Chapter 943: Chapter 943

Chapter 945: Chapter 945: You Can Never Win Against the Dead

He Jingyao’s gaze was fixed on the gun in her hand.

Watching her lift the muzzle upward, aiming at Zhixi, his gaze darkened. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel_fіre.net

“Miss Ye.” His voice was low and slightly hoarse, “Whatever dissatisfaction you have, direct it at me.”

Ye Shutong turned her eyes to him.

He Jingyao stared back at her silently, with restraint.

She suddenly laughed, “Young Master He, you must be very angry, right? Second Young Master Huo said, being your enemy leaves me with no chance of winning. But… I succeeded once, didn’t I?”

He Jingyao faintly curled his lips, “Yes, when I realized I was tricked, I was indeed very angry. Miss Ye, you are very capable, I underestimated you. As a rival, from now on I will give you more attention.”

Ye Shutong laughed lightly, and after laughing, there was suddenly a hard-to-describe heartache and melancholy.

Her long-standing unwillingness seemed not to be resolved by his words. She thought she’d feel proud hearing this, but that wasn’t the case.

It was as if suddenly, everything she insisted on had lost its meaning.

Ah, she found that even a woman like Su Zixi could say things that left her speechless.

After thinking about it, she suddenly said to Zhixi, “Young Mistress He, aren’t you afraid? What if one day your luck runs out?”

Zhixi smiled, “Then I’ll deal with it when the time comes. I’ve never worried about such uncertainties.”

Even back then, when she was anxious about whether He Jingyao would not want her once he recovered, she didn’t let it weigh on her heart.

“You really are broad-minded.” Ye Shutong chuckled coldly.

Zhixi suddenly smiled sweetly and said, “Maybe that’s another reason why Jingyao is so irresistibly in love with me? Miss Ye, nothing in this world is permanent. Beauty may fade, figures may change, wealth may shrink — if one worries because of these, it would be exhausting.”

“Then, what if He Jingyao loses everything?” Ye Shutong laughed maliciously, “Appearance, figure, talent, family background… If he loses it all, would you still be as devoted as now?”

“Yes.” Zhixi said without hesitation, “Because my love for him was never about those things.”

Ye Shutong scoffed, clearly unbelieving.

“What you mentioned might be the initial reasons he attracted me, but not the reason I fell in love with him.” Zhixi chuckled softly, “I fell in love with him because of his tolerance and thoughtfulness, because he made me realize I’m worthy of love, because he taught me confidence and courage. That’s the He Jingyao I truly fell in love with.”

He Jingyao listened quietly, his deep and focused gaze falling on her.

Ye Shutong seemed to be at a loss for words again.

“Well then, I’m curious…” Ye Shutong smiled with a trace of disdain, “how long can the affection between you two last.”

“Indeed, so Miss Ye, don’t wish for my death; otherwise, Jingyao will remember my goodness for a lifetime, and you can never compete with the deceased,” Zhixi said earnestly, “Only by living do you have the chance to see us become a pair of disgruntled partners.”

Listening to her words, Ye Shutong suddenly felt a rush of frustration stuck in her chest.