Chapter 16: What’s Between Us Isn’t Over Yet

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Song Xixi sneered coldly as if she had heard the most absurd words in the world. "I am not your possession. I have my own life. Who I choose to be with is my freedom, and you have no right to interfere here!"

Qin Ze frowned, his expression darkening.

"Freedom? No right? Song Xixi, when you need me, I have the right; when you don’t, you just kick me aside, right?"

Song Xixi was forced to take a few steps back until her back hit the wall of the private room.

This despicable man spoke as if she had wronged him.

He was just embarrassed from being dumped!

She lifted her head, looking at him fearlessly. "Mr. Qin, do you really miss a disposable pet so much?"

A cruel smile curved Qin Ze’s lips as he reached out to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"So what if I do? I, Qin Ze, never fail to get what I want."

Even if he admitted he couldn’t let go, so what?

Damn woman, why does she keep pushing me like this?

Song Xixi suddenly shook off his hand, biting her lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Her chest heaved violently, eyes bloodshot as she glared at him, hatred and resolve intertwined.

Her lips trembled as she almost shouted, "Qin Ze, you are utterly selfish! I am a person, not a toy for you to manipulate or give to whomever you please!"

Her emotions spiraled out of control; she screamed in hysteria, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth.

Her mind echoed with Qin Ze’s hurtful words from that day, the pain so sharp it was hard to breathe.

Clenching her fists until her nails dug into her palms, she did not feel the pain, only staring at Qin Ze with her body trembling.

Qin Ze was stung by her words, his body stiffening slightly, his face momentarily frozen.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I—"

At that moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Three men swaggered in: Zhang Heng and his two friends.

They all stared sharply at the tense pair inside, their curiosity evident.

Song Xixi sneered coldly.

Looking at Qin Ze, she said icily, "Mr. Qin, have you forgotten the words you said that night at the bar’s entrance?"

Qin Ze immediately froze upon hearing that.

Looking at Zhang Heng and the others, memories flooded back.

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That night at the bar’s entrance.

...

After the laughter died down,

Qin Ze had said darkly, "If you’re not afraid, then try touching her."

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Zhang Heng and the two others stiffened, feeling their pride wounded, but still stubbornly said, "She’s just a woman. Mr. Qin, you wouldn’t really be that attached, would you?"

Qin Ze furrowed his brows, a fierce glint in his eyes as he said coldly, "She is my pet alone. Who dares to touch her?"

The arrogance in his tone silenced them, and they could only sheepishly rub their noses, unwilling to joke further.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

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Qin Ze suddenly understood.

So the woman’s recent unusual behavior was because of that incident?

So she had misunderstood!

Just as he was about to explain, Song Xixi gave him no chance and continued to mock, "What, Mr. Qin, are you regretting it now?"

Qin Ze’s face darkened further, veins twitching on his forehead. "You’re twisting my words!"

But Song Xixi refused to listen.

All the past grievances and pain surged in her heart.

Unable to contain her fury or consider the consequences, she raised her hand and struck him with all her might.

A sharp slap echoed through the room.

Everyone was stunned by the slap.

Zhang Heng and the others stared wide-eyed, mouths agape in disbelief.

They couldn’t believe anyone dared to hit Qin Ze.

Qin Ze stood frozen, a clear handprint appearing on his face.

His eyes blazed with fury as he instinctively raised his hand.

But Song Xixi stood her ground, meeting his gaze without flinching.

Finally landing that slap brought her an inexplicable sense of relief.

Even if he struck back, it wouldn’t matter.

At least, at that moment, she vented all the bitterness she had been holding inside.

Time stood still; everyone held their breath, waiting for Qin Ze’s reaction.

But in the end, he did not strike.

His hand hovered mid-air, trembling slightly as he looked at Song Xixi’s defiant face, his anger slowly giving way to a complicated emotion.

Seeing this, Song Xixi sneered, "Mr. Qin, if you won’t hit me, then I’m leaving! Hopefully, we never meet again!"

With that, she turned decisively and stormed out.

At the door, Zhang Heng and the others looked at her retreating figure, then at Qin Ze’s face still bearing the slap mark, swallowing nervously.

Damn—

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The notorious "King of Hell," Qin Ze, had been slapped by a woman.

And it was his own pampered golden canary who had done it.

If this got out, it would be explosive news.

Qin Ze stood rooted to the spot, taking a long moment to regain his composure.

His tightly clenched fists slammed repeatedly on the nearby table.

The cups on the table wobbled and spilled their contents.

Muttering to himself, "Song Xixi, this isn’t over between us..."

Zhang Heng hesitated before cautiously stepping forward. "Mr. Qin, please calm down. That woman is ungrateful. You don’t need to get upset over her."

Qin Ze spun sharply, his gaze cutting like a blade at Zhang Heng.

"Get out. All of you, get out!"

Zhang Heng shuddered in fear and, along with the others, slunk out of the room.

Qin Ze glanced at the Patek Philippe box, a cold smile curling on his lips.

After rushing out of the bar, Song Xixi hurried on, the night wind wildly tossing her hair.

She barely had time to tidy herself, sprinting straight toward the bar’s entrance.

There, she immediately spotted Ye Chunxi anxiously scanning the street.

Unable to rest, Ye Chunxi had stayed by the door, determined to make sure Song Xixi was safe.

As soon as she saw Song Xixi, relief flooded her face—then she noticed her red, tear-streaked eyes.

Ye Chunxi thought Qin Ze had bullied her inside and instantly burst with fury.

Without a word, she rushed over, grabbing Song Xixi’s hand, her face full of concern as she scanned her.

"Xixi, what happened? Did Qin Ze hurt you? What did he do? Tell me now—I’ll make him pay. No one bullies my best friend and gets away with it!"

Turning, she was ready to storm back into the bar.

Song Xixi quickly stopped her. "Chun, don’t be impulsive. It’s not what you think. Let’s just go; there’s no need to cause a scene here."

But Ye Chunxi refused to give up. "Xixi, don’t hide it from me. You’re crying like this; you must have been wronged. Tell me, and I promise I’ll help you get justice. I don’t care if he’s some big boss—no one messes with you!"