Fated to My Enemy

Yeah, she ate his breakfast, so even her strength is his! This robber's logic fits his dark aura perfectly!

It's just...

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind; he just asked her to check her bank card. Could it be that her card had a problem?

With that thought, Lian Xinying hurriedly ran out.

After Lian Xinying left, the receptionist finally breathed easily.

Originally thinking she was mentally disturbed, she didn't expect the boss to come down and talk with her for so long.

It seems that the woman is not insane.

Next time she comes, I'll have to be more polite.

Walking out from the nearest bank, Lian Xinying's heart was as cold as a winter pool.

Even though the sun was shining brightly, she couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

Her card had been frozen.

In other words, she now truly had nothing.

In the distance, there was a black Phantom. The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face with a wilful smile.

Lian Xinying clearly saw his face, but she looked through him as if she didn't see anything, standing there stunned as if her soul had been taken away.

Only after the car horn sounded for the third time did he open the car door.

Only then did Lian Xinying feel fear.

His face was livid.

"Come here!" he gritted his teeth.

Reluctantly moving in front of him, she said with grievances, "My card has been frozen."

"Stop pretending. Why didn't you respond when I called you just now?" He furrowed his brows, his hands clenched into fists.

No woman had ever dared to treat him as if he were thin air.

"You called me? I didn't hear it." She had only heard the horn.

"Very well," he laughed, his smile was devilish, as he took out a bill from his wallet and flung it at her, "The art teacher I paid for has already arrived, hurry up and roll back!"

"I'm not rolling." She stubbornly accepted his banknote, defiantly retorting, "I'll take a taxi back. This isn't enough money, I need more."

"Not enough?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Your shabby house is in such a remote corner, how could it be enough?" Lian Xinying spoke too quickly and realized her mistake; she quickly covered her head and bolted.

She had mocked his shabby house last night and was kicked into the swimming pool; if she didn't run now, she was probably in for another lesson.

Watching her flee with her tail between her legs, Yan Ye's anger dissipated.

Now she knows fear, not bad.

As he got in the car, his assistant couldn't resist gossiping, "This girl is pretty, a new girlfriend?"

Yan Ye rested one hand on the window sill and closed his eyes to rest.

"Oh,

"Now, she can't leave me." Yan Ye's stern face warmed slightly.

"Oh, let me guess her identity..."

"No need to guess. What she was in the past doesn't matter; what she will be in the future, I will decide." Yan Ye said coldly with a hooked lip, "Drive."

Because of a lack of funds, Lian Xinying dared not take a taxi.

Taking the subway and then the bus, after more than an hour, she finally arrived home.

The art teacher was an older woman.

Wearing black-framed glasses, she immediately pulled Xinying to sit in front of the easel upon seeing her.

"Just draw something to show me your basics."

Xinying had learned painting as a child, but she had not held a paintbrush in a long time, and now Yan Ye forcing her into an art academy was definitely setting her up as a hindrance.

Three minutes later, Xinying completed her work.

"Oh! What is this?" the teacher was shocked.