Leng Jianan was silently reaching for the fruit knife in the fruit bowl.
"What are you going to do?" Ke'er nervously grabbed the quilt and sat up.
Leng Jianan didn't even look at her, just picked up the fruit knife, then picked up an apple, and said calmly: "I see you're awake, I'll peel an apple for you."
"No," Ke'er shook her head and exclaimed, "I don't want to see your hypocritical appearance."
Leng Jianan pressed his knife on the apple, and when he heard Ke'er's scream, he finally raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were deep and there was a touch of hurt.
Gradually, everything disappeared, except for his usual indifference. He put the fruit and the knife back into the fruit plate, stood up and said: "Okay"
Some indescribable emotions spread in Ke'er's heart, and eventually they turned into a chilling sadness in her heart, like a shallow but impassable river.
She is on this side and he is on the other side. Just one look at him fills the heart with heartache.
"Let's go." Ke'er tilted her head, looked out the window, and said coldly, "I don't want to see you again."
Leng Jianan glanced at Ke'er. Leng Jue was pressing on her face like ice. He suddenly closed his eyes, then turned around, his voice could not be any softer.
"Then don't play any tricks in front of me or pretend to be pitiful to attract my attention."
"What are you talking about?" Ke'er turned around, "What tricks did I play?"
Leng Jianan turned his back to her, with a cold look on his face: "You understand Tang Keer in your heart. I will give you a final warning, don't provoke me again because you can't afford to provoke me."
Ke'er sucked in the cold air and her body shivered. She looked at his heartless back and was speechless.
Provoke, yes, she shouldn't have provoked him nine years ago. She got nothing but scars and insults all over her body.
I didn't save my father, but I lost my dignity.
After Leng Jianan finished speaking, he walked towards the door and put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. Ke'er stopped him: "Wait a minute."
His hand on the doorknob actually trembled slightly, and his expression became gentle for a moment.
Ke'er spoke quietly behind him: "Mr. Leng, I won't provoke you again, nor will I play any tricks on you. Please don't worry.
I will break up with you completely, and treat you and I as if we have never known each other. But I will definitely pay back what I owe you. I also ask you, Mr. Leng, to take pity on us wage earners who live on wages. Don’t do it again.
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It turns out that this is what she wanted to say...