Yu Xin’s smile carried a sharp, almost cruel edge.

“At first, I didn’t want to get involved with the Qin family or my own family’s messes. I truly loved you and wanted to elope with you. But how did you treat me?” Yu Xin said coldly.

Su Ze’s face turned pale, yet he stubbornly insisted, “I was going to run away with you! You know that! It was Qin Jiaxi who—”

Qin Jiaxi, still reeling from the avalanche of revelations, looked up in confusion when her name was mentioned. She was still trying to process everything, her mind a haze of disbelief.

“Enough with that excuse,” Yu Xin interrupted, her voice dripping with derision. “When I met Qin Jiaxi at university, it became clear she didn’t even know who we were. Someone who didn’t even notice us, who had no idea we existed—how could she have seen us trying to elope in high school and tattled to your parents? It’s laughable! You’ve been lying to yourself so much that you started believing your own story! You claimed that she was in love with you first? What a joke. She barely even knew you existed in high school. And you knew it—oh, you knew it when you met her at university. But you pretended not to, just to keep lying to yourself!”

“The truth is, you deliberately led me past Qin Jiaxi that night, knowing she would be passing by. But Jiaxi didn’t even glance at us; she walked past us without a second look. You told me she might have recognized us and would tell your parents, and I foolishly believed you. I ran with you, thinking it was true. But it wasn’t, was it? You never wanted to elope with me in the first place. You regretted it before we even started and arranged for your nanny to notice your disappearance. When no one reacted, you dragged Jiaxi into this, spinning a story to shift the blame for your cowardice.”

Su Ze’s pupils constricted, his lips trembling as he tried to stop her.