Chapter 1012: 1011 End Chapter 1012: 1011 End Luo Haofeng was about to marry a woman who schemed against him.

Moreover, because of this scheming woman, he hurt the woman who deeply loved him and whom he also loved. He even expected him to come up with a way to tell Bai Xiaoxiao.

All his good moods had been ruined by Luo Haofeng’s bad news.

“Mo Xiuchen, last night, I don’t know why I got drunk so easily.” Luo Haofeng’s explanation seemed pale and powerless; the incident had already happened, and there was no other way.

Whether he agreed or not, in the end, it would hurt Xiaoxiao.

“Then do whatever you want. Once you and Qi Meiling are married, there will be no need to oppose the Qi family anymore.”

“Mo Xiuchen, I want both the Qi and Luo family companies to disappear.”

Luo Haofeng’s words were very firm, every word cold as if chiseled from ice.

Mo Xiuchen did not speak, just slightly curled his lips.

There was no smile, just a hint of coldness on his lips.

“I’ll remind you, Qi Meiling will definitely let Bai Xiaoxiao know about you two; she could climb into your bed, so she must already know Bai Xiaoxiao’s phone number.”

“She already knows,” Luo Haofeng did not want to admit it, but he had to.

“That’s good, then. You don’t have to tell Bai Xiaoxiao; she’ll find out herself. Given Bai Xiaoxiao’s personality, you should know the outcome.” Mo Xiuchen somewhat understood Bai Xiaoxiao, a straightforward woman.

Willing to go abroad for Luo Haofeng, she was also bold in love and hate.

Last time, when Luo Haofeng proposed breaking up, it was because their parents disagreed, and Bai Xiaoxiao did not blame him.

But this time, Luo Haofeng sleeping with another woman was a betrayal.

It was different.

Even if Bai Xiaoxiao did not hate him, it was impossible for them to continue.

That is to say, no matter what happened with Qi Meiling, it was completely over between him and Bai Xiaoxiao.

**
Just as Mo Xiuchen had guessed.

In D Country.

Bai Xiaoxiao received the photos sent by Qi Meiling.

It was when Luo Haofeng and Mo Xiuchen were on the phone in their home country, Bai Xiaoxiao was having breakfast, her phone made a beeping sound.

It was a string of numbers sending a multimedia message.

Bai Xiaoxiao fed the leftover toast into her mouth, picked up the phone lying on the table, and unlocked it.

She opened the message to read… Bai Xiaoxiao’s expression instantly froze…

Her mouth, still stuffed with unswallowed toast, her delicate, fair face suddenly turned pale.

It was as if her whole body was frozen, her limbs icy, her brain blank, even her blood seemed to stagnate the moment she saw the photo.

She couldn’t believe that the photo was real.

But the man, how could she not recognize him.

Finally swallowing the food in her mouth, she tightly pressed her lips together, trying hard to ignore the sharp pain at her heart as if it was being sliced by a blade, trying desperately to calm herself down.

Bai Xiaoxiao, this could be Photoshopped.

Now, any photo could be Photoshopped, she kept comforting herself.

Her trembling fingers pressed each digit, wanting to make a call to clarify, unwilling to believe he betrayed her just based on two photos.

When pressing the last digit, Bai Xiaoxiao hit the wrong key due to blurred vision.

She dialed the number, and after a few rings, a strange man’s voice came on the line. Bai Xiaoxiao was first stunned, then she choked up and said, “I’m sorry, I dialed the wrong number.”

She hung up the phone and stared blankly at the cellphone screen.

She didn’t have the courage to dial the number a second time, as her heart was already hurting too much to bear.

She remembered, a few months ago, when Luo Haofeng had suggested they break up. Although her heart had hurt then, it was nothing like now.

Raising her hand, she fiercely wiped away her tears. Bai Xiaoxiao deleted the photos on her phone and, before she could put the phone down, it began to vibrate with a whimper.

Seeing the caller ID, she scoffed, took a deep breath, and then pressed the answer button. Her voice was cold and calm, “Hello!”

“Bai Xiaoxiao, did you see the photo I just sent you?”

“I saw it. Your breasts are a bit saggy, and you look terrifying without makeup.”

Bai Xiaoxiao’s mocking critique nearly made Qi Meiling spit blood.

Over the phone, Qi Meiling couldn’t see her pain, but Bai Xiaoxiao could imagine Qi Meiling’s rage.

Across the Pacific Ocean, Qi Meiling’s voice came sharp and annoyed, “Bai Xiaoxiao, do you think you’re prettier than me?”

“Hmm, do you think so too?”

Bai Xiaoxiao asked with a laugh, her voice showing no sign of sorrow.

“So what if you’re prettier than me? Now, Haofeng is with me, Bai Xiaoxiao. I told you before if you left Brother Haofeng, he would be with me.”

“Congratulations then, but I’m not interested in your affairs. Don’t bother me again.”

Bai Xiaoxiao spoke these words and, without waiting for Qi Meiling to respond, she hung up the phone and blocked her number.

She leaned back in her chair, tears sliding down her upturned face.

How could Luo Haofeng treat her like this? She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t help but believe it. The truth was right in front of her eyes, leaving no room for self-deception.

Forget it, let it end like this.

She had tried her best, and there would be no more regrets.

Bai Xiaoxiao had no more thoughts of questioning Luo Haofeng. She composed a text message and sent it, then blocked his number as well.

**
In City B.

After Luo Haofeng and Mo Xiuchen had finished their call, Luo Haofeng slumped dejectedly on the couch, gripping his phone tightly, yet unable to dial Bai Xiaoxiao’s number.

Suddenly, the sound of a message notification made his heart skip a beat.

His hand trembled, and the phone nearly fell to the ground.

The screen displayed a message from Xiaoxiao, and Luo Haofeng held his breath as he read it: Luo Haofeng, let’s break up. Don’t call me.

Seeing the words on the screen, Luo Haofeng’s eyes grew wide, as if a knife had plunged into his chest.

Blood seemed to gush forth, and pain spread to every single cell in his body.

He stared unwaveringly at those few sentences, the words “let’s break up” especially glaring. His eyes stung and ached, eventually becoming moist.

His grip on the phone tightened and tightened until the phone’s edges pressed into his palm. Only then did he loosen his grip, and the phone dropped onto the carpet.

He bent down to pick it up.

Luo Haofeng dialed Bai Xiaoxiao’s number, and the next second, he hurled the phone against the door panel with force, creating a dull sound as it dropped back onto the carpet.

A mocking curve appeared on his lips, his moist eyes filled with desolation. Mo Xiuchen had guessed right; Qi Meiling must have sent the photos to Xiaoxiao to let her know they had slept together.

A chill crossed Luo Haofeng’s eyes, so be it.

Since Qi Meiling wanted to marry him, he would grant her the wish to become the Young Mistress of the Qi family. The mockery at the corner of his mouth was replaced by a bloodthirsty expression; he would make Qi Meiling pay.