Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

"Jinhe".

Zhou Yuanche almost instinctively stepped forward and blocked Pei Jinhe's path.

"Get out of the way." Pei Jinhe said expressionlessly, her voice as cold as ice.

Master said the chip was delivered yesterday.

Why is Zhou Yuanche still here today?

Seeing Pei Jinhe's indifferent expression, Zhou Yuanche felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Even when they first met, Pei Jinhe had never looked at him like that.

"Why did you break up with me? Did you do the thing about He Bing's personal disciple taking back the chip? Even if you're throwing a tantrum, you can't joke about the company's affairs. When did you become like this? Can't you be a little more sensible?"

As Zhou Yuanche finished speaking, his tone became impatient, and his face showed his frustration.

Pei Jinhe remained silent, looking at the person in front of her.

She knew that she was worlds apart from Zhou Yuanche, a rich young master.

She never dared to dream of marrying into a wealthy family.

She repeatedly refused Zhou Yuanche's persistent advances.

What truly moved her was not the luxury goods Zhou Yuanche gave her, but the breakfast he brought her in the dead of winter.

Winters in Kyoto are very cold.

Zhou Yuanche's face and nose were red from the cold, but the breakfast was still steaming in the thermos.

She was deeply moved at the time.

She genuinely believed that Zhou Yuanche loved her.

She had also secretly dreamed of their future, and when she learned that he wanted his mentor's technical support, she did not hesitate to give him the A chip for research and development free of charge.

Those moments that once moved her now seem laughable.

Young Master Zhou is very competitive and unwilling to admit defeat, so he put on a touching performance in front of her.

Ironically, she was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

She is incredibly stupid.

Pei Jinhe felt a chill in her heart; she didn't want to talk to him and walked past him.

"I'm talking to you," Zhou Yuanche stopped her again, his brows furrowed.

Pei Jinhe sneered, "Just because you talk to me doesn't mean I have to pay you any attention. Who do you think you are?"

"Jinhe." Zhou Yuanche didn't expect Pei Jinhe to avoid him like this.

Pei Jinhe looked directly into his eyes: "Zhou Yuanche, why did you get together with me? Was it because you like me, or because of how good you are to me? Is it all a gamble?"

Her voice was calm and without any inflection, but every word was as cold as if it had been quenched with ice.

Zhou Yuanche's expression changed drastically: "Jinhe, let me explain..."

Pei Jinhe interrupted him directly: "Explain what? Explain how you said sweet nothings to me while laughing at my wishful thinking behind my back? Or explain that you were just acting, and I was a fool who took everything seriously."

"Have you been especially proud of yourself during the past six months we've been together?"

With each word she spoke, Zhou Yuanche's expression grew more and more unpleasant, until finally, all the color drained from his face.

"What? You feel like you've been pursuing me for a year, and you haven't recouped your investment yet, so you feel like you're losing out by breaking up with me now, right?"

"Isn't it incredibly satisfying to be with me on one side and intimately with my adopted sister on the other?"

Every word Pei Jinhe uttered struck Zhou Yuanche like a boomerang.

Zhou Yuanche's mind exploded.

His worst fears came true.

Despite his repeated warnings, Pei Jinhe still found out about the bet. Not only did she know about the bet, she also knew what he said behind her back.

Zhou Yuanche's Adam's apple bobbed; he wanted to explain, but didn't know where to begin: "I didn't."

His voice lacked any confidence.

"No?" Pei Jinhe looked at him coldly. "The thing I mentioned is something you didn't do?"

Zhou Yuanche's throat seemed to be choked by something, and it took him a long time to let out a hoarse voice: "She kissed me. I pushed her away as soon as she touched me."

Pei Jinhe scoffed, "Are you dead? She kissed you, and you just sat there and let her kiss you?"

Zhou Yuanche frowned: "Who told you all this?"

He only let Ji Yuyan kiss him once. If no one had told Pei Jinhe, she wouldn't have known so clearly.

There was also a bet.

How did Pei Jinhe find out all this?

Pei Jinhe didn't intend to say more to him: "Someone sent me a video, otherwise I would still be in the dark about this."

"Jinhe, listen to me, can we have a proper talk?" Zhou Yuanche grabbed Pei Jinhe's wrist. He was too anxious and lost his grip, leaving a red mark on Pei Jinhe's fair wrist.

"I have nothing to say to you." Pei Jinhe forcefully pulled her wrist back, her breath icy, her voice flat to the point of being indifferent.

"Zhou Yuanche, you disgust me!"

Pei Jinhe left coldly after uttering those words.

"Jinhe".

When Zhou Yuanche saw that she was about to leave, he subconsciously tried to grab her wrist.

However, Pei Jinhe suddenly raised her hand and slapped Zhou Yuanche hard across the face.

With a loud and crisp "snap!"

Zhou Yuanche was stunned by the slap; his cheeks burned with pain, and a clear handprint appeared on his face.

Pei Jinhe's hands trembled slightly, and her palms felt numb.

She looked at the man in front of her, and cold words were squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Zhou Yuanche, this slap is for toying with my feelings. If you don't love me, you shouldn't have bothered with me!"

"Because of a bet, you treated me like a fool, playing me for fools and wantonly insulting and trampling on my sincerity."

"Zhou Yuanche, from this day forward, we're completely cut ties. Don't pretend to be all lovey-dovey in front of me; I find you disgusting!"

Pei Jinhe stood tall and left resolutely, without the slightest trace of lingering affection.

Zhou Yuanche stood there, watching Pei Jinhe's figure disappear from his sight little by little, and an unprecedented panic swept over him.

A dull, aching pain gathered in his chest, making his heart ache and feel bloated. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress the dark, aching emotions in his heart, but the more he tried to suppress them, the more obvious the dullness and abnormality in his heart became.

It seems he has completely lost Pei Jinhe.

What should he do?

……

Pei Jinhe took a deep breath, composed herself, knocked on the door, and went inside.

He Bingzheng was reading a book while wearing his reading glasses. When he saw Pei Jinhe, a loving smile immediately appeared on his face.

Pei Jinhe approached He Bing: "Master, I've come to get the chip."

He Bing took a small box, about the size of a palm, from the drawer and handed it to Pei Jinhe.

Zhou Yuanche had already checked it when he had it delivered, and it was genuine.

Fearing that Pei Jinhe would be reminded of painful memories upon seeing the chip, He Bing snorted coldly.

"Our Xiao Jinhe is so beautiful and talented, she can have any kind of man she wants. With today's advanced technology, she can build a robot that will be absolutely loyal to her and will be better than that scumbag in that respect."