Chapter 242 - He’s Just Playing With Your Feelings (1/2)

Chapter 242: He’s Just Playing With Your Feelings

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Nan Zhi shook off Bo Shaoxiu’s hand and continued moving. But Bo Shaoxiu’s tall body soon blocked her again.

“Zhizhi, I want to talk to you.”

Nan Zhi looked at Bo Shaoxiu’s eyes, which were bloodshot like he had a number of sleepless nights. She frowned and said with a cold expression, “We have nothing to talk about.”

“I’m going to marry Nan Yao.”

“Congratulations.”

When she congratulated him, there was no hint of longing or reluctance in her eyes. There was only cold indifference.

A pained expression flashed past Bo Shaoxiu’s brown eyes and he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice, “If you agree to get back together with me, I can call off the wedding. I don’t mind if you have a child…”

There was a look of mockery in her eyes. “Bo Shaoxiu, you think too highly of yourself. Three-legged toads are hard to find but two-legged men are everywhere! Why should I take the leftover dregs of Nan Yao?”

“Nan Zhi, you…” Bo Shaoxiu was angered by Nan Zhi’s callous words. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not lose control in front of Nan Zhi. But he couldn’t help the surge of anger leaking into his voice when he responded. “Do you think Mu Sihan is sincere to you? I investigated him and he is quite mysterious. I can’t find out his true ident.i.ty, but he was adopted by the Mu family when he was twelve. His adoptive father treated him like his own and he was very grateful to his adoptive father. But do you know how his adoptive father died?”

Nan Zhi’s fingers curled slightly. She did not understand why Bo Shaoxiu was telling her this.

“It was your uncle who drove into his adoptive father’s car while drunk. That day, Mu Sihan was also in the car. To protect him, his adoptive father turned the steering wheel, so the person who should have died was Mu Sihan!”

Nan Zhi’s uncle had lived up to thirty-five years of age and had never married. After Nan Zhi was born, he treated her like his own daughter. On the day of his accident, her mother’s mental illness acted up and the helper called her uncle. He was socializing at that time and after receiving the call, he rushed back home in a hurry.

He would never have antic.i.p.ated that that day would spell the end of his life.

Nan Zhi only knew that her uncle had died because he collided with another car. She had never known the details.