Chapter 5

Chapter 5

During the time I was dating Alex Liu, I had always presented myself as an ordinary person. I had planned to surprise him with my true identity someday, but fate had other plans.

So even though the breakup had been embarrassing, I had never thought about using my money or power to get revenge on him. After all, I had been in the wrong first.

I didn't quite agree with Dylan Ye's approach. Why go to the trouble of humiliating Alex Liu in the same way he had humiliated me?

I found a time to meet up with Dylan Ye at a newly opened café.

Only when I arrived did I realize it was a couple-themed café.

No wonder Dylan Ye had clearly smiled when he heard the name of the place.

Since I was already here, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

After ordering two cups of coffee, I got straight to the point, "I don't think we're a good match. Let's pretend that awkward incident last time never happened. It would be nice to be friends."

"Friends?" Dylan Ye took a sip of his coffee, the smile on his face fading slightly, "I didn't go to all the trouble of coming back to China just to be friends with you."

The coffee tasted bitter, and the conversation wasn't going well. But I still needed to find a way to say what I had to say.

I casually brought up the matter of Alex Liu and that fake rich woman. Dylan Ye's expression softened a little, and he gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

"You think I had something to do with that?"

I neither admitted nor denied it.

Realizing what was bothering me, Dylan Ye smiled and said, "What kind of person do you take me for?"

Dylan Ye had nothing to do with Alex Liu's situation. It was just a case of two people with similar rotten personalities being drawn to each other.

Somehow, I felt a sense of relief upon hearing the truth. It was really strange.

After we finished our coffee, Dylan Ye took my hand. His grip was gentle yet firm, and I could feel my ears growing warm, so I didn't pull away.

"Now that we've gotten that little misunderstanding out of the way, let's go home," he said, glancing at me and deliberately calling me in a tender voice, "Wife."

I was so embarrassed that my ears turned bright red. I retorted defiantly, "Who's your wife? I never agreed to that."

"You did agree. You agreed a long time ago," Dylan Ye said, and without another word, he pulled me along as he walked out.

The warmth from his palm spread to the small area of my chest. I couldn't help but think: Was he always this thick-skinned? Whatever happened to the modest gentleman I thought he was?