Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1242: Daddy Dabai Digs a Pit for His Son (8)

Zhang Sanfeng was startled by her words: "You know? You believe what I said? You witnessed it firsthand—"

"He told me he would sell his soul for me, not that he would die for me. What do you think?"

Zhang Sanfeng’s lips parted slightly, and a dazed look appeared in his eyes.

Through the screen, Zhong Qiaohui clearly saw the expression on his face, and it left her utterly disappointed. This man didn’t even know where he went wrong, and expecting him to realize it seemed utterly unattainable. It seemed impossible in this lifetime.

In terms of passionate craziness for love, he fell far short of that other man.

"You—" Zhang Sanfeng finally found his voice, "you believe what that man said?"

"Yes, why wouldn’t I? He honestly told me who he was," Zhong Qiaohui said.

Her answer was something Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t accept, and he shouted, "Do you know what you’re saying?!"

"All I know is—" Her eyes swept past the figure that never crossed the screen, "you won’t come to my side, never."

Zhang Sanfeng felt her gaze, but without a doubt, everything was too late. He stayed outside the screen, unlike how people expected him to step across the boundary and hold her close.

Zhang Sanfeng’s pride defeated everything, including love.

This man had never changed. He had been this way towards her since they were young. Zhong Qiaohui finally saw it clearly. The barrier between them wasn’t Zhang Yingxi or anyone else, but the man’s inner pride that couldn’t accommodate her affection.

"You should go," Zhong Qiaohui said.

Zhang Sanfeng’s breathing was a bit rapid: "What do you want?"

"I’m his wife now. Since they haven’t found his body yet, I must find him."

"Qiaohui, listen to me, it’s not like that. He’s just using you!" He roared desperately, his hysterical outburst even surprising himself.

Zhong Qiaohui remained unmoved, coldly glanced at his reaction, knowing it was all too late. She said, "I’m no fool, Zhang Sanfeng. When it comes to love, I know more than a bit more than you do. I wouldn’t fail to see if he truly loves me."

She got out of bed, circumvented the screen, and brushed past his wheelchair.

At that moment, her figure was like the wind, whooshing past him. She didn’t spare him a glance, as if he were nothing more than air.

Zhang Sanfeng’s heart contracted painfully, and breathing became a torment. He had never imagined he’d see such a day. Even with his crippled leg, he had not envisioned this day.

As Zhong Qiaohui stepped out and saw her grandfather and mother waiting in the hallway, the thought in her mind was not the cripple she had loved and pitied for so long in her room. She finally understood something: Zhang Sanfeng was not the truly pitiable one.

Because look, no matter her mother or her grandfather, they were all on Zhang Sanfeng’s side.

The man was truly pitiful. On one hand, he bore the weight of expectations and responsibilities from elders, yet on the other hand, he hadn’t received more affection than his younger brother.

Even she, the girl he liked since childhood, and his once-promised fiancée only had eyes for his brother.

That man was truly pitiful.

Zhong Qiaohui’s nose couldn’t help but tingle.

"Qiaohui." Her mother hurried up, already noticing the odd expression on her daughter’s face, hence she worriedly looked into the room, wondering if what Zhang Sanfeng said had had a counter-effect.