She swallowed the pills in one gulp, then raised her eyes to Fu Sici, who was sitting beside her, her gaze cold and devoid of any warmth.

“The medicine is all gone. Can you leave now? I want to rest.”

Her voice was flat, brimming with an undisguised dismissal; she wouldn’t even spare him a glance.

Seeing how eagerly she was pushing him away, Fu Sici’s expression instantly darkened, his fingers tightening ever so slightly.

Recalling what his mother had said—that they needed to talk—he spoke in a tone that betrayed a barely perceptible mix of humility and stubbornness:

“Su Qingyue, can we have a calm, rational conversation?”

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyue curled her lips into a faint, bitter smile, her eyes sweeping over him with utter aloofness:

“Fu Sici, there’s nothing left to discuss between us.”

At her icy, indifferent demeanor, his eyes grew even darker; far from backing off, he leaned closer, until the two were practically pressed together, with almost no space between them.

The oppressive atmosphere immediately intensified, and Su Qingyue fixed him with a wary glare.

“Why are you sitting so close?”

His deep, shadowy eyes locked onto hers as he asked, each word laced with years of pent-up confusion and pain:

“Su Qingyue, why can’t we talk? Why did you suddenly ignore me back then? Why did you suddenly go abroad? And now—why don’t you want me anymore?”

Those words were like countless fine needles, piercing straight through the composure Su Qingyue had painstakingly maintained. Her previously calm expression instantly turned fierce, a layer of hostility settling over her brows and eyes, and anger surged uncontrollably.

She met his gaze head-on, every word dripping with stark realism and icy sarcasm, each sentence landing squarely between them:

“Fu Sici! Don’t blame me for being blunt and realistic, but you come from a top-tier wealthy clan—your family background, looks, and height are all first-rate. There are countless girls out there who’d be perfect matches for you; you could pick whichever you wanted.

So why are you so obsessed with me? Is it because you got dumped by me when you were young and still can’t get over it, determined to win me back just to get your revenge?

Let me tell you right now: I, Su Qingyue, may have been naive enough to fall once, but I’ll never make the same mistake twice. You can forget about it!”

Seeing how fierce and menacing she had become, Fu Sici opened his mouth as if to argue, only to be cut off again.

Her expression was haughty, her tone a mixture of self-mockery and unwavering certainty:

“And besides, with my looks and my mom’s knack for making money, even if I just lay around for the rest of my life and end up with a man who truly loves me and is just as good as you, I could still live a perfectly stable, comfortable life.

What’s the point of you clinging to me like this—what does it mean for you, or for me? Why bother?”

Fu Sici, who had managed to keep his composure until now, felt his anger boiling over the moment he heard her say, “Find a man who truly loves me and is just as good as me, and live a peaceful, stable life.” His chest heaved violently, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to suppress the raging fury welling up inside.

He fought hard to keep his voice steady, but it trembled uncontrollably, his eyes bloodshot with ferocity and obsession:

“But none of them are you! I only want you, Su Qingyue! I only want you! You’re not allowed to marry anyone else—I’ll show whoever dares to take you what happens!”

The intense possessiveness and stubbornness in Fu Sici’s eyes sent a sudden jolt of panic through her heart, throwing her emotions into complete disarray.

“How dare you tell me I can’t marry?! Who are you to me?!”

She instinctively tried to avoid his scorching gaze, yet his sinister, violent stare held her fast. Suddenly, a bloodthirsty, devilish grin spread across his lips.

“Because I, Fu Sici, am the embodiment of power and wealth in Jing City—a top-tier tycoon. Go ahead and try—see who dares to marry you. If anyone does, I’ll make sure they regret it!”

The two locked eyes, silently challenging each other, while the air grew so still that all that could be heard were their own rapid, labored breaths, hanging in an unbearable silence.

After a long while, Su Qingyue took a deep breath, forcing down the panic and complexity bubbling up inside. Of course she knew he could use his status to make things happen—there was no doubt about that.

She looked up at him, her tone weary and resigned, finally relenting:

“Fu Sici, what exactly do you want?”

“To be with me—we’ll get married.”

Fu Sici blurted out almost without thinking, his eyes firm and unwavering.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Without a second thought, she shot him down, her tone resolute:

End of Chapter 11: I’ll Never Marry—Let’s See Who Outlives Whom!