The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1560: Chapter 1577: The Ex-Husband Is No Longer Cheap 2

”Xia Xiaonuan, the moment you climbed into another man’s car today, the moment you went behind my back and bought plane tickets with another man, planning to leave me together with him...”

”I finally figured it out... I, Nangong Yaoling, am a fucking idiot, a complete moron!”

Xia Xiaonuan opened her eyes, staring at him in shock.

So... he knew everything...

No wonder...

He was looking at her too, that expression on his face saying he’d seen right through it all.

”Surprised? Xiaonuan, do you have any idea how worried I was about you today? Even though Mingming saw you hurt my mother with his own eyes, even though I heard people say you’d done terrible things, I still chose to believe you, chose to forgive you.

I was afraid you’d see those reports, afraid you wouldn’t be able to take it. I even arranged for Qin Yi to make sure you wouldn’t see them.

But you?

Turns out you never gave a damn! You were busy plotting with some guy to run away together. You never cared about how I felt or about the way I loved you!”

”You made me feel like I’m just a fucking fool!” Nangong Yaoling finally roared, then rushed at the towering TV wall and kicked a priceless antique vase, worth tens of millions, into shards.

A deafening crash split the air, and the butler and servants all came running out.

”Young Master...”

”Young Madam...”

”Get out! All of you, get the hell out!” Nangong Yaoling snarled, then lunged toward the tall flower stand by the floor?to?ceiling window, sweeping out his hand and knocking an entire row of orchids, each worth a fortune, down to the floor.

Then it was the piano, the vases and knickknacks on the mantel, the chairs, the wall hangings, the lamps...

Xiaonuan’s whole body was trembling. She watched him in his fury, and couldn’t help retreating a step, her hand quietly coming to rest over her abdomen.

When Nangong Yaoling had finally vented it all out, his eyes bloodshot, he walked up to her.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a check.

He strode to the sofa and quickly wrote a long string of zeros across it.

When he finished, he signed his name.

Then he picked up the check and walked to the deathly pale Xia Xiaonuan, waving it in front of her face.

”This is what you deserve. From now on, go wherever the hell you want. We’re done. Completely.”

With that, he slapped the check across her face, turned, and strode out the door.

The check hitting her face didn’t really hurt.

But why did her heart feel like something scorching hot had been branded onto it, burning until she could barely breathe?

The living room door slammed shut with a heavy bang.

Xiaonuan bent down and picked up the check that had fallen onto the carpet.

There were ten zeros on it—a total of one billion.

How nice. Apparently, in his eyes, she still wasn’t completely worthless.

There aren’t many men who are willing to spend a billion on a breakup fee.

Xiaonuan’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. She reached out and slowly tore the check, bit by bit, into confetti.

Then she tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling above her.

The crystal chandelier shone with dazzling light, like countless stars glittering overhead, so bright it was blinding.

Suddenly she flung up her hand, casting the shredded check into the air.

It was as if she could see that night again, the first time he celebrated her birthday, the fireworks he set off on the yacht.

They were the most beautiful fireworks she had ever seen. She once thought it was because Nan Mo was there.

But in truth, it was because of him...

Yet she knew that from now on, no one would ever set off such beautiful fireworks for her again. And she, if she could, would tuck that night’s fireworks away in her memory.

Because only the things kept in memory can remain forever unchanged.

Xiaonuan closed her eyes, and her whole body slowly collapsed to the floor.