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Was it due to lack of trust that Zhuang Nainai kept it from him? Or that she did not care about him?

Si Zhengting looked down abruptly again but stopped when his gaze landed on her red lips.

Her lips were red and swelling from his aggressive kiss. There was blood at the corner of her mouth where her skin had a tear.

Her brows were tightly furrowed. The long lashes on her closed eyes trembled slightly.

He had obviously hurt her.

Si Zhengting suddenly clenched his fists tightly.

Zhuang Nainai anxiously awaited Si Zhengtings next move.

A shadow appeared in front of her and she instinctively closed her eyes, nervously waiting for the next oncoming storm.

The pain she anticipated did not come.

Zhuang Nainai opened her eyes in puzzlement and saw Si Zhengting looking at her coldly.

She shivered, and her legs started to tremble again. She wanted to say something but could not bring herself to form the words.

Right then, she saw his tightly clenched fist hurtling towards her head with great force.

Zhuang Nainai jumped with fright. It was too late to hide. Her body tensed, and she quickly shut her eyes.

Thud!

A loud sound of collision rang in her ears.

Zhuang Nainai opened her eyes to see his fist smashed onto the wall next to her. Blood seeped through the wound on his hand.

Zhuang Nainais eyes widened in shock and she shook in fear. He had used great force. She had heard a crunch upon the impact. Could it be a fracture in his hand?

Zhuang Nainai was instantly anxious. She ignored the fact that Si Zhengting was still in a rage and hurried to check his hand. However, he took a step back the moment she touched his hand and turned to leave after casting her a cold, sharp glance.

Thud.

He closed the door as he made a quick exit.

Si Zhengting walked out and Ji Chen caught sight of this bloodied hand. He hurriedly asked, Sir, your hand

Si Zhengting kept his face blank and headed straight for the lift with a strong oppressing aura surrounding him.

He had been furious. He had given her three chances but she failed to take them.

But when he saw the trace of blood on her lips, he snapped out of it and was worried that he might hurt her accidentally again.

Therefore, it was better to go far away from her now.

The support on Zhuang Nainais arms disappeared when Si Zhengting left so abruptly. She slid down against the wall and sat on the floor, dazed.

Why did he suddenly ask that question?

Did Ding Mengya double-cross her and tell him something? Or did he simply discover it from her poor concealment of hatred towards Ding Mengya?

Did he believe what she had said just now? Or not?

They were innocent back in high school. Back then, she thought she had figured him all out, only to realize her naivety later on.

He had accepted her for an entire year. She thought he had liked her, but she was let down eventually.

Zhuang Nainai lowered her eyes with bitterness. She had never dared to guess at his intentions afterwards.

But now, she did not know if she was doing things the right way.

The top floor was empty by the time she gathered her senses and made chase.

Zhuang Nainai returned to the mansion in a daze, worrying over Si Zhengtings injured hand. She did not even hear the butlers call for dinner and headed straight upstairs.