After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 385: The Price of Defying Fate

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: The Price of Defying Fate

"Wan Mingyi!"

The voice was filled with a gnashing hatred, Chen Jiayuan slammed the door shut, pinning Wan Mingyi in the narrow hallway inside, "You’ve made it so hard for me to find you!"

"Wuu wuu, wuu wuu..."

Staring in shock, Wan Mingyi never dreamed she’d encounter Chen Jiayuan at home.

The last time she was cornered by Chen Jiayuan downstairs, Wan Mingyi quickly moved into a stylish apartment near Jingyue Building.

Because of this, she even blocked and deleted the white lotus friend who repeatedly tipped off Chen Jiayuan.

Wan Mingyi never expected Chen Jiayuan to be so deranged, he silently found her new home address and even guessed the password.

"Chen Jiayuan, you beast, let go of me!"

Pain shot through her ankle, but Wan Mingyi seemed not to feel it, shouting at the fiendish-faced Chen Jiayuan, "Do you know this is a crime?"

"Ha ha..."

His shirt was wrinkled as if it hadn’t been washed for days, the tie hung loosely around his neck.

His hair was indescribably messy.

The whites of his eyes were threaded with red veins.

Chen Jiayuan was downtrodden and sullen, his gaze fierce, "I have nothing left, a crime? ...Wan Mingyi, even if I die, I’ll take you down with me!"

He once had a bright future.

One of the co-founders of Shine, a senior designer.

With the Bishui Bay exhibition as a foundation, he was considered a promising, shining star in the industry.

Not to mention, two years ago in "Shining with You," he was the runner-up.

This time, if he had won the championship, with his talent, with the studio’s complete operational process, his brilliance was only a matter of time.

But because of Wan Mingyi, everything was ruined!

Without Wan Mingyi, Ye Li wouldn’t have meddled, founding Ye Li’s Studio.

Even if Ye Li entered the competition, even if she was still the champion, he would still be the undisputed runner-up with his score.

With the studio’s well-prepared operations, he would still be a star of tomorrow.

Another Ye Li wouldn’t obstruct his shine.

But overnight, the aura disappeared.

Not only was the runner-up title that should have been solidly his gone, he wasn’t even in the top ten.

A bleak 17th place made him the laughingstock of the circle.

Almost since that day, wherever he went, there were whispers.

Chen Jiayuan felt that everything of his was destroyed by Wan Mingyi.

"Bitch!"

With a fierce grip on Wan Mingyi’s neck, Chen Jiayuan’s gaze was sinister, "How does it feel to step on me to climb up? How does it feel to be a designer? Feels great, doesn’t..."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw the ambiguous mark on Wan Mingyi’s neck.

In an instant, his gaze turned scarlet and murky, as if he suffered an immense humiliation.

Smack!

He slapped Wan Mingyi hard, rubbing her neck forcefully, watching as the red mark covered by foundation became even more vivid and clear, then clutched Wan Mingyi’s neck again, roaring, "Did you sleep together? Wan Mingyi, you and that Luo guy, did you sleep together?"

Questioning relentlessly, yet not giving Wan Mingyi a chance to speak.

Rip!

Chen Jiayuan exerted force with both hands.

Wan Mingyi’s chiffon shirt was torn open, buttons clattering to the ground and bouncing away.

"Whore!"

Chen Jiayuan cursed in hatred, "Can’t do without a man, can you? Huh? One minute saying you’re not worthy of me, this great designer, life-or-death breaking up with me, the next you’d already hooked up with that Luo guy, hadn’t you? Huh?"

Seeing Wan Mingyi pounce at him, Chen Jiayuan kicked her down, reaching to undo his belt, "I want to see, what exactly is it about you that makes that Luo guy willing to lose face..."

Thud!

The crystal bowl holding the keys on the cabinet was thrown over, hitting Chen Jiayuan squarely on the forehead.

Pain accompanied by heat, he could feel blood flowing down.

Chen Jiayuan staggered, a vicious smile appearing on his face.

"You bitch, if I don’t kill you today, damn it, I’ll take your last name!"

Wiping the blood from his head, Chen Jiayuan viciously jumped at her.

"Beast! Chen Jiayuan, you’re a beast!"

Struggling desperately, but the physical gap between genders was undeniable.

No matter how she punched and kicked, or bit with all her strength, Chen Jiayuan was more ruthless.

Angry tears squeezed out bit by bit, even the searing pain in her ankle seemed to be unfelt, Wan Mingyi lifted her knee and slammed it hard.

A muffled groan sounded.

Chen Jiayuan pressed down even harder.

Aiming high left the bottom unsupported, Chen Jiayuan could never have dreamed that the body of Wan Mingyi, once tender and soft beneath him, was now all hard bones.

"Wan Mingyi, don’t you want to get rid of me? Let me tell you, dream on!"

It seemed like he wanted to obliterate every trace of other men on Wan Mingyi, Chen Jiayuan bit her ears and neck harshly.

Buzz.

Buzz buzz.

The sound of a vibrating phone rang, Wan Mingyi’s body stiffened, Chen Jiayuan abruptly stopped.

Easily, he fished her phone out of her bag.

On the screen, the words Mr. Luo were clearly displayed.

No matter how Wan Mingyi struggled, she couldn’t take back her phone.

It rang for a long time before the screen abruptly went dark.

The breath that had nearly burst from her chest scattered instantly.

Indeed, happiness has its limits too.

She once thought that being able to work while secretly studying jewelry design was the greatest happiness in her monotonous life.

Unexpectedly, the love she thought she had was just an illusory bubble.

After finally facing reality and starting to take control of her life, no longer being urged by her parents to cling to Chen Jiayuan for stability, no longer being betrayed by her fake friends.

Unexpectedly, life gave her such a blow.

Is this the price she has to pay for not accepting her fate?

No, she won’t accept it!

Staring daggers at Chen Jiayuan, watching him manipulate and try to unlock her phone, Wan Mingyi shakily stood up.

Ding dong!

When the elevator sounded, Wan Mingyi suddenly turned her head, "Help... wuuu..."

Before she could lunge forward, Chen Jiayuan fiercely pounced from behind, covering her mouth and dragging her behind the sofa.

Knock knock!

"Ming Yi?"

Knock knock knock.

"Wan Mingyi?"

Luo Changchuan’s voice sounded from outside the door.

Tears gushed from Wan Mingyi’s eyes.

"Wuuu, wuuu wuuu..."

No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free from the shackles on her.

She wanted to kick over the coffee table to make a sound, but Chen Jiayuan seemed to sense her intention, pinning her completely on the carpet before the sofa, immobilizing her.

"Ming Yi, Wan Mingyi..."

Knock knock!

Knock knock knock!

The voice calling out accompanied the knocking, then there was silence outside the door.

"Young man, who are you looking for?"

In the hallway outside, the door opposite opened, and an elderly lady with graying hair came out saying, "That girl isn’t back yet, if you have something, just call her."

"Alright."

Luo Changchuan nodded, continuing to dial Wan Mingyi’s phone as he turned and headed toward the elevator.

The phone buzzed, screen light fading to dark.

In the corridor, the man’s footsteps faded away.

Ding dong.

The sound of the elevator door opening rang out.

It was as if watching Luo Changchuan’s back stepping into the elevator, the hope in Wan Mingyi’s eyes dimmed as well.

In the corridor, as if hearing a faint sound, Luo Changchuan’s footsteps paused.