Ruotong and Su Muyu saw at the same time that Guo Zheming's face was serious and solemn, sad and depressed.
Ruotong was almost certain that Guo Zheming overheard her last conversation with Su Muyu.
In other words, Guo Zheming had confirmed that the woman with heavy makeup he saw in the square last night was her.
Ruotong lowered his head guiltily, waiting to be questioned and spurned by Guo Zheming.
"Ruotong, you'd better solve your problem by yourselves. I'll leave now and I'll see you next time." Su Muyu gently patted Ruotong on the shoulder, and after saying that, she left the living room.
When passing by Guo Zheming, she whispered to him: "Zheming, you have to control your emotions and talk to Ruotong properly."
After saying that, she glanced helplessly at Ruotong in the room and Guo Zheming beside her, and left Ruotong's apartment. She prayed silently in her heart, praying that they could coexist peacefully and that each other would be safe...
After Su Muyu left, Ruotong became even more embarrassed and embarrassed. What she was afraid of was not Guo Zheming's rejection. What she was afraid of was just feeling guilty because of being indebted to him.
As if facing an abyss, Guo Zheming approached Ruotong step by step, dragging his heavy footsteps.
Ruotong was very uneasy.
Finally, Guo Zheming spoke: "Ruotong, tell me, why do you want to be Ao Rui's mistress?" He was trying his best to suppress his anger.
After meeting Ao Rui last night, Guo Zheming felt that he looked familiar. After Ruotong left with Ao Rui on his arm, he finally remembered that Ao Rui was a famous figure who often appeared on the covers of financial magazines, the prospective partner of the extremely wealthy Ao family.
successor.
Ruotong looked hesitant. She didn't know how to explain all this, but for Guo Zheming's deep love, her escape would only deepen his confusion and pain.
"Is it because he has unparalleled wealth that can satisfy your women's vanity?" Guo Zheming finally no longer concealed the anger in his heart, his voice was loud.
In all the years they have known each other, Ruotong has never seen Guo Zheming look so angry and angry.
Seeing that he misunderstood her so much, Ruotong was not angry, but acted very coldly. "Zheming, I don't want to explain to you why I want to be his mistress, because you will not accept any explanation.
Agree with my approach."
Regardless of her motivation and purpose for becoming a mistress, in short, she is no longer pure or clean, and she has no intention of hiding this fact.
But she was a little sad after all. Although she and Guo Zheming could not be lovers, they were at least close friends. Guo Zheming still easily regarded her as a vain woman.
Ruotong actually didn't blame him. She always knew that Guo Zheming didn't love her enough.
"Ruotong, what changed you? Is it the cruel reality or the fact that I didn't give you enough love, so you want to hurt me in this way?" Guo Zheming was so angry that he spoke without hesitation and had no time to care about Ruotong.
Tong's self-esteem.
"Zhe Ming, I never thought of hurting you. I am very grateful for everything you have done for me. However," Ruotong sighed painfully and continued indifferently: "I still can't accept your feelings. I don't accept you, it's not
Because you come from an ordinary background, it’s not because you don’t give me enough love.”
Guo Zheming's expression was like a broken mirror. "Why is that? Why have you refused to accept my feelings for so many years?"
He didn't understand why the relationship he had devoted so many years to ended in this way. Ruotong would rather be a mistress than accept his wholehearted love, which severely damaged his self-esteem.
"Zhe Ming, do you really understand me? Do you understand what kind of woman I am? Do you understand my needs?" Ruotong looked calm and asked in a calm voice: "Do you really love me?"
"Of course I love you, and of course I understand you." Guo Zheming blurted out impulsively. They have known each other for so many years, and it is impossible for him not to understand her at all.
"Not to mention what I have become now, if you really love me, will you easily judge that I am a vain woman based on the incident of Mistress Ao Rui? We have known each other for four years, don't you
The so-called love does not even have the most basic trust, is it so frivolous?" Ruotong asked coldly.
Her words were so direct and sharp that even though Guo Zheming was full of resentment, he was unable to answer for a while.
Ruotong lived an extremely frugal life, and she was indeed not a vain woman. But he just couldn't let go of her behavior as a mistress. He was not in the mood to think about the motives of her behavior at the moment.
"So, Zhe Ming, do you still dare to say that you love me and understand me?" Ruotong was not disappointed or resentful, and her tone was surprisingly calm.
Even though some people have been together for many years, they may not understand each other very well. This is the case with her and Guo Zheming. It seems that for this reason, her heart has never been able to get close to Guo Zheming.
"Then why do you want to be Ao Rui's mistress?" Guo Zheming wanted to know the answer eagerly.
"Zheming, I have already said that I don't want to explain my reasons and purposes to you." Ruotong fearlessly looked into Guo Zheming's deep and painful black eyes.
"Ruotong, why can't you tell me, do you want to torture me to death?"
"Zhe Ming, what we are going to discuss now is your problem. You should ask yourself what trust is and what you call love."
"Okay, I will go back and think about what you said to me today. But your behavior is too unbelievable. You have to give me a suitable reason. Otherwise, how can you expect me to believe you?"
How do you expect me to believe you? Oh, after all, he still doesn't believe her. Ruotong is already frustrated with him.
"Ruotong, why don't you speak? Can you give me a proper reason? Is it really so difficult for you?" Guo Zheming pressed.
"Go back," Ruotong lowered his eyes and retreated to a corner, with a cold face and a cold tone. "Since you don't believe me, then you don't need to explain at all. Because any kind of explanation, for you
, are never enough.”
He already despises her in his heart, so all her explanations will appear pretentious.
Guo Zheming excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Ruotong's shoulders, stared closely at her pale face, and said painfully: "If you don't explain, no one will know what you are thinking. You are always so withdrawn, what are you thinking?
You never tell me what you want to do. Even if I want to forgive you and understand you, have you ever given me a chance?"
Ruotong's tears had already welled up in her eyes because of his excited and heart-wrenching words.
"You said that I don't know you well enough and don't love you enough. But what about you? We have known each other for so many years. When did you open your heart to me? You always sealed your heart tightly and abandoned me in your world.
Besides, tell me, how should I enter your inner world and how should I truly understand you?"
Ruotong's eyes were filled with tears. Guo Zheming's accusation was understandable and she couldn't deny it because she had always lived so lonely and closed.
"Even if I am an iron wall and cannot fall down, as long as I am close to you, I will despair of myself again and again." Guo Zheming's excited voice was painful and desolate: "Ruotong, tell me, what should I do?
How can I impress you and make you accept my feelings?"
Ruotong's throat was dry and she couldn't say a single word to comfort Guo Zheming's hurt feelings.
However, her pitiful appearance stirred desire in Guo Zheming's blood, making him eager to possess her even more. So, he picked up Ruotong's cheek, lowered his head and kissed her desperately...
"No!" Ruotong's mind went blank. She only knew that she had to break off the forced kiss, so she used all her strength to push Guo Zheming away.
"Ruotong..." Seeing her whole body trembling, Guo Zheming regretted his impulsive behavior just now.
Then, Ruotong rushed into his room desperately and locked the door.
Guo Zheming chased after him. Looking at the cold iron door that separated them from the two worlds, regret and pain overflowed in his chest.
After a long time, he finally spoke slowly: "Ruotong..."
There was no response from the room.
"Ruotong, I'm sorry, please believe me, I also regret my impulsive behavior just now..."
Guo Zheming knew that the impulsive kiss just now would push Ruotong further. It was already more difficult for him to enter her heart.
Ruotong, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed with dull eyes, was still in shock. In the past, Guo Zheming had always been a handsome gentleman and would never forcefully kiss her like he did just now.