He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Pei Jinnian laughed out loud, almost hysterically, his laughter filled with self-mockery: "Disgusting?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched her cheek again, unconsciously increasing the force in his hand as if he wanted to crush her.

Song Zhitong's brows furrowed involuntarily. She tried to break free from Pei Jinnian's grip, but Pei Jinnian wouldn't let go.

This madman.

Song Zhi raised her foot and stomped hard on Pei Jinnian's instep.

Pei Jinnian released her in pain and took a step back.

“Song Zhi, if you have too many thorns, you won’t be cute at all.”

Faced with such a madman, Song Zhi couldn't help but swear: "Go to hell, Pei Jinnian, I don't like you at all, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Jinnian suddenly roared, "Shut up! Shut the hell up!"

As he spoke, he angrily kicked the shoe cabinet next to him.

There was a loud bang.

The vase on the shoe cabinet also fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Song Zhi flinched in fright, but quickly calmed down.

She looked up and quietly gazed at the furious man before her.

Suddenly, she understood.

She didn't want to be controlled by Pei's mother anymore, caught between the mother and son.

As for her father, she worked hard to earn money, and if all else failed, she would go home and ask her mother for help; there was always a way.

This thought further solidified Song Zhi's resolve to completely break with Pei Jinnian.

She let out a heavy sigh: "Pei Jinnian, it's completely over between us."

Pei Jinnian's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion, as he glared at Song Zhi: "I disagree, I didn't agree." He roared the last sentence, as if to shout out all the resentment and anger in his heart.

Song Zhi simply said, "I don't need your permission."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pei Jinnian suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's shoulder, "Take it back, take back what you just said."

Song Zhi stood there blankly, like a wooden statue, letting him rage and become agitated.

Pei Jinnian felt his frustration growing like a snowball as he saw Song Zhi's continued indifference.

He was as agitated as an ant on a hot pan, pulling at his hair, but this seemed to do little to alleviate the surging anxiety and unease in his heart.

Like a mad beast, he reached out and began smashing things, from small items like vases, calligraphy, paintings, and ornaments that Song Zhi had carefully selected, to large items like televisions, tables, and chairs—nothing was spared.

In an instant, the entire living room seemed to have experienced a terrible disaster, leaving it in complete disarray.

Song Zhi stood quietly in the entrance hall, like an observer, watching Pei Jinnian vent his anger like a madman.

Once there was nothing left to smash in the living room, Song Zhi finally spoke: "Pei Jinnian, can you open the door now?"

Pei Jinnian glanced sideways at Song Zhi, his eyes already bloodshot, like drops of fresh blood about to drip.

He stepped forward like a ghost, grabbed Song Zhi's arm, pinned her against the door, and spat out two words through gritted teeth.

"Don't think about it!"

Song Zhi was gripped tightly by him, and a sharp pain shot through the bones of her wrist. She lost her grip on the wallet, which fell to the ground and hit Pei Jinnian's instep.

Pei Jinnian looked down at the wallet on the ground, then bent down to pick it up.

He took two steps back, opened his wallet, and took out all the documents inside.

At this moment, Pei Jinnian was obsessed with the idea that as long as Song Zhi had these documents in his hands, she would never be able to leave him in this lifetime.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

"Give me your wallet." She reached out and tried to grab it.

Pei Jinnian raised his hand, holding the wallet high, staring straight at Song Zhi with a scrutinizing look in his eyes: "Zhizhi, it's just a wallet, why are you so concerned about it?"

Song Zhi tried her best to control her emotions: "Give it to me, Pei Jinnian, give me the wallet."

The words had barely left his mouth when a photo slipped out of his wallet.

Song Zhi's heart was in her throat.

She instinctively reached out to catch it, but failed, and the photo fluttered to the ground.

Song Zhi bent down to pick it up, but the next moment, Pei Jinnian raised his foot and stomped on it without any mercy.

"So this is what you're concerned about? Who exactly is on top of that?"

Clearly, Pei Jinnian did not see the person in the photo.

Song Zhi swallowed hard, trying her best to keep her voice calm: "Nobody's here. If you want this wallet, here you go. Open the door, I want to go back."

Pei Jinnian chuckled softly, "Zhizhi, I know you too well."

The more important something is to her, the calmer Song Zhi appears.

The next second, he bent down and picked up the photo from under his feet.

He glanced quickly at the words on the back of the photo and whispered, "Zhizhi, my dearest brother, this is the 103rd day I've wanted to marry you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～"

Pei Jinnian flipped the photo over, and saw a boy standing under a golden ginkgo tree, smiling brightly at the camera.

If he remembered correctly, this was the ginkgo grove at the school.

"Who is this?"

Pei Jinnian's lips trembled slightly as he gripped the photograph tightly in his hand.

Song Zhi froze instantly, like a statue, her mind going completely blank.

She never expected things to develop to this point. She originally thought that even if she and Pei Jinnian parted ways in the future, it wouldn't end up in such an embarrassing situation.

At least we could have parted amicably. But now, it seems everything is beyond repair.

The next second, Pei Jinnian suddenly roared like an enraged lion, "Song Zhi, I'm asking you the hell, who exactly is this man?"

As if electrocuted, Song Zhiru reached out and snatched the photo, tightly hiding it in her pocket.

"Pei Jinnian, I'm sorry about what happened before. Let's call it even."

Pei Jinnian trembled with anger, but finally let out a low, bitter laugh.

"Song Zhi, don't fucking tell me you've been using me as a stand-in."

Song Zhi remained silent.

Pei Jinnian roared again, "Speak up! I'm telling you to speak, are you deaf?"

Song Zhi flinched in fright.

He cursed under his breath.

What's wrong with this madman?

Suddenly, a thunderous knocking sound came from outside the door.

As if seeing a lifeline, Song Zhi hurriedly shouted, "Someone's here! Open the door quickly!"

Pei Jinnian smiled sinisterly: "You think you can escape just because you opened the door? Song Zhi, tell me who this man is? I'll make sure he dies a horrible death."

Pei Jinnian's eyes were bloodshot, and as he spoke, his teeth were grinding together as if he wanted to devour Song Zhisheng alive.

Song Zhi then fully realized that the man in front of her had gone mad.

She pounded on the door desperately, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help me!"

As Song Zhi finished speaking, a familiar male voice came from the doorway.

"Jin Nian, open the door! What are you doing?"

Upon learning that the person outside the door was Han Yue, Song Zhi's heart sank to the bottom.

Han Yue is Pei Jinnian's good brother, so why would he help her?

Even Pei Jinnian thought so, so he opened the door, shielded Song Zhi behind him, and let Han Yue in.

Han Yue was stunned by the terrible state of the house as soon as he entered.

The entire living room looked as if it had been swept away by a storm; not a single part of it was intact.

He glanced at Song Zhi briefly before quickly looking away.

"What's wrong? What's gotten into you again?"