h4Chapter 387: Chapter 387 He is sick of seeing her, really sick of it!/h4

"A Cheng! Don’t leave."

Zimei chased after him and grabbed his arm.

Ye Cheng looked into her bewitching eyes, which were filled with anxiety and worry. His heart was overwhelmed with irritation. He suddenly mped her arms and pushed her back forcefully.

Zimei’s back mmed heavily against the tree trunk, the pain causing her to furrow her brows. Her charming eyes stared at the man’s cold face in confusion: "A Cheng..."

"Does Boss Zi enjoy clinging to people this much? I already told you, don’t call me A Cheng anymore, and stop pestering me! Have youpletely ignored what I said? Do you think that by saving me repeatedly and getting injured for me, I’d feel grateful and erase all our past grievances? Dream on! There’s nothing between us, give it up already!"

Ye Cheng had never shouted at anyone with such a surge of emotion before.

Back at Xingyao Entertainment, even when his artists stirred up scandals left and right, he had never been this furious. He always managed everything calmly, turning crises into opportunities.

But every time he faced Zimei, he couldn’t control his irritation.

He was fed up with seeing her. Truly fed up!

Back then, it was she who abandoned him. Now, she shamelessly appeared before him time and time again. Did she think of him as a ything? Summoned at will, then discarded just as easily!

What annoyed him even more was his own heart, which seemed to be showing signs of cracking under the constant nagging from this woman.

After roaring, the man suddenly loosened his grip.

The intensity of the emotions left his chest heaving uncontrobly.

Zimei stared nkly at his furious, handsome face. Only after a while did she find her voice again: "I won’t give up."

She said, she wouldn’t give up.

Facing his angry reprimands and shouting, her only reply was a few curt words.

Ye Cheng suddenly didn’t know what to do with this woman.

She was his nemesis, and an unrelenting one at that.

Ye Cheng suddenlyughed, a faintly cold curve forming on his lips: "Suit yourself."

He turned away, stepping over the autumn leaves scattered across the ground.

Zimei watched his tall and unyielding figure, battered yet still upright, as a single tear fell from her eye.

...

Meanwhile, in Yamamoto Yu’s vi, the servants were busy tidying up the chaos scattered on the floor.

Yamamoto Yu sat on a pearwood chair, his hands resting on his walking stick, a gloomy expression on his face.

Just then, Beichuan hurriedly approached and leaned down to whisper a report in his ear: "Mr. Yamamoto, the Chief has arrived."

Yamamoto Yu’s expression changed abruptly, "Why has such an important figure been rmed?"

"It’s likely because the car explosion at the gate caught their attention. They suspect it might be a terrorist attack and havee to investigate," Beichuan responded.

Yamamoto Yu’s face darkened further as he muttered to himself, "No one has been caught yet?"

"It might take some more time. They were in two cars," Beichuan hesitated before adding, "Some citizens saw our men shooting on the street and reported it to the police."

Yamamoto Yu’s lips trembled with rage. He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing his emotions before replying in a calmer tone, "Order our men to retreat for now. Handling the Chief is the priority."

Since this matter had drawn attention from higher authorities, it wouldn’t be wise to go after people so brazenly.

Yamamoto Yu clenched his fist. Those people were lucky this time! But this matter would not be settled so easily.

Mr. Gu, our paths will cross again in the future!

"Understood!" Beichuan immediately responded and pulled out his phone to make a call.

After seeing Beichuan finish the call, Yamamoto Yu stood up slowly, "Let’s go. Apany me to meet the Chief. Since they suspect it’s a terrorist incident, cooperating with the police investigation is just a civic duty for us ordinary citizens."