After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 310: There is No Such Word in a Man’s Dictionary

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: There is No Such Word in a Man’s Dictionary

When there was no card game, the entire banquet hall remained quiet.

Lue Xizhou’s words were muddled and unclear, and by the time they reached Ye Li, they were even more confusing for the listener.

Noticing Tan Ningyan had remained silent from start to finish, with a suspicious smile hanging on her face, Ye Li blinked. "Sister Ningyan, do me a favor and be the class monitor for a moment. Let me get a bite of the freshest gossip, will you?"

Tan Ningyan chuckled. "This gossip isn’t very flavorful, quite bland actually. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Ye Li nodded.

Tan Ningyan turned back and glanced at the half-drunken Lue Xizhou before calmly speaking: "The Ms. Song who was supposed to marry Mr. Lue is the closest girlfriend of my second aunt’s youngest daughter’s classmate."

Ye Li repeated the relationship in her mind to make sense of it.

"That girl’s name is Song Yiduo, a particularly lively and straightforward type. She and Mr. Lue, well... how should I say this..."

Seeming at a loss for words, Tan Ningyan took a sip of wine, shook her head, and sighed, "Mr. Lue is quite the scumbag."

Ye Li opened her mouth but said nothing.

Even though Fu Yanci had also said that Lue Xizhou and Cheng Yanhuai were of the same type—moving through a sea of flowers without any leaves sticking to them.

But remarks like this could be made by Tan Ningyan, not by her.

"At the start, it was the girl who pursued him, but he didn’t like her. Well, he didn’t agree, so he was single. He could play however he wanted. Later on, the Lue Family decided to form a marital alliance with the Song Family, and Lue Xizhou agreed to it. But look at him..."

Tan Ningyan smirked. "I don’t know what he’s like in Si City, but here in Imperial City, the women around him change constantly. If I were the girl, I wouldn’t be happy either. An alliance, sure... but why pick someone who doesn’t even appreciate you? Like they say, why waste your affection where it isn’t returned, right?"

Ye Li nodded, immersing herself substantially, and said, "If I were Ms. Song, I’d marry someone who’s at odds with Mr. Lue—if it doesn’t kill him, it’ll disgust him!"

Her words fell, and she caught the amused look in Tan Ningyan’s eyes.

Ye Li froze.

Tan Ningyan laughed flirtatiously. "Isn’t there a saying—never offend women, only fools do."

Ye Li half-opened her mouth. "Did she really do that?"

Tan Ningyan nodded. "The Song Family proposed canceling the wedding, and both families parted amicably. Later, I don’t know how the Song Family connected with the He Family and formed an alliance there. But in any case, by the time Mr. Lue realized what was going on, their wedding had already started."

Looking back again, Lue Xizhou was already slumped over the table from drinking.

Who knows if he’s just stubbornly denying he fell for Ms. Song...

Or if he couldn’t stand her quietly turning and walking away.

Either way, visible sadness was written all over him.

In fairy tales, princes and princesses overcome hardships and finally live happily ever after.

But reality is cruel. If you failed to cherish the princess meant for you, she wouldn’t cry, make a scene, or beg you. She’d decisively move on and find someone new.

Not even leaving you a sliver of chance to regret or plead.

"So cool, so badass—I’d love to meet her if I ever got the chance!"

In a soft voice, Ye Li couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Beside her, Tan Ningyan sighed as well.

"Let’s just hope..."

"Hope..."

The two said in unison, "Hope she’ll be happy!"

Tan Ningyan had wanted to ask Ye Li, You and Ms. Song are quite similar—you’ve been back and forth with a former flame for years, only to end up moving on. Are you happy now?

But watching Ye Li repeatedly glancing over at Fu Yanci and their brief exchanges of gaze—when caught, Ye Li turned her head away as if she’d been caught red-handed.

Tan Ningyan knew there was no need to ask.

"Honey, time to go!"

A familiar call rang out, and Tan Ningyan finished the last sip of her wine, stood, and walked over to link her arm with Gu Lanqing’s.

Everyone headed home to their own lives.

Cheng Yanhuai, the sole bachelor, stayed behind to take care of Lue Xizhou.

Ye Li and Fu Yanci had already walked far out the door when they could still hear Cheng Yanhuai shouting curses about their lack of humanity.

"Fu Yanci, don’t you feel bad for Mr. Lue?"

Inside the Maybach, Ye Li turned to ask.

"For him?"

Fu Yanci laughed. "Ah Li, the word ’sympathy’ shouldn’t even exist in a man’s dictionary."

Ye Li: ...

Grasping her hand, Fu Yanci said deeply. "He was given plenty of opportunities. If he had seized even one, they’d probably have a kid by now. Since he missed them all, it’s obvious they weren’t meant to be. Missing out simply means they were never destined."

Bitterness doesn’t matter.

Actually falling in love doesn’t matter.

The fact remains: what’s missed is missed—there’s no going back.

Forget that the Lue Family can’t afford to upset the He Family.

Even if they could, things have escalated to this point—the Lue Family wouldn’t allow Lue Xizhou to make any more foolish moves.

"Forget about him."

Fu Yanci teased. "Let him drown himself in drinks for a while—maybe he’ll turn into a proper man afterward!"

"I truly hope Ms. Song has a blissful future, with a loving family and children, and everlasting happiness..."

The girl directed all her heartfelt blessings toward Ms. Song, who had married today. Fu Yanci thought he’d hear her angrily grumble, "It’ll serve Mr. Lue right!"

Unexpectedly, the girl tenderly looked at him. "Just like us."

Fu Yanci’s heart raced uncontrollably.

The car suddenly accelerated, causing Ye Li’s complexion to pale.

Returning to her senses, she felt the unnerving warmth of the man’s palm.

The violently beating heart gradually steadied, barely lasting until she entered the bathroom.

Thin streams of water gathered into lines and fell from the showerhead, but just as they started, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Ye Li froze, only to find the man already standing under the shower, pressing her against the wall.

His eyes held a trace of crimson.

The last time they’d been together was before the New Year, at the Fu Family’s rooftop suite.

After that, during the holidays, she had clung to Lan Lan like a conjoined twin.

He had thought, once Lan Lan left, he’d finally be able to hold Ah Li to sleep. But unexpectedly, work issues cropped up again.

He endured again and again, until today.

If Cheng Yanhuai hadn’t mentioned that Lue Xizhou was drinking himself half to death and couldn’t be managed alone, Fu Yanci wouldn’t have left the house.

But now, the whiteness before his eyes surpassed any scenery. Fu Yanci felt he couldn’t wait another second.

"Ah Li..."

Gripping Ye Li’s hand to guide her downward, Fu Yanci’s breathing grew heavier as he bit at the sultry softness of her nape, holding her up when she began to falter.

The enclosed bathroom amplified every sound to perfection.

Breaths.

Moans.

Even the sultry splashing of water, provoking blushes and flushed ears.

Every whisper was magnified infinitely, looping back into their ears like an even stronger intoxicant.

In the midst of motion, he caught sight of the mirrored reflection.

Stopping briefly, Fu Yanci kissed her with more passion.

The wind roared.

Rain poured.

Waves ferociously slammed against the shore, each one stronger than the last.

Ye Li’s once gentle and melodic sounds shattered entirely upon collision.

Echoing endlessly.

Lingering far longer than expected...