Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Jingyu's eyes were firm, and he didn't seem to be joking.

Seeing that Song Juyuan didn't say anything, she smiled and said, "What's the matter? Don't want to? Then forget it."

She shook off Song Juyuan's hand.

"Except this." Song Juyuan held her back.

"Besides this, you want money? You can use my card as much as you want, no limit!"

Song Juyuan gritted his teeth and whispered, "Houses, cars, gold, silver, jewelry, and brand-name bags, buy as many as you want, okay? If you want to start a business, that's fine. I'll make up for any losses you suffer, okay?"

"Come on!"

Jingyu rolled his eyes and struggled against the restraints.

"Song Juyuan, I think what you love most is not me, but power."

"The words 'I love you' are as valuable as a piece of candy."

"If you want to hear that I love you, I can say it a thousand times or ten thousand times."

"You said you loved me the most, and you said you were willing to do anything for me, so why can't you give me the Song Group as a gift?"

Song Juyuan's temples were throbbing.

"This is different. This is different! Kyōgyū."

"This isn't just playing house. Do you know how many people the Song Group has to support every year? Do you know how to manage the group? Do you understand how it operates internally?"

"If you want money, I can give it to you. If you want power, you can walk around City A as your wife, Song Juyuan."

Jingyu sneered: "You haven't even thought about giving it to me, so how do you know I can't do it?"

"Song Juyuan, from the moment you hesitated, I knew I would never be your first priority in your heart."

"Don't say this is all for me."

"It's for your own sake! I'm just your excuse! Song Juyuan, you've had enough of being manipulated by others, so you're using my name to attack your relatives."

"You said you loved me, that you would give me money, share your resources, and make concessions for me, but your love has a bottom line, and the inheritance rights of the Song Group are your bottom line."

No matter how powerful a man is, his tolerance and love for women when he is well-dressed requires the women to take off their clothes and accept them obediently in order for them to return the favor.

Energy is conserved.

To Jingyu, the statement that he was willing to do anything for someone was no different from fart.

Of course she believed that Song Juyuan loved her, and that Song Juyuan was even a thousand times better than many men in society.

But what Song Juyuan can give her, others can also give, and she can also give it to herself.

Song Juyuan is not irreplaceable.

Neither is his love.

...

Song Juyuan was angered by what Jingyu said, and his originally calm expression turned back to the gloomy one from last night.

"Besides me, do you think Liang Heyu would marry you? Madam Liang is not a pushover."

"Who else but me can tolerate your bad temper?"

"Except me! Who else can be unconditionally tolerant of you?"

Song Juyuan's eyes were red, like an evil ghost that wanted to eat people.

"I'm already the highest branch you can climb!"

"Climbing the ladder?"

As if she had heard the funniest joke, she looked up and their eyes met.

But there was madness in Song Juyuan's eyes, while Jingyu's gaze was calm.

"Song Juyuan, in my eyes, you are really not a high-ranking person."

It's just the right of inheritance. As long as Mr. Song is alive, his position will never be stable.

She brushed away Song Juyuan's hand, glanced at him indifferently for the last time, and walked away.

[Ding—The favorability of the mission target, Song Juyuan, has been detected to be fluctuating dramatically. The current favorability is 73%.]

Jingyu has already gotten into his car.

"Love value? I think it should be resentment value for him."

The feeling of love turning into hate is stronger than love itself.

-

Because of Song Juyuan's pestering, she was twenty minutes late for her 8 a.m. class.

She slipped in through the back door and found an empty seat to sit down.

Before I even opened the book, a new person suddenly appeared next to me.

She looked up and saw Yu Zhongyang, whom she hadn't seen for a few days.

He had a sullen look on his face and fire in his eyes.

"Is your phone broken?"

Jingyu was stunned for a moment: "No."

Yu Zhongyang said sarcastically: "It's not broken. I thought it was broken and you couldn't receive my message."

Jingyu chuckled, "Do I have to reply just because you send me a message?"

Yu Zhongyang was speechless, and his originally angry expression gradually turned into one of grievance.

Jingyu asked, "Why, are you here to ask me to take responsibility again?"

Yu Zhongyang originally wanted to find out why he provoked Liang Heyu after provoking him. He even stopped interning at Jincheng and came to attend Liang Heyu's lecture and got into Liang Heyu's car!

They didn't show up at school the whole weekend, who knows where they went.

The more Yu Zhongyang thought about it, the angrier he became.

I'm almost mad as a pufferfish.

Jingyu found his angry look particularly amusing. She nudged his leg with her leg and whispered softly, "Why is my young master angry again?"

Yu Zhongyang snorted coldly: "Now it's yours again?"

"Oh, why is our young master angry?"

Yu Zhongyang became even angrier.

Anyway, Jingyu will never agree with him and coax him!

Finally, he said slowly: "There is nothing between Jingxian and me. I don't like her now."

After saying that, he observed Jingyu's reaction with his peripheral vision.

Ask quickly!

Ask him who you like now!

Then he said he liked you!

In the end, Jingyu just nodded and didn't ask anything.

Depend on.

Yu Zhongyang was really angry this time.

The teacher on the stage was still playing a lullaby and reading a PPT. Yu Zhongyang wanted to jump up and pull Jingyu out to talk.

"Why don't you ask me who I like now?"

Yu Zhongyang was too lazy to pretend and turned to look at Jingyu.

Jingyu raised an eyebrow: "I'm not curious."

Yu Zhongyang: “…”

hateful!

Damn it!

He was so angry!

He never wanted to talk to Jingyu again.

Yu Zhongyang didn't say anything until the end of the get out of class. He hunched over in his seat angrily, blocking the view of most people.

There's no point in attending such a lecture, Jingyu is busy working on his own script.

As soon as the bell rang, the students got up and left. Jingyu also packed up and prepared to go back to the dormitory. When she turned around, she saw that Yu Zhongyang didn't seem to want to get up at all.

It was as if I was glued to my seat.

Jingyu said, "Get up, I want to go out."

Yu Zhongyang said lazily: "No, my feet hurt and I can't stand up."

Jingyu was speechless: "How childish! Get up quickly."

"It's just childish, what's wrong?" Yu Zhongyang refused to give in. He leaned back in his chair, looking at Jingyu with a pair of narrow and sharp eyes, his broad shoulders like half a wall.

Jingyu looked down at him condescendingly, and suddenly her eyes seemed to see something. She reached out and opened the collar of Yu Zhongyang's shirt, and sure enough, she saw the familiar collar inside.

Yu Zhongyang reacted immediately and pinched his collar tightly.

Jingyu said with a half-smile: "I thought so. Of course dogs don't understand human language. They have to obey orders."

Yu Zhongyang's eyes widened. "Who are you calling a dog?!"

Jingyu reached out and scratched his chin, narrowing his eyes and said, "Alright, little darling? Make way for the master."