Chapter 355: The Enraged Qin Jian

The setting sun's lingering rays at the horizon, the evening glow filling the sky, and a gentle breeze blowing—it is a quiet and peaceful night.

Yet on the terrace at the highest point of the Pope Palace, the atmosphere is unusually stifling.

It is like a cloudy day heavy with dark clouds; although it is not raining, it weighs heavily on the heart, making it impossible to feel happy.

The Maids move in and out, not daring to make a single sound, not even daring to catch their breath.

"Because there was no investment, there is no need to feel sad..."

Bibi Dong lowers her eyes, not wanting Qin Jian to see her weak and powerless gaze, and simply says softly: "Qin Jian, you are always like this, seeing through so many things so clearly, so clearly that a single sentence can tear a person's heart apart..."

"What did I say that was wrong? If you had never truly invested, how could you bear to lay a hand on me? Isn't it just because there were no sunk costs?"

Qin Jian shakes the wine glass in his hand, but there is no elegance in the gesture; instead, he tilts his head back and downs it in one gulp.

"Didn't you say that drinking on an empty stomach is bad?" Bibi Dong suddenly says.

"When one is in a bad mood, who still cares about physical health?" Qin Jian puts down the wine glass and says indifferently.

"You are indeed right. I really don't know how to be good to someone. I have never had such an experience, and I am lacking in this regard..."

Bibi Dong also downs her drink in one gulp, then refills both glasses, and continues: "I have too many desires of my own, wanting to obtain too much, often feeling that many things are what I deserve, whether it is the awe of the masses or your kindness and affection for me..."

Her gaze slowly sinks: "Because I never had the chance to control my own life since I was young, that is why I want to control everything now... Because I received too little during my growth, that is why I have such great desires now..."

"Every effect has a cause. That I am who I am today is not something I could decide myself."

Bibi Dong raises her eyes to look at him, seemingly hoping to see a different reaction from him.

But Qin Jian is not moved in the slightest by this confession.

He just shakes his wine glass again, then tilts his head back and downs the liquor.

"I haven't known you for just one day. I have long known what kind of person you are. Blame me... for always thinking I was so special, thinking you would be different toward me, thinking that over time, you would slowly learn these things, understand what kind of thing emotion really is, and how to manage a relationship..."

Qin Jian pours more wine again, while smiling faintly, and says without a hint of warmth: "But I was wrong. You are still the same you, who will not stop your footsteps for anyone. No matter what kind of past we have, no matter if we have experienced a Ten-Thousand-Year Love Tribulation, no matter how I try to get close to you or be good to you, in your heart, you are still the most important, and your own desires are the most important..."

"No, that's not it!"

Bibi Dong suddenly raises her head, her eyes staring straight at Qin Jian on her perfect face: "I just didn't understand. I hadn't fully grasped these things, but I understand now, right when I almost killed you!"

"Unfortunately... that is already too late..."

Before they know it, through their back-and-forth, the red wine has been finished.

But as if they hadn't realized it, they pick up Qin Jian's distilled liquor, seamlessly continuing to drink on an empty stomach.

The Maids look at the untouched food on the table and silently mourn for it...

"Is it really too late..." Bibi Dong murmurs.

"At least this time..."

Having drunk too much, Qin Jian already feels his brain swelling. He supports his forehead with one hand, but his voice remains indifferent: "At least this time... it is truly too late..."

"Without special circumstances, it is impossible for me to trust a woman who wanted to kill me again..."

He rubs his temples and stands up, swaying slightly.

"Drinking two kinds of liquor together is still too potent. Let's leave it at this for today... it is getting late..."

Seeing him about to leave, Bibi Dong suddenly grabs his hand: "Qin Jian, is it really too late?"

Tears stream down her face; this is the first time she cannot hide the sorrow in her heart.

Affection moves the heart, but it also hurts the most.

"This time... it is truly too late..."

Qin Jian does not look at her, but slowly pulls her hand away.

"But..."

She stands up abruptly, stepping right in front of him, her tear-filled eyes looking at Qin Jian: "You clearly said you would teach me these things I don't know. You promised me that no matter how inept I am, you would keep teaching me..."

"Those words... those words... do they not count anymore?"

Qin Jian suddenly begins to gasp, feeling as if a giant boulder is pressing on his heart, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"They don't count! None of them count!"

He suddenly flies into a rage, swinging his hand to knock the wine bottle off the table.

"Bang!"

The bottle crashes onto the floor, and shards scatter everywhere.

The Maids are terrified into silence.

"Why should they count! Why should I accommodate you! Why can you never think of me!"

Qin Jian suddenly reaches out and, in the terrified gaze of the Maids, grabs Bibi Dong by the throat, his eyes full of madness.

The alcohol has already made him lose control...

"You! Let me go!"

Bibi Dong wants to escape, but she is unwilling to use her soul power, so she has to let Qin Jian grip her throat so tightly.

A feeling of losing control over her life surges from her heart; even though she knows she could break free at any moment, she still feels incomparably panicked.

"Let go? Why should I let go?"

Qin Jian sneers: "You should also experience this feeling properly, the feeling of having your life not under your own control!"

"Do you know, if it weren't for her, I would have, truly, already, died—"

He shouts the last sentence almost hysterically, his eyes turning bloodshot, as if he wishes he could snap Bibi Dong's neck right now.

But the next moment, he lets go.

"Cough, cough..."

Bibi Dong covers her throat and takes a few steps back, coughing with some difficulty.

"Now, do you understand how I feel?"

Qin Jian suddenly returns to calm, but if one looks at his eyes, one would find the look within them is still frantic.

Many emotions are pressed deep in the heart, and once control is lost, they will erupt.

Negative emotions, everyone has them.

"I, understand..."

Bibi Dong let go of her own neck and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

"No need."

Qin Jian took a deep breath, and deep in his consciousness, he also sensed that his state was not right, so he forcibly suppressed the impulse of violence, walked straight off the terrace, and prepared to leave this place.

But Bibi Dong suddenly followed and grabbed his hand all at once: "Wait a moment."

"What is it again?" Qin Jian turned his head back very impatiently.

"What exactly do you want me to do to forgive me? Do you really want me to die?" Bibi Dong said urgently.

Qin Jian sneered: "If I wanted you to die, would you really die?"

"I... I wouldn't..." Bibi Dong lowered her head.

"Then what is the point of saying that?"

Qin Jian impatiently shook off her hand.

"But I can compensate you in other ways..."

(End of this chapter)