Wen Zaiyi was blocked to the point where he could barely utter a word.
Fu Shilv watched him with a hint of amusement, "Mr. Wen didn't get to eat much, did he? Why not sit down and join us?"
Wen Zaiyi thought about many things from the past. Back then, he intentionally approached Sheng Youxia, but he was slowly attracted to her too. He thought they were mutually attracted.
Sheng Youxia looked at Fu Shilv's hand resting on the table.
She reached over and rubbed her fingers over the scar on his hand, "Just for this one injury, Wen Zaiyi, even if we cut you with a thousand knives, it wouldn't be excessive, right?"
Wen Zaiyi heard only regret, reluctance, and anger.
No matter how much he said, it was useless; it couldn't salvage even a bit.
"Xiaxia, his injury has nothing to do with me."
"My company had issues, which were related to you, right? So now it's an eye for an eye — is there anything wrong with that?"
With those words, Sheng Youxia ensured Wen Zaiyi fully understood.