Wen Niannan licked the corner of his mouth, and the taste of blood suddenly spread out, “Ouch, it hurts. You are ever so violent.”

“That picture is taken when I went to Tang Shuo’s studio to play piano, and you know about it. I went there so that I can write a piece for your birthday, and guess what happened? You broke my mother’s piano, and Shen Luoan stole my work. Now, what do you want to do?”

Wen Niannan took a self-deprecating step, raised his hand to stroke the place where he was hit, and dropped his head in despair.

Who took the photo? Who else could it be…

Gu Yansheng stepped forward and squeezed Wen Niannan’s chin, forcing him to look up, “You think you can just make a story up and I’ll believe you? The evidence is clear and accurate. You truly disgust me.”

Gu Yansheng suddenly lowered his head and approached Wen Niannan, “Tell me the truth. You slept with him already, haven’t you? How was it?”

“What… what are you talking about?”

Wen Niannan looked at him in astonishment. Unable to believe that the person he loved for so many years said such words to him.

Suddenly he struggled fiercely, and screamed in a gloomy voice, “Is that what you think of me? Why can’t you believe anything I tell you? Shen Luoan is the thief that stole my works. My music. He stole it not only once but twice!… Ouch!…”

Gu Yansheng suddenly moved his hand to Wen Niannan’s neck and pinched on it hard.

“One more word and I’ll kill you!”

“Heh, you felt sorry for Shen Luoan but not me? You don’t know how much he stole from me. He took all my credit.”

“Shut up!”

Gu Yansheng tightened his hand, and Wen Niannan suddenly felt difficult to breathe. Seeing his painful appearance, Gu Yansheng only felt that he deserved it.

“Uncle Xu! Go to my study room and get the bag on the table.”

“Sir, please let go. You are actually going to hurt him!” Uncle Xu was worried, but he didn’t know what he could do.

“Hurry up!”

After a while, Uncle Xu came down with a bag in his hand. Gu Yansheng ordered him to open the bag and put it on the table.

Wen Niannan looked at the documents piled on the table. The bold words marked on the title stung his eyes.

Gu Yansheng suddenly dragged him to the table and pressed him down.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!”

Gu Yansheng said coldly, “Sign it!”

“No way! Not even if I die! Never will I let that bitch Shen Luoan succeed in his marvelous plot!”

“I said, don’t let me hear you slander Luoan again.”

Gu Yansheng pulled Wen Niannan’s hair abruptly. From instinct, Wen Niannan started slapping his arm.

With a muffled sound, when Wen Niannan opened his eyes, he felt a flow of warmth from the corner of his eyes.

Is it tears? He reached for his face and saw a handful of blood.

Ah… it’s bleeding again… why doesn’t it hurt…

The scar on his eyebrows cracked again, and blood started rushing out from the wound.

“Sign the paper and apologize for your mistakes!”

Wen Niannan suddenly laughed when he heard it, and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him. “Why should I apologize? I won’t sign it.”

The expression on Gu Yansheng’s face was twisted. He once again squeezed on Wen Niannan’s neck.

Wen Niannan struggled with an expression of pain, but still stubbornly said, “Gu Yansheng… If you have the guts, kill me right now. I’ll never apologize!”

Translated by: Summit

Edited by: UnderTheMoon