Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

…Is it finally over?

Chi Enen glanced at him one last time and limped away.

Li Beijue watched her figure disappear at the classroom doorway, then suddenly, in a burst of rage, he slammed his fist into the blackboard again.

The blackboard, already dented from his previous blow, couldn’t withstand another punch and came crashing down with a loud clang.

The bodyguards all lowered their heads, keeping silent, fearful of unintentionally becoming collateral damage.

Huo Yi was overwhelmed with worry for both Chi Enen and Li Beijue. He mustered up the courage to approach the man radiating an aura that kept others at a distance and said, “Master Jue, your hand…”

“Leave.”

Li Beijue cut him off and turned to leave.

Huo Yi hurried after him. He had barely caught up and hadn’t had the chance to suggest treating his wound when Li Beijue had already gotten into the Bugatti Veyron. The silver sports car sped away—

*

On a private jet bound for Country Y.

The luxurious cabin atmosphere was stifling; everyone held their breath, moving as lightly as possible to avoid attracting the attention of the person inside.

“Master Jue still refuses to have his wound treated?” Huo Yi emerged from behind the flight attendant and asked.

The beautiful flight attendant jumped in fright but managed not to scream, thanks to her professional training. She quickly regained her composure and respectfully replied, “No, Young Master Jue has not allowed us to approach him since he came in.”

It seems Miss Chi truly hurt Beijue’s heart this time. Otherwise, Beijue wouldn’t have canceled the meeting in Country Y and decided to leave the country abruptly.

Worried, Huo Yi furrowed his brows, took the medicine box from the flight attendant, and walked over.

This jet belonged to Li Beijue, equipped with the most advanced technology and most comfortable decor; at first glance, it seemed like one had entered the presidential suite of a hotel, complete with a sofa and television. The man emanating an aura of “keep out” was now opening a bottle of vodka, downing large gulps. By his side, a myriad of shattered pieces littered the floor, a clear sign of the recent ‘battle’ that had taken place.

Carefully avoiding the ceramic fragments on the floor, he placed the medicine box on the table, crouched down, took out some iodine and a cotton swab, and tentatively suggested, “Master Jue, your hand might get infected if it’s not treated, may I help you with it?”

The man drinking gave a cursory glance at the back of his left hand, lacerated and bleeding, pressed his thin lips together into a straight line, and took another big gulp of vodka.

Damn it, why does his heart feel like it’s diseased, so uncomfortably painful, even before he leaves Rainy City!

It’s just a woman; there’s no shortage of beautiful women with two legs. What woman can’t he have? Does he have to feel so terrible over a woman who’s nothing but trouble?

Yet… he still feels terribly dissatisfied and stifled inside!

Li Beijue stared at the mobile phone that hadn’t received a single message, growing more irritated the longer he looked at it. His handsome face darkened, and with a flick of his wrist, he flung the phone away—’bang’!

Huo Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

Then he heard the man overhead ask in a deep, grave voice, “Tell me, what’s wrong with me?”

“Master Jue, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Nothing?” Li Beijue sneered, “If there’s nothing wrong with me, why doesn’t she like me!”

“That’s…” Matters of the heart are not so easily explained. Huo Yi hesitated before saying, “Miss Chi might just be throwing a tantrum, Master Jue. You shouldn’t take it to heart with Miss Chi…”