Han Zhifan heard what the young man said. He lifted his head and glanced over at the door.
The room was too dark and Cheng Weiwan couldn't clearly see the expression on Han Zhifan's face. However, she did sense a hint of coldness from his body.
He had no intention of getting up and walking over to her. Soon enough, he withdrew his gaze and started talking to the young man.
After the young man finished his duties, he walked over to a woman about the same age as him while holding a bottle of wine then sat down.
The people in the room were playing on their own; nobody bothered with Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan stood at the door for a while then stepped out of the room and leaned back against the wall beside the door.
Cheng Weiwan didn't know just how long she waited before the doors to the private room opened. Han Zhifan finally stepped out amidst a cloud of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
Cheng Weiwan instinctively straightened up.
Han Zhifan swept her a chilly look but had no intentions of talking to her. Then he walked over to the elevators.
Cheng Weiwan caught up to him.
The two of them didn't say anything as they walked all the way to the back garden of the Golden Lounge where there was hardly anyone around. Han Zhifan lit up a cigarette, put it to his lips, and took a drag. After he lowered the cigarette, he glanced over at Cheng Weiwan and coldly said, "Have you thought about it?"
From her memory of him, every time he saw her, he would smile and sound so gentle as he spoke. When she was unwell, he would always be so caring and speak so softly.
However, she didn't know when it started, but he started to look this ice-cold and merciless whenever he saw her.
The conflict between the two of them proved that the one who was truly in love was destined to be the loser.
Even if she knew deep down that their story was over, that she was never his princess, and he was never her hero, Cheng Weiwan felt a needle-like pain pricking her heart when she heard his tone of voice.
She pursed her lips slightly then replied, "Just what will it take for you to let me go?"
"Looks like you haven't thought it through, huh?" Han Zhifan furrowed his brows. "Since you haven't thought it over, come back and see me when you have."
With that said, Han Zhifan put out his cigarette like he was going to leave.
If possible, Cheng Weiwan really didn't want to have to beg Han Zhifan, but there was no other option for her. She couldn't just watch as Lin Muqing sat in jail because of her and she didn't want to lose Hanhan either.
Cheng Weiwan saw that Han Zhifan was about to leave, so she instinctively reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "I'm begging you. Let go of me and Hanhan and I promise we'll never appear in front of you again. I also promise that no matter what happens to Hanhan, I won't disturb you, alright?"
Han Zhifan looked like he didn't want to hear Cheng Weiwan's bullsh*t as he struggled out of her grip.
Cheng Weiwan was afraid Han Zhifan would really leave, so she quickly raised her hand again and grabbed his arm. "I know you hate me, but in memory of our old relationship together, could you let me and Hanhan go just this once? Please?"
"Our relationship together?" Han Zhifan looked as thoughhe heard the funniest joke as he let out a mocking scoff. "Ha..."
As the sound of his scoff left his mouth, he turned his head and looked over at Cheng Weiwan. "How could I not remember that we used to be together?"
His nonchalant question in retaliation instantly drained the blood from Cheng Weiwan's face.