Chapter 1592: 1592: I Never Want to See You Again

Chapter 1592: Chapter 1592: I Never Want to See You Again

Following the information sent by Chen Xiaoyi, Luo Ziling arrived at the well-known Sichuan restaurant where Chen Xiaoyi was already waiting.

She had reserved a small private room and was inside drinking tea.

Her expression was still as desolate as it had been in previous days, though her complexion had slightly improved.

Perhaps, after returning to the country, she hadn’t gone several days without sleep and had been eating a bit more regularly.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Luo Ziling said with a wry smile, looking at her after seating himself, “If you stay optimistic, you can just consider it as losing weight!”

“I assume you didn’t ask me out to say such meaningless things,” Chen Xiaoyi looked at Luo Ziling with a blank expression, her voice tinged with coldness.

“Actually, I don’t know what to say to you,” Luo Ziling admitted candidly, “I just wanted to see you. Maybe next time we meet, it will be a long time from now.”

Unprepared for Luo Ziling’s words, Chen Xiaoyi was momentarily stunned but ultimately said nothing, simply lowering her head.

Luo Ziling also fell silent. After ordering food, he instructed the waiter to serve it promptly.

In the afternoon, he still had to go to the Yang Family Old House to treat Yang Yuanshan once more.

Around one in the afternoon, he had planned to meet with Yang Qingyin and head over together.

They remained silent until the dishes arrived, exchanging no further words.

Luo Ziling didn’t know what to say and opted for silence, while Chen Xiaoyi wanted him to speak but felt uneasy when he didn’t.

“In a few days, the police should have the investigation results,” Luo Ziling finally spoke as the food was served, “Whether you believe it or not, that’s the official conclusion.”

“Everyone in the Chen Family considers you a person that must be eliminated,” Chen Xiaoyi looked coldly at Luo Ziling, “Aren’t you afraid of dying at their hands one day?”

Luo Ziling sighed helplessly, “Your Chen Family has planned no fewer than ten actions against me, but I’ve been lucky to survive each time. I hope they come to their senses and stop doing such foolish things. There’s an old saying: Those who plan harm often fall victim to it themselves and meet a bad end. As for me, I don’t want to die so soon. My grandfather and I lived in the Northwest for twenty years, akin to exile. I’ve only just returned to Yanjing and haven’t enjoyed enough of a happy life, nor started a family—I certainly don’t want to die.”

Chen Xiaoyi glared at Luo Ziling for a long time before softly saying, “So, you killed my brother, erased Yang Yunzhong’s life, and made people believe they killed each other?”

Luo Ziling faced Chen Xiaoyi without avoidance, “The police will conclude their investigations on these two cases, and I believe they’ll uncover the truth.”

Chen Xiaoyi also didn’t avert her gaze, stubbornly maintaining eye contact with Luo Ziling, trying to overpower him.

But Luo Ziling did not let her succeed, meeting her look without a hint of unease, until eventually, it was Chen Xiaoyi who couldn’t bear it and lowered her eyes.

“I’ve decided to settle abroad,” after a moment, Chen Xiaoyi said softly, “I’ve applied to the station to live in Europe long-term, for at least five years. Maybe I won’t return, and I’ll find someone to marry there.”

Hearing Chen Xiaoyi’s nonchalant remark, Luo Ziling was suddenly a bit angry, looking at her without kindness.

This woman, with whom he had shared an intimate night, explicitly telling him she intended to marry someone else, naturally felt uncomfortable.

But he couldn’t feel anger, nor could he blame her.

Perhaps he could only wish her well, though words of blessing failed him.

Seeing Luo Ziling not responding, Chen Xiaoyi was also irritated, glaring at him before focusing on her meal.

The food was quite spicy, but Chen Xiaoyi seemed to enjoy spicy dishes, as she kept eating without speaking.

Luo Ziling, however, wasn’t in the mood to eat. Initially, he thought he had a lot to say to Chen Xiaoyi and had promised Ling Ruonan he would comfort her. But now, he didn’t know how.

“Where are you going later?” Luo Ziling eventually asked a rather pointless question.

“Are you trying to take me to a hotel for a breakup fling?” Chen Xiaoyi teased, looking at Luo Ziling, “If that’s what you want, I’ll comply.”

“I have other commitments this afternoon—need to treat someone—I’ve arranged to be there by one,” Luo Ziling checked the time; it was already ten past twelve, “After lunch, I’ll leave. You can head back to rest. When you return to Europe, let me know, and I’ll see you off if it’s convenient.”

Surprised by Luo Ziling’s words, Chen Xiaoyi was left staring in shock.

Then she heavily slammed the table, angrily shouting, “Luo Ziling, what do you take me for? Am I so insignificant to you? You should know, the one who died was my own brother. Did you even consider me before you decided to act?”

“If he had been a bit more ruthless, I would have died many times over,” Luo Ziling retorted coldly, but as he met Chen Xiaoyi’s tear-filled eyes, his tone softened, “Sorry, I don’t want to argue with you, nor make you angry, and I certainly don’t want to be angry with you.”

“Do you think me despicable?”

“I’ve never thought that!”

“My own brother was killed because of you, yet I’m still around you, and even initiated an intimate relationship. Can anyone be more despicable than me?” Chen Xiaoyi said, suddenly losing control and covering her face as she burst into tears.

Unprepared for Chen Xiaoyi’s emotional breakdown, Luo Ziling was at a loss.

Ultimately, he stood up, walked over to Chen Xiaoyi, and placed his arm around her shoulders.

Chen Xiaoyi resisted Luo Ziling fervently, but he didn’t let go.

After tussling for a while, Chen Xiaoyi finally succumbed to despair, collapsing into Luo Ziling’s embrace and continuing to sob uncontrollably.

Luo Ziling said nothing, merely holding her shoulder, allowing her to cry to her heart’s content.

After sobbing for over ten minutes, Chen Xiaoyi finally ceased her crying.

Once she stopped, she looked up at Luo Ziling with her tear-streaked face.

“I can’t forgive you, nor do I have the right to hate you, so I’ll just forget you,” Chen Xiaoyi said, biting her lip, “Once Chen Jiahai’s memorial is over, I’m leaving Yanjing for Europe, to live alone there. Don’t look for me, don’t contact me, I don’t want you in my life anymore.”

After staring at Chen Xiaoyi for a moment, Luo Ziling finally nodded reluctantly in response to her resolute gaze.

Seeing Luo Ziling actually nod, disappointment and then despair flickered across Chen Xiaoyi’s eyes before she forced a rueful smile, “Good. Our breakup meal is over; you can go. I want to sit alone for a while. Leave now, don’t let me see you again, or I’ll call the police.”

Surprised by Chen Xiaoyi’s sudden outburst, Luo Ziling was somewhat at a loss.

“Get out, I never want to see you again, leave!” Chen Xiaoyi picked up a cup as if to hurl it at Luo Ziling.

“Alright, I’ll go,” Luo Ziling said awkwardly, rising to his feet amidst Chen Xiaoyi’s roar, and helplessly exited the private room.

Inside the room, Chen Xiaoyi burst into tears again, unable to stop.