Ye Jingchen pinched the wrist that held her pen and held it firmly in his hand, his eyes darkened.
Jiang Cheng tried to break free from his hand, but his grip became tighter and tighter.
"What, is Mr. Ye reluctant to give you even one million now?" Jiang Cheng smiled coolly at him, his eyes full of ridicule, "Your good sister is still in the hospital waiting for my bone marrow to save her daughter..."
Ye Jingchen was silent, with boundless despair in his heart. He covered her eyes with his palms, and the hatred gleaming in them was like a knife, piercing his heart. Holding her tightly in his arms, Ye Jingchen murmured her name in a low voice, his tone unprecedentedly helpless: "Chengcheng, don't hate me..."
Jiang Cheng pushed him away hard, "Mr. Ye's affection should be left to other women. Since our relationship started with a transaction, it should naturally have a beginning and an end."
After saying that, Jiang Cheng picked up a black pen and signed his name neatly, stood up and left. One million, one transaction, everything she and Ye Jingchen had done in the past no longer had anything to do with the word love.
Listening to Jiang Cheng's footsteps walking further and further away, Ye Jingchen covered his eyes and didn't move...
A thin paper of agreement lay on the desk, erasing all the past between the two and burying all the future together.
This love started with him and ended with her, and now it has come to an end.