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

Chapter 220 Killing the Cuckoo (35)

Li Tingyi stood there, staring blankly at him.

He never imagined that Fang Yihe harbored such deep resentment towards him.

Was he enduring everything every day he spent with me?

"I...I'll change, I'll never do it again," Li Tingyi stammered, making his promise. "I'll show you my sincerity, I promise..."

Fang Yihe stood up and distanced herself from him: "I'm not saying these things to you to see you repent. Just take it as a reminder to be nicer to your next partner. Otherwise, even the best relationship can't withstand your repeated torment."

Li Tingyi: "...Is it really impossible for us?"

Fang Yihe replied without hesitation, "Yes."

Li Tingyi felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He let go of her hand, watched Fang Yihe silently shed tears, and his eyes slowly turned to despair.

This despair gradually gave rise to resentment—if you were already tired of him, why didn't you say so sooner?

He spoiled and pampered him while secretly loathing him, and then suddenly broke up with him at this point, catching him completely off guard.

Is he trying to kill him with praise in this way, or to get revenge on him?

Li Tingyi had the illusion that he was being forced back to his childhood and adolescence.

His parents' endless arguments and the cramped, oppressive family environment fostered his inferiority complex and twisted personality. On one hand, he viewed the actions of those around him with the utmost malice, while on the other hand, he deeply loathed his own dark and despicable self.

Fang Yihe's indulgence and pampering cured his twisted sense of inferiority, but now, he doesn't want him anymore.

What gives him the right to do this?

She said she loved him back then, went to great lengths to win him over, and now she's breaking up with him just like that.

Was it approved by him?

Li Tingyi slowly got up from the ground, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and his voice, which was no longer pleading, became low and sinister.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Fang Yihe sensed something was wrong with him and immediately became alert: "What are you trying to do?"

Li Tingyi stared straight at him with a cold smile, took out her phone, opened her photo album, and waved hundreds of videos in front of Fang Yi: "Breaking up is fine, but these videos will appear on Gao Li and your parents' phones tomorrow..."

Fang Yi was furious. She rushed over, snatched the phone, and smashed it against the wall.

Li Tingyi didn't stop him: "Smash it all you want. I still have dozens of gigabytes of data on my computer and USB drive. Do you think you can handle that?"

"You..." Fang Yihe trembled with rage, "Li Tingyi, you're a fucking bastard!"

"Say what you want." Li Tingyi shrugged. "You've already disgusted me so much, I don't mind making you even more disgusting. I'll give you 24 hours to think it over. By this time tomorrow, you need to be back at my house, or else, it's a fight to the death!"

After saying that, Li Tingyi turned and left.

The door closed, leaving only Fang Yi and one other person in the guest room.

He was panting heavily, and slowly knelt down, covering his face.

My mother is right, Li Tingyi is indeed no good.

He regretted not cutting his losses in time, allowing himself to wallow in this unhealthy relationship for so long, and now he was stuck in a situation from which he couldn't escape.

What should he do now?

*

Liucheng is located 400 kilometers away from Ningcheng.

After a five-hour drive, Yan Zhen and Qi Zhaoyi arrived in the town.

Yan Zhen spent some time making inquiries and quickly found the family surnamed He who was to be engaged to Li Tingyi.

Li Tingyi's fiancée is named He Xiaolian. When Yan Zhen met her, she was packing up her things at the fish stall in the market, preparing to close for lunch.

"Miss He," Yan Zhen greeted her.

He Xiaolian looked very young, no more than 22 years old. The early spring weather, with its fluctuating temperatures, gave her round face two delicate blushes.

She was wearing a dark apron and rain boots. It seemed that few people in the small town called her that, because she didn't react at first and pointed to herself blankly, "Are you calling me?"

Yan Zhen nodded.

"Want to buy some fish?" He Xiaolian asked. "But we're all sold out for today. I need these to entertain my guests, so they're not for sale..."

“I’m not buying fish,” Yan Zhen said. “Do you know Li Tingyi?”

He Xiaolian nodded subconsciously, but upon seeing Yan Zhen's tall, fair-skinned figure and similar age to Li Tingyi, she began to imagine something and her expression turned wary: "You are..."

Yan Zhen could tell at a glance that she had misunderstood, thinking that she was a mistress who had come to her door to show off or provoke her.

She smiled and said, "Do you have time? I'd like to talk to you about Li Tingyi and my husband."

Twenty minutes later, Yan Zhen followed He Xiaolian to her house.

The He family has a two-story self-built house with a yard in town. They keep chickens and ducks in the yard. He Xiaolian pushed open the iron gate and called Yan Zhen and Qi Zhaoyi in while using her foot to block two ducks that were trying to escape.

Upon entering the courtyard, the living room was bustling with noise; the He family had guests today.

Hearing the guests laughing and talking, Yan Zhen paused slightly.

He Xiaolian is the victim in Li Tingyi's marriage fraud, and she shouldn't feel ashamed.

But gossip can be deadly. Even Gao's parents, who live in Ningcheng, turned around and blamed Gao Li for not being able to hold onto a man's heart. If they said it in public, wouldn't He Xiaolian also be labeled as "he would rather like a man than like you, how bad must you be?"

With this in mind, Yan Zhen decided to avoid the guests and talk to He Xiaolian alone.

As for whether He Xiaolian should tell her family after she finds out, that's her business.

Yan Zhen greeted the He family and gestured for He Xiaolian to go back to her room to talk.

He Xiaolian's room was on the second floor rooftop. It was a storage room built with red bricks, with the walls simply painted with cement. However, He Xiaolian decorated it warmly with small items such as floral curtains, carpets, and paintings.

Yan Zhen didn't beat around the bush. She used Fang Yihe's video with Li Tingyi as evidence to tell the story that her fiancé was gay and that her husband of one year was her lover.

After hearing this, He Xiaolian was briefly stunned.

"You mean, Brother Li is your husband's...boyfriend?"

"Correct."

He Xiaolian frowned: "Isn't this just the kind of romantic relationship in BL novels... two men dating?"

Her reaction surprised Yan Zhen; she showed neither anger at being deceived, nor sadness or bewilderment.

"Aren't you angry?"

He Xiaolian blinked: "I'm not angry, but I never expected that a plot from a novel would appear in real life, let alone happen to someone I know. It's just... quite unexpected."

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

As a young girl with limited education living in a remote town, He Xiaolian's understanding of the outside world is limited to the one-sided information provided by short videos on her mobile phone.

In her mind, this was the same as "her fiancé having a girlfriend outside the marriage," and the fact that this "girlfriend" was the same gender as her fiancé even lessened her sense of crisis.

She was unaware of the real drawbacks behind being "deceived into marriage".

After careful consideration, Yan Zhen began telling He Xiaolian about what happened to Gao Li in his previous life, starting with "I have a friend".