Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 786: 782: Unfeeling

Chapter 786: Chapter 782: Unfeeling

Seeing Hu Jing so devoid of vitality, Ye Fan wanted to comfort her with a few words but restrained himself.

Ye Fan calmed himself down and sipped his tea at a leisurely pace, giving Hu Jing time to process this information and adjust her mindset.

After about ten minutes, Hu Jing suddenly burst into self-mocking laughter, “Heh, heh heh heh…”

Ye Fan stopped sipping his tea, turned to look at Hu Jing, who also cast her gaze upon him and said, “Ye Fan, you’ve really kept yourself well-hidden.”

Ye Fan spread his hands, having nothing to say; he could understand the feeling of being deceived that Hu Jing was experiencing.

However, it wasn’t his fault either; even though he had never told Hu Jing he was already married, he had also been rejecting her all along, especially since she knew from the start that Lu Xiaoman was his girlfriend.

Of course, he wouldn’t defend himself.

Even though he regretted losing Hu Jing as a friend, it was better than continuing to be entangled with her.

Seeing that Ye Fan had no intention to explain, Hu Jing wanted to hear his explanation even more.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” she asked, suppressing her anger.

Ye Fan shook his head slightly.

Hu Jing took a deep breath, mechanically nodded her head, and said, “It’s because I’m stupid, I’m dumb, it’s because I’m wanton, I’m materialistic, it’s all me throwing myself at you…”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her chest heaving, her ample bosom almost bouncing out of her deep red evening gown’s U-shaped neckline.

She knew very well in her heart that it wasn’t because Ye Fan was young and wealthy that she took a liking to him, otherwise with her shrewd nature of not taking uncalculated risks, she wouldn’t have planned to give her chastity, which she had guarded for many years, to Ye Fan tonight. Compared to beauty and sexiness, her virginity was her greatest asset.

Ye Fan’s indifferent demeanor deeply hurt her, leaving her feeling immensely wronged. She was the one being deceived, so why didn’t Ye Fan even have a word to say?

Hu Jing’s series of self-deprecations made Ye Fan uneasy, and he said, “Hu Jing, don’t do this.”

“Wuu wuu wuu…” Hu Jing turned away, covered her face with her hands, and began to sob.

She told herself not to cry, to behave completely like a materialistic woman, but she couldn’t help crying.

Listening to Hu Jing’s repressed sobs and seeing her shaking shoulders, Ye Fan also felt uncomfortable.

“Let’s do this. I’ve hidden this from you for so long, and I truly am sorry. I’ll compensate you with a sum of money,” Ye Fan said.

“Who needs your damn money?!” Hu Jing suddenly turned around, her pretty face sorrowful as if pear blossoms bathed in rain, and she shouted angrily, “You think you’re something special just because you have money? You think you can just play with women’s feelings because you’re rich!”

Scolding him, she stood up and ran toward the door, wanting to flee the place, no longer wishing to see Ye Fan.

Ye Fan quickly followed after her, blocking Hu Jing’s way. She was so emotionally worked up, and it being late at night, he worried something might happen to her if she ran out like this.

“Get out of my way!” Hu Jing shouted.

Ye Fan shook his head and firmly said, “I won’t let you leave like this unless you’ve calmed down.”

“Pah!” Hu Jing spat out, “Stop your pretense. To you, I’m just a vain, gold-digging woman longing to marry into wealth! You think it’s all my own fault!”

“Move!” she said agitatedly, attempting to push Ye Fan away.

However, since Ye Fan wanted to block her, no matter how hard she pushed, she could not move him an inch.

After pushing for a while and seeing that she couldn’t push him away, Hu Jing’s emotions flared, and she clenched her fists and started to pound on Ye Fan’s chest.

“Move! Move! Move! I don’t need your sympathy! And I certainly don’t need your pity!” While punching Ye Fan’s chest, she cried and cursed, “I’m a materialistic woman, a vain woman. If I can’t snag you as a wealthy husband, there are plenty of richer, more powerful men out there waiting for me to catch! With my assets, I can snag a husband ten times better than you! What’s so great about you?!…”

Ye Fan endured Hu Jing’s punches, suddenly feeling her genuine heartache and distress.

He wanted to reach out and hold Hu Jing, to offer her comfort, but in the end, he refrained. That gesture would only lead to endless entanglement in the future.

So, he could only bear it all with an expressionless face.

Hu Jing hit and scolded Ye Fan, but still, he gave no response, not even a change in expression, which led her to despair.

Suddenly, she threw herself into Ye Fan’s arms, buried her lovely face in his chest, continued to punch him, and cried, “Ye Fan, are you really that heartless? Don’t you have even a word of comfort?”

Ye Fan remained resolute, not giving any action that would give Hu Jing hope.

After a while, Hu Jing finally gave up in despair, stepped away from Ye Fan’s chest, sniffled, wiped away her tears, turned around, and walked back to the restroom.

Watching Hu Jing enter the restroom, Ye Fan guessed that Hu Jing’s emotions would calm down soon.

He sighed with discomfort in his heart, walked back to the coffee table, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and tried to taste it nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter.

About seven or eight minutes later, Ye Fan heard the restroom door open, but he resisted the urge to look, continuing to calmly taste his tea.

“Click, click, click…”

The sound of stiletto heels tapping on the floor drew closer, followed by Hu Jing’s signature scent, and then Ye Fan saw her sit down on another sofa.

“Make me a cup of tea,” came Hu Jing’s cool voice.

Ye Fan finally turned his head to look directly at Hu Jing, seeing that she had retouched her makeup, returning to her gorgeous, beautiful self, though traces of her crying lingered in her eyes.

He nodded, made a cup of tea for Hu Jing.

Hu Jing picked up the tea, drank it in one gulp, put down the cup, then said, “I’ve calmed down now, right? Can I go?”

“Yes, you can go,” Ye Fan nodded.

However, Hu Jing did not stand up immediately but continued to stare at Ye Fan.

After being stared at by Hu Jing, Ye Fan felt obliged to speak up, “Is there anything else?”

“Give me your bank account number, I want to return the money to you,” Hu Jing said coldly.

Before Ye Fan had gone to Mingde County, Hu Jing had many interactions with him, including one time when they went to Yonghui Private Club, and Ye Fan won fifty million from gambling with Long Aotian, casually giving both Hu Jing and Zhao Shuaijiang three million each. Furthermore, there was another occasion when Ye Fan, competing with An Qiye at a charity auction, nonchalantly gave Hu Jing a strand of South Sea pearls worth three hundred thousand that he didn’t need.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan had no recollection of these events. Puzzled, he said, “What money? I’ve never lent you any.”

Hu Jing knew that Ye Fan was not pretending; he genuinely couldn’t remember. However, this made her even more disgusted with the fact that she remembered an act that he had forgotten.

“Hmph!” She snorted coldly, “Just give me your bank account information!”