Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 215 Killing the Cuckoo (30)

He was secretly pursuing Qi Zhaoyi—

This realization gave Fang Yi the feeling of being slapped hard in the face.

What does Li Tingyi's dedication over the years mean?

Why can he comfortably enjoy his advances while simultaneously using an even more subservient attitude to please another man?

Does he see himself as some kind of despicable person?

The anger, shame, and jealousy from being betrayed amplified instantly, and Fang Yi felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her head.

The composure and manners he had painstakingly maintained for over thirty years vanished at this moment; he wished he could stab Li Tingyi, that heartless bastard, to death.

With a loud bang, Fang Yi kicked open the ward door.

Li Tingyi, who was holding a bowl of chicken soup and standing in front of the hospital bed, was startled. He immediately turned around and saw Fang Yihe standing outside the door with a livid face. His heart tightened and he felt a pang of guilt, as if he had been caught cheating.

Before he could react, Fang Yihe strode up to him and punched him in the face.

Li Tingyi was knocked to the ground, and the chicken soup in his hand spilled out.

Fang Yi grabbed his collar again, dragged him up from the ground, and was about to beat him again, but his fist was stopped by Li Tingyi.

“Go outside and talk, I can explain!” Li Tingyi said quickly.

If he hadn't kept glancing at Qi Zhaoyi on the sickbed out of the corner of his eye while saying this, Fang Yihe might have really believed that he was trying to explain.

But Fang Yihe understood that he just didn't want to lose face in front of Qi Zhaoyi.

Even at this point, the only person he still cares about is Qi Zhaoyi.

Thinking of this, Fang Yihe almost laughed out of anger.

He released his grip on Li Tingyi's collar: "Okay."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the ward first.

Li Tingyi quickly followed, and the two went up to the hospital rooftop one after the other.

It was completely dark, and the early spring night still held a chill. Fang Yi put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at Li Tingyi—not to look cool, but because he was afraid that if Li Tingyi opened his mouth, he would be unable to resist hitting him.

"explain."

Li Tingyi stood two meters away from him, his eyes flickering, a hint of helplessness on his face. He licked his lips, his expression like that of a child who had made a mistake, racking his brains for an excuse.

"I..." Li Tingyi finally managed to squeeze out a sentence after a long pause, "I only found out these past few days that Senior Qi is also hospitalized in this hospital. He's my high school classmate. He helped me when I was being ostracized by my high school roommates. I've always remembered that kindness and wanted to repay him, and then..."

“Keep making things up.” Fang Yi interrupted him coldly. “He’s Gao Li’s client. You found out his identity the night Gao Li took him to the hospital.”

Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted out of character that night and insisted on going with me to "help" Gao Li.

Li Tingyi: "..."

"Want to get to know him?" Fang Yi's turbulent emotions were calmed down by the cold wind on the rooftop, but what followed was a deep sense of disappointment.

His heart felt like it was being entangled by a thin fishing line, causing him pain and making it hard to breathe. "Li Tingyi, do you want to be with him?"

"I..." Faced with Fang Yihe's questioning, Li Tingyi's throat was dry and itchy, and he couldn't help but cough. "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"I don't want to lie to you, I do... like him, I've liked him for many years."

The fishing line that was constricting his heart tightened instantly, embedding itself deeply into his flesh, causing him to bleed profusely.

Fang Yi's hands, tucked into his pockets, clenched tightly. He gritted his teeth to keep his gasps of pain from escaping.

"Then who am I?"

Li Tingyi started biting his lower lip again. He would do this whenever he was anxious, unconsciously biting his lips until they bled.

In the past, Fang Yihe bought him teething toys for children in order to change his habit, and Li Tingyi laughed at him for treating him like a child.

She treats him like a child, and in bed he always compromises and becomes the bottom. Every time there's a conflict, he's the one who gives in and admits his mistake first.

He cherished and pampered this person, carefully protecting his self-esteem and sensitivity, fearing that he wouldn't give him enough love.

But after countless compromises and concessions, all I got in return was the other person saying, "I do like him, I've liked him for many years."

What you can't have is like the bright, clear moonlight hanging high in the sky; those who stay by your side will only become sticky grains of rice.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Li Tingyi was conflicted and guilty. Faced with Fang Yihe's relentless questioning, he couldn't make a decision for a moment. He simply took a few steps forward and grabbed Fang Yihe's arm. "Yihe, give me some time, I..."

Fang Yihe turned to the side, avoiding his hand.

Li Tingyi was taken aback.

This was the first time Fang Yi had rejected his advances.

“No need.” Fang Yihe stared intently at him, her mind torn between reason and impulse. Her male pride made her want to kill Li Tingyi when she was betrayed, but reason told her she couldn’t do that. “You’ve already given me an answer. Let’s break up.”

Li Tingyi's heart skipped a beat: "What?"

Fang Yi turned and left.

Li Tingyi instinctively reached out to grab him, but his hand missed. He immediately shouted, "Fang Yihe!!!"

Fang Yi paused, but did not turn around.

Li Tingyi walked quickly up to him, her eyes red, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Break up." Fang Yihe's eyes were mocking. "That way you won't have to struggle with who to choose anymore. I'll grant your wish and wish you happiness."

After saying this, he walked past Li Tingyi and left.

Li Tingyi suddenly felt a sense of panic, like when he was a child and went to the market with his parents, only to be lost in the market by his careless parents.

He quickly grabbed Fang Yihe, opened his mouth, but the words that came out were angry and embarrassed because of his guilty conscience and his lack of reason: "Break up? Did I agree to that!"

Fang Yi struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She warned, "Let go. I don't want things to get too ugly."

"Threatening me?" Li Tingyi laughed angrily. "You were the one who provoked me first, and now you want to break up with me like that? What the hell do you take me for? A free gigolo, someone you use and then kick out?"

"Li Tingyi!" Fang Yihe's anger was on the verge of bursting out.

"Take back those two words before I take them seriously," Li Tingyi said. "Otherwise, once I do, even if you strip naked and come begging to me like before, I won't give you another second glance."

Fang Yi's brain twitched, and her face quickly flushed red.

When the two first got together, they had a fight over a small matter. It was their first argument, and Li Tingyi broke up with him.

Fang Yi was so anxious that she couldn't concentrate on her work. Every day after work, she would run to his house to serve him tea and water, do laundry and cook, and beg for his forgiveness. But Li Tingyi was unmoved and determined to sever ties with her.

Fang Yihe knew that he didn't love her that much, but he liked her body very much. So, he, who was always well-mannered, took off his clothes, tied them with ribbons, packed them up as a gift, and delivered them to her door.

This gesture pleased Li Tingyi, and the two reconciled.

When lovers are in love, flattery and pleasing each other is a source of fun. But when things fall apart, his subservience becomes a weakness that his partner uses to attack and humiliate him.

Fang Yi's rationality snapped with a "clang," and he threw a punch at Li Tingyi, yelling hoarsely, "Li Tingyi, I'll fuck your grandpa!"