“Well, you’re willing to take the responsibility of fatherhood, but…… you won’t marry me; is that right?” Meng Qingxue looked up at the man in anger, and when she saw him maintaining his silence, she could stand it no longer. “Say something!”


  “If you don’t care about status, I can bring you back home, but, you know, I have a betrothal; I…… I can’t make you my formal wife, but other than that, I can give you everything else. You’ll enjoy a superior lifestyle, excellent food, and clothes. There’s absolutely—”


  “Shut up!” The woman’s eyes widened. As she fought back her tears. she felt so ridiculed that she burst into laughter. “Everything else except status? Do you mean that I can live like a mistress and only receive your love in secret?”


  “.……”


  The utterly furious woman grabbed the pillow by her side and hit the man hard, yelling hysterically, “Mu Yancheng, why are you always saying things with such justified dignity? A privileged life? Wealth and glory? You know very well that I don’t care about all those things!”


  “Qingxue!”


  “Let’s break up!” she cried, clearly in pain. “I don’t wanna love you anymore. I don’t wanna go through that kind of pathetic life again where I’m unable to see the light!”


  The man bit hard on his lips.

  It was not that he was unwilling to marry her; rather, he did not have Mu Yazhe’s courage!

  Yes, he loved her, and it was only when he almost lost her that he realized whom he really wanted to be with!

  The name ‘Meng Qingxue’ had taken over his heart.

  If possible, he wanted to marry her in style.

  Alas, his family would never allow him to bring her back!

  The Mus placed a lot of emphasis on their partners’ background and upbringing.

  As for her background, the fact that she was a model was sufficient for them to boot her out of the door.

  However, asking him to give her up was impossible.

  “Qingxue, I promise you: I can sever all my relationships with other women; I won’t be a Casanova anymore and go after women! I’ll love you and you alone, but…… I can’t marry you. My identity and family background mean that you won’t be able to marry into the family properly. Still, my uncle promised me that, when the time is ripe, I can bring you into the Mu family. Although you won’t be my formal wife, you’ll still be my woman!”


  “Am I going there as your mistress?” she asked in return. Her eyes had gone dull and lifeless by then.

  The man looked at her despairing face with his heart aching badly. “Qingxue, I—”


  She sneered for some time and interrupted him. “You always have a justification to trample on me.” She then stared hard at him and uttered through gnashed teeth, “Do you have a heart? Do you know that, when someone is hurting, the person can really feel pain in their heart?”


  Her questioning made him feel annoyed and frustrated.

  He suddenly stood up and, with a resolute attitude, declared, “I will bring you back to the capital.”


  “.……What?”


  “I’ll let you think this through overnight. You can’t live without me, and I can’t live without you, either.”


  After saying that, he turned around and left the ward.

  The woman stared at his departing figure in a daze, tears rolling down from her eyes, unbridled.

  In the end, he was as selfish as ever, not sparing a thought for her feelings.

  That kind of man did not know what love was.