Jiang Yan's strength gradually increased in his hand, and a strong sense of hostility appeared on his handsome face.

Soon, I couldn't breathe properly and kept coughing.

I struggled to reach out and desperately pulled his fingers, squeezing out a few words from between my teeth:

"Jiang Yan, please let go, I can't breathe anymore..."

But Jiang Yan just laughed even more wildly.

He used his other hand to pinch my cheeks tightly, his nails deeply embedded in my flesh.

He looked down at me from a higher position and chuckled:

"Su Yun, what are you? "

"Do you think you're worthy of marrying me?"

Jiang Yan's voice echoed loudly in the hall.

It pierced into my heart like steel needles.

At that moment, my world collapsed in an instant.

My tears couldn't stop falling.

One by one, they dropped onto his hand.

Seeing me crying, Jiang Yan's expression softened slightly.

He let go of my hand and gently wiped my tears, sucking them delicately into his mouth.

As my tears continued to flow, his expression became even more tender.

His loss of control frightened me, and I leaned back on my hands, trying to evade.

He frowned discontentedly, grabbed my hair, and asked ominously:

"Su Yun, what are you hiding from?"

Witnessing this scene, Mr. Zhou, who was closest to us, quickly stepped forward and protected me.

Mr. Zhou angrily reproached Jiang Yan: "Jiang Yan, it's one thing if you don't agree to Su Yun's proposal, but why did you resort to violence?"

"Can you still be considered a man if you hit a woman? You've disappointed your teacher!"

Jiang Yan glanced at him displeasedly and sneered:

"And who do you think you are?"

Mr. Zhou became red-faced with anger and said urgently, "Jiang Yan, I am a teacher at Chenghua College, and I have a responsibility to discipline you!"

Jiang Yan casually nodded, "Oh, from now on, you're not anymore."

Chenghua College was invested in by the Jiang family, and Jiang Yan was the only son of the Jiang family.

His words were like a judgment, slamming into Mr. Zhou's face.

Mr. Zhou turned pale and couldn't utter a word.

Seeing this, I hurriedly begged Jiang Yan:

"Mr. Zhou is innocent. Let's resolve our conflict ourselves, please don't involve others, okay?"

He looked at me mockingly and said lightly, "Su Yun, beg me while crying."

A strong sense of shame surged through me.

But when I saw Mr. Zhou's pale face, I finally gave in.

I spoke with a sobbing voice, choking, "Jiang Yan, please, spare Mr. Zhou, okay?"

As he looked at my submissive appearance, he suddenly burst into laughter, petting my head like he was stroking a puppy.

"Indeed, my Su Yun darling, so obedient."

Then his tone changed, "However, you're still not worthy to be my Jiang Yan's wife."

My lips had long lost their color, and I spoke in a miserable tone, "I understand."

This long-prepared proposal today.

Ended in absurdity and failure.

In the end, it's because I'm not worthy.