Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 760: V623: Love is life and death together. 2100. [25]

Chapter 760: V623: Love is life and death together. 2100. [25]

So, facing Yu Wei’s invitation this time, he held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at Yu Wei deeply for a long time, and sat opposite her.

Only a glass of water was in front of Yu Wei.

It didn’t quite match her usual preference for Western culture and drinking coffee.

Liang Yichao glanced and didn’t think much of it.

Yu Wei seemed to look thinner than before, and there was a rather strong perfume scent on her, which Liang Yichao assumed Pei Yongyou liked, so he didn’t think much about it.

Flicking the ash, he waited for Yu Wei to speak.

In the Baroque-style decorated environment, the air felt quiet yet winding, heavy with a pain that made the heart ache.

Seeing Liang Yichao in this manner, Yu Wei restrained herself for a long time, then slowly said, "Why have you been frequently taking my son to your house these days?"

For an instant, Liang Yichao felt as if his face had been struck with so many slaps.

He thought she might talk about something related to him when meeting him.

Yet, how could he not have anticipated this?

With self-mockery, he let out a low laugh.

Liang Yichao shrugged his shoulders and said in a sarcastic tone never before heard, "Is this what you want to ask me?"

Yu Wei’s heart ached, she understood what Liang Yichao meant, but right now, this was the only thing that she cared about.

Yu Wei pursed her lips and said nothing.

Liang Yichao, with a cold smile, said, "Taking your son over, looking for an opportunity to kill him, alright?"

This was just a joke.

Yu Wei was embarrassed and said, "Yichao..."

Liang Yichao immediately chuckled lightly and said, "Don’t call me that, we’re not that close!"

For a moment, Yu Wei was speechless.

With drooping eyes, facing a woman who had never been this subdued, Liang Yichao felt Jauntly struck again and more intensely, a slap coming to hit him, daring him to yell back, but now she had been tamed by Pei Yongyou to be so gentle that she couldn’t shout anymore, he laughed sarcastically and his shoulders shook.

Liang Yichao felt sad and said nothing.

After a while, Yu Wei, truly having no other options, tried her best to use a calm tone and said, "Yichao... I don’t know why you keep taking Cichu to play, but what I want to say is... Can you first tell me why you’re looking for him, okay?"

Yu Wei genuinely wanted to know if Liang Yichao had discovered the truth.

But these words in Liang Yichao’s ears had another interpretation.

With a frown, his fingers holding the cigarette were slightly white, Liang Yichao asked, "What do you mean by this?"

What did he mean?

Yu Wei hadn’t yet reacted to it.

Liang Yichao then looked at her intensely, feeling like a stranger once more in pain: "Do you think I would harm your son because I hate you, so I took your son over to mistreat him, you’re worried, right?"

For a moment, Yu Wei couldn’t find words.

Liang Yichao couldn’t help but shout in anger, "Yu Wei! Your son is with me, what are you worried about!"

This strong expression of affection made Yu Wei’s eyes instantly brim with tears.

And all of Liang Yichao’s anger also surfaced at this moment, "Weiwei... why? I thought you came to see me today because you knew I was leaving Rong City and wouldn’t be back, so you wanted to meet me. I thought there’s no future for us, but seeing that I still love you, hate you, and can’t let you go, you wanted to talk to me to make me let go. But why? Why did you bring up your son?"

Yu Wei was speechless.

Liang Yichao’s bitterness grew even stronger: "And why this tone over and over again? How much do you despise me! You refused my marriage proposal four years ago and married Pei Yongyou. Four years later, facing my impending departure, what you still think of is your love’s crystallization! How long do you plan to hurt me before stopping? Son~ha, in our situation, how much I don’t want to see you or your son, don’t you understand? Even if I do see him, when have I ever been bad to your son? Did you even ask him, and today you come and question me like this?"

"Yes, I casually bring him over every day, but that’s just my brother saying he likes your son’s temperament, hopes to find a playmate for my nephew in the future, just wanting to see him is my family’s wish, not mine! So, this action made you worried? Yu Wei... between us, it’s already impossible anyway, my many years of feelings are laid there, in comparison with your son, it’s not even as important as your son, you’re even beginning to doubt my character, right?"

Liang Yichao’s eyes were bloodshot and tearful.

Confronting Yu Wei, who understood all his misunderstandings, tears also began to escape uncontrollably.

Trembling, she choked out half a sentence: "No, that’s not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean!" Liang Yichao shouted.

Half of the cafe looked over.

Liang Yichao found it sarcastic but was unwilling to compromise anymore.

Because—he truly was hurt too deeply!

Son... haha, in the last meeting before leaving Rong City, Yu Wei talked to him about nothing but this topic.

He had already refused express his unwillingness to discuss further, yet Yu Wei had asked again.

He couldn’t sit still.

He feared that she would ask a third time, he would go completely mad.

He deeply felt that today, he still wanted to see her one last time, still yearned for her to come to embrace him, soothe the lonely yearning of these years, hoping for one good memory between them.

His coming to this meeting was a mistake.

In hesitation, he took a few harsh drags of his cigarette, extinguished the butt in the ashtray, yet knew not where to look in the next moment.

In an awkward and bewildered state, like a lost child.

Yu Wei saw through him completely, understood all his ignorance about the child, understood all the pain in his heart at this moment.

Her own heart felt like it was being swept by a torrential storm.

But should she hold onto him?

Yu Wei couldn’t deny that no matter how much she wished Liang Yichao could leave smoothly, that he might find some possibility and opportunity with another woman in the remaining fifty years, at this moment, looking at the man she loved from childhood, she couldn’t resist wanting to embrace him, to end her life in his arms, also letting him not be sad, not cry, the impulse to leave some good memories between them often tormented her.

Yu Wei’s fingertips were on the coffee table, invoking bittersweet and discomfort.

But alas, Liang Yichao had lost the heart to wait.

A heart dead, if Yu Wei’s marriage to someone else four years ago had burned and turned his fervent heart to ashes, today’s stronger stimulus and sarcasm had scattered those ashes under the wind, nowhere to be seen.

He took out his wallet and handed the card he got this morning to Yu Wei: "For your son."

Without saying a second word, he tucked his wallet into his inner pocket, not even waiting for the waiter to come by to ask, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

He fled.

The sarcasm in his heart, facing Yu Wei at this moment, couldn’t even squeeze out a bitter smile.

Because he was leaving.

Yet realized he’d spent twenty-one years composing a "Monologue"...