201: Chapter 160: I Want One, A World Without You_2 201: Chapter 160: I Want One, A World Without You_2 Tang Xi’s hoarse voice broke the silence, her demeanor somewhat uneasy, “Fu Tingzhou, what brings you here?”

Fu Tingzhou looked at her, frowning at the sound of her hoarse voice.

What happened to this woman’s throat, as if it never got better?

A fever or an illness would make her throat hoarse beyond recognition.

Didn’t Nie Xiaoyun take her to the doctor?

But seeing the woman’s serene yet indifferent features, how she stepped back in response to his arrival, the man felt instant displeasure, “Can’t I come over?

Tang Xi, don’t forget what your status is!”

Tang Xi let out a faint scoff.

She clutched the Zhouzhou in her arms tightly, and the little dog seemed to feel its owner’s emotions, whimpering twice in her embrace.

Tang Xi pursed her lips, her delicate eyelids drooping slightly, “Yeah, what is my status?”

A disposable mistress.

Someone who can be replaced at any time.

Someone who is hidden away here for life, never to see the light of day.

Tang Xi looked up at him.

The man before her was in a black trench coat, tall and dignified in his bearing.

She couldn’t help but recall the scene from a few nights ago when she stood washing dishes in the kitchen and saw through the opposite window, Fu Tingzhou intimately embracing that woman.

Tang Qianqian’s words echoed in her ears, “Your body, he said it’s disgusting.”

The woman’s fingertips slowly clenched, digging into her palm.

That sharp and intense pain began to spread from the bottom of her heart.

Her lips were pale, her face naturally beautiful with no edges or corners, yet utterly cold, “Fu Tingzhou, why don’t you go to that woman?

Don’t you like being with her?

Why come looking for me?

Since you neither like nor want me, why bother coming here to seek frustration.”

“So eager to shoo me off to another woman?” Fu Tingzhou’s voice was tight and hoarse, with a tremble that even he didn’t notice.

Tang Xi was taken aback and silent.

Then, she heard the man’s cold voice, “But I want to be here!”

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Tang Xi reminisced that her recent romantic encounters with Fu Tingzhou were anything but joyful, for both were absent from each other, the physical sensations stiff and unrelieved.

She drifted into a daze, enduring unwillingly.

The man grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Is being with me so unbearable for you?

Or are you thinking about Xu Yiran now?”

Tang Xi had lost a lot of weight these days; to be precise, she never gained more than a few pounds, what with fever and hospital stays, and her poor appetite.

Being confined here, away from freedom, she looked at him, her pupils cold as she saw her own reflection in the man’s dark eyes.

Her heart trembled slightly.

“Being with me disgusts you, so why do you stay with me?

We both feel uncomfortable, Fu Tingzhou, what’s the point?”

“Disgusted?” He was taken aback.

Letting go of her chin, Fu Tingzhou supported himself on either side of her, “Indeed.”

His pupils flashed with scorn, but he misunderstood her meaning, sneering, “With Xu Yiran, you’re happy, with me you feel disgusted.

Tang Xi, your greedy and ugly plotting is truly despicable.”

Yet he, why can’t he stop thinking about this woman?

Even going so far as to use the act of feigning intimacy with another woman to provoke her.

Still, her face remained coldly indifferent.

Fu Tingzhou’s pride was deeply wounded in her presence.

In his 30 years of life, he had never felt like this.

“Tang Xi, what exactly do you want?

As long as you promise not to mention Xu Yiran in front of me, as long as you assure that you won’t contact him anymore, I can forgive and forget all that’s happened between you!” This was the biggest compromise Fu Tingzhou could make.

He never thought he could, step by step, tolerate her.

Bit by bit, retreat.

Half a month ago, he angrily confronted her about why she tried to run away to Xu Yiran, even catching them together in disarray.

Now, he’s the one bowing his head and coming to her.

He never imagined that for a woman, he could concede so much.

There’s nothing Fu Tingzhou wants that he can’t have, except for Tang Xi.

People are greedy; having the body, they long for the heart.

“What do I want?” Tang Xi muttered the question, and then burst into unbridled laughter, “Fu Tingzhou, what I want is a world without you.”

She spoke earnestly, even repeating herself as she looked into his eyes again, “I want a world without you.”