The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God's Domineering Love Chapter 18 part2

Thinking of his future intense questioning, Luo Liyan could already feel the headache and lightly pressed on her temples to relieve the pain.

“Thud!”

Suddenly, loud and urgent knocks sounded outside the door, interrupting Luo Liyan's remorseful thoughts.

Who, ah?

Could it be someone from work unexpectedly came to check on her to bring her back?  

Luo Liyan frowned and reluctantly climbed down from the bed to open the door. However, she was instantly startled by the sound of the sound of the door lock being twisted open.

She looked up to see the intruder and immediately saw a face that made her want to vomit.

“Han Xiyu, who allowed you to come into my house!” Luo Liyan's fiercely raised her voice as she questioned him.

The original owner of this body had the habit of hiding spare keys in the flower pots outside the door. She didn't expect the ex-boyfriend to use that as an opportunity to barge into her house.

“Liyan, do you really need to regard me as an outsider with all that's between us?” Han Xiyu took two steps forward and wanted to grasp Luo Liyan's hand but she quickly dodged his hand.

“You're making me feel disgusted. I caught the both of you in the act, yet you're not embarrassed to appear in front of me again. Do you believe that I won't beat you to death? Do you think I'm easy to bully?” Luo Liyan menacingly cracked her knuckles while fiercely glaring at him.

“I'm also having a hard time, you're blaming me without being aware of my situation!” Han Xiyu's eyes flashed in unwillingness as he sounded extremely troubled.

“Moreover, I already gave you all the savings I put aside this year. Don't tell me you still can't feel my genuine intentions, and that the person I really love is only you?”

“Vomit…” Luo Liyan didn't hold back and instantly made retching noises.

“You should quickly hold your tongue or I will really have to throw up yesterday's meal. Also, I haven't taken your money, the 2 million is still in your bank account, so why don't you take it out for yourself.”

“I know that my money won't mean much to you now that you're intimate with the president of MuZhi. Liyan, I didn't think you would also be such a superficial woman.” Han Xiyu wore a kind of hard to bear expression and covered his face in sadness while speaking in a bitter and hateful tone. (TN: Idiom meaning a grieving and lamenting tone.)

Chapter end