"You still don't want to remarry me?" His face was as cold as an icy pool.
Jian Xi lifted her chin. "I am the heiress of Jian Group, the president of Yaowang Group. And who do you think you are? Remarry you? Let me support you, a pretty boy? Stop dreaming! Droves of men are waiting for me to choose, and I certainly wouldn't choose you!"
Si Yuhuan squinted, his cold eyes fixed on her. He could hardly believe such cold, heartless words—words that crushed his pride—could come from Jian Xi's mouth.
"Si Yuhuan, you are not worthy of me now. This is goodbye, then!"
With that said, Jian Xi got out of the car without a shred of hesitation.
Watching her retreating figure, Si Yuhuan distinctly felt that Jian Xi wasn't joking this time. She was truly leaving.
Yan Qing caught up, approached Si Yuhuan, and said with a nod, "Regarding Ms. Jian's attitude... could it be that your demeanor when you said you wanted to meet Miss Jiang just now is what angered her?"
