Chapter 216 An Ya Slapped Li Ziheng
"Why did you lie to me?"
In the chat box, An Ya sent a message full of questioning.
Li Ziheng subconsciously thought that An Ya was talking about the matter between him and Song Yiyi.
So, he immediately typed a reply.
But after typing for a long time, he deleted it all in the end.
He didn't know how to answer An Ya's question.
After going back and forth for over ten minutes, he still didn't know how to reply.
At the same time, downstairs at the hotel where Li Ziheng was staying.
Inside a red Ferrari sports car, An Ya stared blankly at the chat box with Li Ziheng.
Watching the "typing" prompt that kept appearing, she felt her heart twist like a knife.
"You jerk!"
An Ya was angry. After sending another message, she decisively started the car and returned to the villa.
Back at the villa, she immediately saw the large table full of sumptuous dishes.
Thinking that Li Ziheng had injured his hand yet still specially cooked such a big table of food for her, the anger in her heart immediately subsided quite a bit.
But when she thought of the scene she had just seen, she felt incredibly sad and angry again.
Returning to her room, An Ya lay on the bed and cried softly.
Just then, Li Ziheng's message came through.
"I'm sorry!"
It took nearly twenty minutes for Li Ziheng to send just these three words.
An Ya felt extremely wronged.
She immediately edited a message and sent it again.
"Is an 'I'm sorry' enough? I'll give you ten minutes. Now, immediately, right now, come back to me!"
After sending it, she felt a bit regretful again.
Just as she wanted to recall the message, Li Ziheng had already replied with the word "Okay."
"Jerk, big jerk!"
An Ya clenched her pink fists and punched the pillow hard to vent the anger in her heart.
...
An Ya said ten minutes, but Li Ziheng rushed back in only seven.
After returning to the villa, he went straight to An Ya's room on the second floor.
But the door was locked from the inside.
Li Ziheng knocked on the door and shouted, his voice almost pleading, "Little Ya, I'm back!"
"Why did you come back? Get lost!"
A nearly hoarse voice came from the room.
Li Ziheng asked, "Didn't you ask me to come back?"
"I did ask you to come back, but now I'm telling you to get lost. So get lost! Get lost far away, and never come back."
"Okay, I'm getting lost then!"
Li Ziheng replied, then turned around and walked downstairs.
Two minutes later, An Ya opened the door, feeling both angry and sad.
She thought Li Ziheng had really left.
But as soon as she opened the door, Li Ziheng, who should have been gone, suddenly rushed in and hugged her tightly.
"Jerk, didn't I tell you to get lost? Why are you still here?"
An Ya resisted violently, trying to push Li Ziheng away.
But Li Ziheng held onto her tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much she pushed him.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, but I really don't want to be apart from you!"
Li Ziheng pleaded, "Little Ya, can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you? Why should I forgive you?"
An Ya cried from anger. She raised her head, stared at Li Ziheng in despair, and said with a choked voice, "It's one thing that you were with Yiyi behind my back, but why did you go find another woman?"
"Another woman?"
Li Ziheng looked puzzled.
An Ya glared at Li Ziheng, her eyes filled with sad tears. "Stop pretending. I saw with my own eyes just now that you entered the hotel with another woman!"
Hearing this, Li Ziheng immediately explained, "You misunderstood. That was Zhao Wenna, a psychiatrist introduced by Sister Xu. She just got off the plane, and I was just sending her to the hotel to check in!"
"Really? You're not lying to me?"
An Ya was a bit skeptical.
Li Ziheng kept nodding. "Really, really. I swear, if I lied to you, may I die a horrible death!"
An Ya asked with red eyes, "Then what about you and Yiyi? Is that a misunderstanding too?"
"Yiyi and I..."
Li Ziheng was tongue-tied.
Even though two days had passed, Li Ziheng still didn't know how to explain his relationship with Song Yiyi to An Ya.
"Let go of me!"
An Ya was in pain. She tried to push Li Ziheng away again.
Li Ziheng gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let go. I won't let go even if I die!"
An Ya sighed, wiped her tears, and said sadly, "Running away won't solve the problem. Let go of me, and let's have a proper talk!"
"..."
Li Ziheng fell silent.
What was meant to come would eventually come. Just as An Ya said, running away wouldn't solve the problem.
He let go of An Ya, and the two of them sat down by the bed.
An Ya gazed into Li Ziheng's eyes and asked with a serious expression, "Between me and Yiyi, who do you actually like? Who do you want to be with?"
"I like both of you!"
Li Ziheng lowered his head in shame, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Like both?"
An Ya frowned, and a look of grievance welled up in her eyes.
"Then if it's just me and Yiyi, the two of us, and you can only choose one, who do you choose?"
"Can I not choose?"
Li Ziheng raised his head and stole a glance at An Ya.
An Ya lightly bit her red lips. Tears swirled in her eyes, and her expression was filled with extreme grievance.
"Either be with her, or be with me. Between the two of us, you can only choose one!"
Li Ziheng gritted his teeth and said, "I can't choose. I like you, and I like Yiyi. I can't accept losing either of you."
"You jerk!"
Li Ziheng's answer was not what An Ya wanted to hear.
In a fit of anger, she raised her hand and slapped Li Ziheng across the face.
"Smack—"
A crisp slap sounded in the room.
Li Ziheng didn't react. He just lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing the handprint gradually appearing on Li Ziheng's face, An Ya was very angry, but also a bit regretful.
"Why didn't you dodge?"
"This slap is what I deserve. If you are angry, you can keep hitting me. As long as you don't leave me, even if you beat me to death, I'll accept it."
"Don't think that I will soften my heart and forgive you just because you say that."
"Then what will it take for you to forgive me?"
"Leave Song Yiyi and be with only me, then I will forgive you."
"No, I want both of you!"
Li Ziheng raised his head and looked at An Ya with determined eyes.
An Ya was angered by Li Ziheng's shameless words.
Wanting both—how could a person be so selfish?
She said angrily, "No, you can only choose one! Either choose her, or choose me. There is no third option..."
But before she could finish speaking, Li Ziheng suddenly pounced on her and pinned her onto the bed.
An Ya said angrily, "What are you doing? Mmph—"
Li Ziheng didn't give An Ya a chance to speak. He forced a kiss directly on her lips.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had gone by.
After a bout of crazy passion, An Ya's body went soft, and she lay weakly on Li Ziheng's chest.
She scolded him with a soft and weak voice, "Li Ziheng, you are such a jerk!"
Li Ziheng hugged An Ya's slender waist tightly and said shamelessly, "Yes, I am a jerk. So, don't try to reason with a jerk like me. Since you provoked me, don't think about leaving me!"
"Rascal!"
"Yes, I am a rascal."
"You..."
Li Ziheng's shameless behavior left An Ya completely helpless.
She lay on Li Ziheng's chest, her heart feeling complex and bitter.
In the past two days, she had thought about breaking up with Li Ziheng, but she couldn't harden her heart, nor could she bring herself to do it.
She liked Li Ziheng too much.
She had liked him since childhood, all the way until now. It could be said that Li Ziheng was the White Moonlight she had secretly loved in her heart.
She couldn't give up on a man she had secretly loved for so many years.
But the existence of Song Yiyi hurt her deeply.
She was lost.
She didn't know what she should do.
Amidst these complex emotions, she fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
An Ya was still sound asleep, but after Li Ziheng woke up, he tormented her fiercely once again.
He tormented her until she cried and begged for mercy, only then did Li Ziheng stop.