"..." Song Yinyin couldn't speak, her throat felt as if something was stuck.
Yan Kejun leaned against the stone wall nearby, as if greatly shocked, almost unable to stand.
Suddenly, he punched the wall beside him.
Instantly, the skin on his knuckles split open, blood flowing profusely.
Song Yinyin was startled, grabbed his wrist, and cried, "Kejun, don't do this, listen to me... I was framed, last night I..."
"No explanations!" Yan Kejun said with a livid face, the blood from the back of his hand still dripping.
He forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and accused:
"Last night, you sent me a message saying you prepared a birthday gift for me, I waited happily for most of the night, but there was no news from you... I called you, but you didn't answer... I thought something came up for you..."
Song Yinyin was stunned. She indeed wanted to prepare a birthday gift for Yan Kejun, but she had not sent any messages.
She suddenly thought of something.
Took out her phone and looked, clicked on the sent messages section, and there it was—the message she supposedly sent—
[Dear Kejun, I've prepared a surprise as your birthday gift. I love you, wait for me.]
Song Yinyin's heart jolted, looking closely again, she saw the time was last night at midnight.
At that time, she had already met Song Anqi and had been drugged by her!
This message must have been sent by Song Anqi, it must be!
"No! It's not true, Kejun, it's all wrong, I didn't send that... It was Angie! It was her, she used my phone to send you that message!"
Song Yinyin held onto Yan Kejun's arm, trying to explain.
"Who's lying? The phone is in your hand, how could Angie possibly use your phone to text me in the middle of the night? You have no evidence to prove Angie framed you, but you, how do you explain these marks on your body?!"
Yan Kejun, furious, pushed her hard, causing her to fall to the ground.
Angie?
Ha, what a familiar nickname.
He had only known Song Anqi for three months, but was willing to believe Song Anqi's words rather than hers, whom he had grown up with?
Song Yinyin took a deep breath, looked up, and said, "Kejun, let's go find Song Anqi, I'll confront her!"
"Confront? How will you confront Angie? She went to Germany to participate in the 6th Mendelssohn Piano Competition, she doesn't have time to confront you?"
Hearing this, Song Yinyin's heart skipped a beat.
What, Mendelssohn Piano Competition?
Wasn't that spot supposed to be hers? How could Song Anqi...
Before she could think further, Yan Kejun said darkly, "Song Yinyin, let me ask you, I called you so many times, why didn't you answer? Who were you with at that time? Tell me!"
The phone screen indeed showed more than forty missed calls, all from Yan Kejun.
But then she didn't hear the phone vibrate, she was in so much pain last night, she had passed out...
Yan Kejun's voice was hoarse and trembling, his eyes frighteningly bloodshot.
"Someone said they saw you enter a hotel with a man... I didn't believe it, but seeing you like this, how can I not believe... tell me, Song Yinyin, tell me, who were you with last night?!"
He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her frantically, as if trying to prove something.
Song Yinyin's breath caught.
She held onto his wrist, pleading, "Kejun, believe me, it's Angie, she really framed me, she just wants us to break up..."
Yan Kejun shook his head, his eyes turning cold.
He hardened his face and coldly delivered her a bombshell: "Song Yinyin, let's end this."
She panicked: "No... don't! Kejun, listen to my explanation!"
"You know I've always had a cleanliness obsession, I don't like unclean things. So, let's break up, from now on, we cut all ties!" At the thought of her body no longer being pure, and the scene of some man holding her lovingly last night, Yan Kejun was consumed with rage, just imagining that scene made him feel nauseated.
He mercilessly turned his face away, forcibly prying her fingers open, turning his head and never looking at her again.
Coldly saying: "I'll inform my uncle and your mother to cancel the engagement, goodbye!"
Goodbye, which meant never seeing each other again.
These two words seemed like a hammer, heavily pounding on her chest, Song Yinyin's legs gave way and she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
Despite the scorching summer weather, she felt as if she were in midwinter, with a gust of cold wind howling through, penetrating her body, causing her uncontrollable shivering.
By the time she regained her senses, Yan Kejun's figure was nowhere to be seen.