair, wet with water, sticking messily to her cheeks.

"For fifteen years, I've treated you like a sister, but what have you done to me? A stepping stone? You weren't satisfied with just playing me once, you had to slander me like this?"

Looking into that almost desperate gaze, the heavy, oppressive emotion made even Lin Xiaoyue pause.

"Fine, consider this me feeding the dog. From now on, take everything you own and get out of my world!"

The girl's eyes were red at the corners, and large tears streamed down her face. Her sobbing voice was filled with disappointment.

After saying those words, she didn't linger. She turned and left, her flustered and trembling figure causing a pang of heartache.

"Sang Huan!"

Pei Yansheng's heart tightened slightly. He could no longer care about anything else, leaving Lin Xiaoyue aside, and strode after her with his long legs.

Lin Xiaoyue stumbled and fell to the ground, covering her swollen face, staring blankly at Sang Huan's departing figure.

She couldn't understand how things had turned out this way when all she wanted was to get back together with Pei Yansheng. Why was she the one who was abandoned? And what had happened between Pei Yansheng and Sang Huan?

The stares of those around her made Lin Xiaoyue's cheeks burn with pain, as if everything she had just done was clownish behavior.

This shouldn't be happening! This shouldn't be happening; Pei Yansheng is her boyfriend!

Sang Huan, it's all that bitch Sang Huan's fault!

She had to find a way to win Pei Yansheng back; it couldn't end like this!

Just as Lin Xiaoyue was about to get up, a tall figure loomed over her. Lin Xiaoyue looked up angrily and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Lin Xiaoyue, you've got some nerve! You dare to cause trouble at the Lu family's banquet!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Sang Huan, Huan Huan."

Seeing the girl running away quickly, Pei Yansheng quickened his pace to catch up and block her way.

"What are you doing here! Get out of my way!"

Her sobbing voice was filled with grievance and sadness, and crystal tears kept falling from her red eyes. She cried until the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, but her voice was stubbornly defiant.

Pei Yansheng was heartbroken by her crying. His usually calm and brooding dark eyes were filled with panic, and his throat was extremely dry.

"Huanhuan, don't be like this."

"What am I supposed to do? Let your girlfriend point her finger at me and call me a homewrecker again? Mr. Pei, I don't want to..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

The girl in his arms froze for a moment, then struggled to break free, like a stubborn little donkey. Pei Yansheng used all his strength to hold her down.

"Let me go! Let me go! Go away! Don't touch me!"

No matter how much Sang Huan struggled and pounded, the man seemed to want to let go. As her strength gradually ran out, knowing that he wouldn't let go, Sang Huan angrily opened her mouth and bit the man's chest hard through the thin fabric of his shirt, in order to retaliate against the suppressed emotions in her heart.

Pei Yansheng groaned softly, his long, thick eyelashes trembling. He felt the fabric on his shoulder soaked with tears, but said nothing. He simply patted the girl's back gently with his large hand to soothe her emotions.