Jiang Qi's smile carried a hint of cruelty, as if mocking Qin Yue's emotions.
Jiang Qi continued coldly, "As for Ye Qingchen's death, I truly don't feel I have much fault. Do you think I had no choice but to do this? If you had agreed to my demands earlier and slept with me, would things have turned out this way? The current outcome is precisely because of your delay and refusal."
Jiang Qi's words were laden with heavy blame, pinning all the responsibility on Qin Yue, as if everything was due to her rejection that led to this situation.
His words were sharp, filled with sarcasm and indifference, as if he had no care for Ye Qingchen's death.
Jiang Qi's mockery was like knives stabbing directly into Qin Yue's heart. His words not only deepened Qin Yue's anger but also intensified her helplessness and pain.
After mocking Qin Yue, Jiang Qi approached the entrance of the great hall with a smile on his lips, walking proudly.
