Zheng Jiwang was dressed in a dark suit as usual, which made him look exceptionally tall and long-legged.

We sat at opposite ends of the sofa, wishing to be miles away from each other.

At this point, I still held onto a glimmer of hope that he came to apologize.

Instead, he coldly said, "The police said you have calmed down. Zhou Yang, can we talk calmly now?"

I suddenly felt that this man in front of me was very unfamiliar. I pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What else is there to talk about?"

"I said no matter what happened between us before, it will remain the same after the engagement. It won't affect our relationship, and Miss Gu won't come looking for you."

I almost burst out laughing, "Zheng Jiwang, when you pursued me, I mentioned the difference in our family backgrounds, and you promised that no one would disturb me. But ever since we started dating, Zhao Yue has been bothering me constantly. Now you even have a real fiancée, and I can't keep up with your empty promises."

"You used to say that Zhao Yue's family is not pleasant to offend and asked me to endure her. Today, you are telling me to endure your fiancée. Then, am I supposed to endure your wife afterwards?"

"Zheng Jiwang, let's break up."

Those words felt like an invisible hand that slapped him in the face, and he became angry and ashamed, "Another breakup? Can't you stop doing this every day? Just because I love you."

I picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it directly at him, "Is today the first time you met me? I've always been like this. It's just that you have changed and don't want to tolerate it anymore!"

He took a deep breath, "Do you have the face to break up? Everything you eat, wear, use, and live in is provided by me. You are just an internet celebrity. Where do you have the confidence to break up with me?"

It wasn't until this moment that I truly gave up on this man I had been in a relationship with for six years.

Naively, I thought what existed between us was love. But in his eyes, I was still the intruder who entered the theme park without buying a ticket, relying on others' generosity and soft-heartedness to obtain things that didn't belong to me.

Too many tears have been shed today, and my eyes are dry. Fortunately, I cried all my tears before, so I wouldn't lose that last bit of dignity.

"After I graduated, I had a job, but you said you didn't want me to be too tired and asked me to quit and do something less demanding. Later, I became popular by making videos. Since you think I'm so inferior, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you let me act like a fool and sing a monologue?"

We tore each other apart, and hurtful words poured out of his mouth, "If it weren't for me spending money to promote your videos, how could they have become popular? Besides relying on me, what ability do you have? Zhou Yang, you should have some self-awareness."

I didn't argue with him anymore. After all, explaining to him how I diligently came up with ideas, made proposals, and edited videos every day would be pointless. He would never listen and would only attribute everything to himself.

I turned to the bedroom to gather my documents and grabbed my laptop.

As I was preparing to leave, he seemed somewhat regretful and stopped me at the door, "I didn't mean to look down on you with my previous words. I just wanted things to remain the same."

How interesting, he wrapped up that little bit of affection in heavy arrogance.

Never before had I despised this man so much, "If you can cleanly and decisively break up with me, I will have a higher opinion of you. Are you asking me to be your mistress? Zheng Jiwang, why is your ego so big? Didn't you get the memo about the founding of the People's Republic of China? Are you still thinking about having concubines? We have already broken up! Die!"

After saying that, I exerted all my strength and kicked him where it hurts the most.

With this kick, his imposing demeanor instantly vanished. His previously straightened back curled up like a shrimp. Perhaps with the last bit of strength remaining, he angrily shouted, "Zhou Yang! Have you gone mad?"

I couldn't help but feel delighted. We are all human beings, and a slap will hurt, and being scolded will anger us. Why pretend like we're superior high-class individuals?

Seizing the opportunity while he was hunched over in pain and unable to fight back, I thought, why not run now?