Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 89 He, is the Man You Used to Love the Most

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 He, is the Man You Used to Love the Most

No one expected Chu Qianli to strike at Han Zhan.

Han Zhan himself was taken completely by surprise.

With a hiss, Han Zhan only felt a pain in his arm.

Looking back, Chu Qianli had spun around and was now back in her original position.

Such skill, so clean and efficient!

Such speed, unbelievably fast!

How could this possibly be the same Chu Qianli who was previously so inept?

"Ah! Han Zhan, you’re bleeding!"

Chu Huaiyu, standing beside Han Zhan, exclaimed with wide-open almond eyes, staring at Han Zhan’s arm.

Han Zhan’s gaze, however, remained fixed on Chu Qianli, unable to look away.

In Chu Qianli’s beautiful cloud-like eyes, there was now a layer of coldness that had never been seen before.

In those large eyes, there was an unrestrained irony.

So glaring!

And yet so aloof and proud!

Was this really the same Chu Qianli he remembered, who used to be affected and fawned over him persistently?

"Han Zhan, you’ve lost a lot of blood, how are you feeling?"

The sound of Chu Huaiyu’s voice finally brought Han Zhan’s mind back to the present.

He looked down to see a deep wound on his arm, his sleeve drenched in blood.

Only then did Han Zhan belatedly feel the pain.

"Sister!" Chu Huaiyu was terrified, this time, she fell to her knees with a flop.

"Sister, whatever the wrong, it’s all my fault, I beg you, please don’t hurt Han Zhan, he still likes you!"

"Huaiyu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Han Zhan’s face darkened.

Chu Huaiyu was pleading pitifully with Chu Qianli, who remained expressionless and coldly watched her.

Han Zhan’s heart was suddenly stung by Chu Huaiyu’s words.

"Huaiyu, get up, don’t beg her, I’m not afraid of her revenge!"

But Chu Huaiyu’s face still bore a sorrowful expression, "No, she is now the Princess of Xuan, her status is even more noble than before."

"Han Zhan, don’t fight with her, we can’t beat her."

Kneeling, she moved two steps towards Chu Qianli.

Still looking pathetic and begging for mercy, "Sister, Han Zhan only has you in his heart, I have nothing to do with him, don’t get it wrong."

"Please, spare him for the sake of the love he had for you!"

"Huaiyu, stop talking nonsense, I only feel disgust for that woman, absolutely no personal feelings!"

Although Chu Qianli’s transformation had, for a moment, dazzled Han Zhan,

But seeing Chu Huaiyu’s distress and Chu Qianli’s indifferent face,

Han Zhan’s past disdain for Chu Qianli completely returned.

He gently said while pulling Chu Huaiyu to her feet, "Don’t beg her! Get up!"

"Han Zhan, we..." Chu Huaiyu looked up at him, her face uneasy.

Han Zhan said sternly, "I will protect you, don’t be afraid."

"Han Zhan..."

"Enough, how long will you keep up this affected act in front of me?"

Chu Qianli put away her knife, gave them a sidelong glance, hummed coldly, and turned to leave.

"This is bad, she might go complain to the Prince of Xuan," Chu Huaiyu thought, panicking completely.

She struggled free from Han Zhan’s grasp and hurriedly chased after her.

Then, with another thud, she knelt before Chu Qianli, blocking her way.

"Sister, this is all my fault, I beg you to spare Han Zhan, he really has you in his heart, please spare him!"

"What a joke, whether he has me in his heart is none of my business," Chu Qianli said.

Chu Qianli looked down at the so-called big sister who would kneel and apologize at the drop of a hat.

She sneered, "No need to perform this sort of drama in front of me, one would think I’ve done something unspeakable to you!"

"No, everything is my own fault, you can punish me however you see fit," Chu Huaiyu claimed, her eyes brimming with tears, suddenly lunging forward to grasp Chu Qianli’s legs.

"Han Zhan was the man you once loved the most, please, for the sake of your past with him, don’t hurt him anymore, I beg you!"

Chu Qianli frowned as she looked at Chu Huaiyu who clung to her legs like a dog, about to push her away.

From afar, a familiar voice that made one’s heart tremble with displeasure coldly arrived, "The man she once loved the most?"