A fashion queen

"How, how is this possible? You're lying to me!" Song Yuhang hadn't expected Cui Xueying to come looking for him. His cheerful mood had him completely bristling with goosebumps. Hearing her claim she was a spirit from another world, he was utterly shocked. She had to be lying. How could this be possible? To get him to give up on her, she'd even resorted to making up lies about ghosts and gods. This was real life, how could this be possible? Humph, this was she? It was she? It was she?

"You don't believe it? But it is true. Can't you use your brain to think about it? Am I the same Xueying you knew before?" Cui Xueying tried her best to persuade him, hoping that he could give up on herself completely and stop being so obsessed, otherwise it would hurt more people.

After hearing this, Song Yuhang calmed down a bit. He carefully thought about Cui Xueying's recent changes. It was indeed a little unusual, but that didn't mean he was so easily deceived. He asked the question in his mind: "Huh, if everything you said is true, then where is my Xueying? Give her back to me."

Cui Xueying frowned and said in a firm tone: "I didn't lie to you! Every word I said is true, not a single lie." She stared at Song Yuhang, her eyes revealing sincerity and determination.

"Hmph, excuses, fuck that bullshit excuse. You want me to give up on you? I can't do that in this lifetime. You can only be my, Song Yuhang's, wife. That Mo Yunting is nothing? Bah..." Song Yuhang roared, his voice full of anger and disappointment. He clenched his fists tightly, as if ready to vent his anger on Cui Xueying at any time.

"I didn't lie to you! Everything I said is true!" Cui Xueying's face was calm, her voice was low, and a hint of helplessness and pain flashed in her eyes. She knew very well that Song Yuhang would not believe her easily, but she still insisted on what she said.

"Hmph, you are such a cunning woman! If you want me to withdraw from you and Mo Yunting forever, there is no need to tell such a lie." Song Yuhang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

So, he took slow, heavy steps, as if each step was loaded with endless thoughts. Finally, he walked in front of Cui Xueying, his eyes revealing a hint of complex emotions. He raised his hand, trying to touch her beautiful face, the face he had always longed to be close to.

However, Cui Xueying cleverly avoided his touch, her movements light and agile, as if she had anticipated his move. Her eyes flashed a trace of vigilance and indifference, forming a sharp contrast with his enthusiasm.

"Don't forget, it was you who looked for me today..." Song Yuhang's voice was cold and firm, breaking the silent atmosphere. This sentence was like a sharp sword, and it also hurt Cui Xueying's heart. He knew that once he said such a purposeful word, she would stay away from him even more, but he just couldn't control himself.

When she dodged his touch, he was stunned, his hand hanging in the air, not knowing what to do. He silently put down his hand, his eyes full of helplessness and sadness.

"Yuhang, don't be like this. I still like the way you were before. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this now! I'm really sorry." Cui Xueying turned her face away expressionlessly, not looking at the man in front of her. She knew that Song Yuhang was very emotionally unstable right now.

Song Yuhang grabbed Cui Xueying's shoulders and shook her vigorously, "Why? Why? Why do you treat me like this? I was the one who knew you first! Why can't you just look at me more? How am I inferior to Mo Yunting!!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please forget me, so you don't have to be so sad." Cui Xueying burst into tears. She couldn't explain what was happening now, so she could only apologize desperately.

Just then, Song Yuhang's cell phone rang. It was his secretary calling. He let go of Cui Xueying and answered the phone.

"Chairman, something bad has happened! The company's stock price has plummeted, and partners are withdrawing their investments..." the secretary reported anxiously.

Song Yuhang's face turned pale, his career encountered an unprecedented crisis.

"This must be Mo Yunting's doing!" he said gritting his teeth.