Zhang Xinlan and Ye Chen stood face to face in opposition, feeling it incredible that such despicable men could exist in this world.

"Shall we?" Ye Chen asked cautiously.

"Slap!"

Zhang Xinlan couldn't hold back any longer, raising her hand and delivering a slap that resounded crisply across Ye Chen's face.

"Very good, another?" Ye Chen said with a despicable eagerness.

"Slap!"

Zhang Xinlan glared furiously at Ye Chen, unable to stand the sight of someone so vile in this world, so she raised her hand and slapped him again.

"Feeling any better? If not, I can still take it," Ye Chen said.

"Slap!"

The beautiful but heartless woman glared at Ye Chen as if to say, are you capable of not being vile?

"There's still anger in your eyes. Go on!"

"Slap!"

Zhang Xinlan didn't hold back, feeling the rage inside her, wishing she could flay Ye Chen and drink his blood.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"..."

Zhang Xinlan got into the rhythm of slapping without Ye Chen needing to demean himself further, finding herself becoming more and more relieved with each hit.

"Feeling relieved yet?"

Ye Chen, having been slapped dozens of times by Zhang Xinlan, didn't show a hint of redness or breathlessness, even his hair remained in place – a testament to the composure of a Grandmaster.

"My hand hurts!" Zhang Xinlan said, a bit aggrieved.

This guy's face was so thick, while her small hand was so tender. Even if she kept slapping his face, it was her hand that ended up hurting.

"Let me rub it for you," Ye Chen said as he gently took Zhang Xinlan's small hand and started rubbing it.

"Don't," Zhang Xinlan said.

She was seriously impressed with Ye Chen's shamelessness; she had clearly told him they were broken up, yet how could he still brazenly grab her hand?

"Let's get registered for marriage!" Ye Chen said.

"You wish!" Zhang Xinlan scoffed.

"Xinlan, can't we stop fighting?" Ye Chen said earnestly. "Do you know, when you were critically injured and lying in the intensive care unit, my heart was shattered!"

"Then why are you still alive? If your heart was shattered, how could you still be alive?" Zhang Xinlan said. "Obviously, you're still lying, still deceiving me!"

"..." Ye Chen suddenly felt as if there was blood stuck in his chest.

"No matter what, you are the woman I love the most!" Ye Chen's sincerity was clear.

"Right, you love me, but you slept with my best friend. What noble love that is!" Zhang Xinlan nodded in profound agreement.

"No one is a saint; who doesn't make mistakes?" Ye Chen excused himself.

"I know, that's why I tolerated your mistakes!"

"When you were with Su Binglan, what did I say?" Zhang Xinlan sneered. "Perhaps it was my excessive indulgence that allowed you to act without restraint!"

"I truly admire your ability for managing to hook up with Liu Shihua. You're really something!" Zhang Xinlan said with a pitiful smile.

Ye Chen's repeated betrayals had completely broken Zhang Xinlan's heart, and she no longer wanted to continue.

"What if I cut off contact with Liu Shihua from now on?" Ye Chen asked cautiously.

"Cut off?" Zhang Xinlan sneered. "You think you can just say it's over and it's over?"

"Liu Shihua remained pure for all these years, you took everything from her, and then you just abandon her?"

"Then, what should I do?" Ye Chen was somewhat unclear on Zhang Xinlan's attitude.

"Do whatever you want; we're already broken up!" Zhang Xinlan said coldly, not wanting to get entangled any further with Ye Chen, as it would only cause her more pain.

"No!" Ye Chen was unwilling.

"Do you think you still have the right to say 'no'?" Zhang Xinlan said. "Look at the great things you've done, a man who can't even control himself, how can you possibly restrain others!"

"But you still love me, I can feel it," Ye Chen said, playing the role of a deeply passionate scoundrel.

"I really don't have that sort of affection for you anymore!" Zhang Xinlan said coldly.

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