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"Let go," Weilan said in a deep voice.
Lu Heyan's heart trembled, chilled by Weilan's icy demeanor.
"Weilan, wait before leaving," Lu Heyan looked at Uncle Li, "Uncle Li, please step out for a moment."
Uncle Li glanced at Weilan, who nodded.
Uncle Li left.
Weilan said coldly, "Let go."
Resigned, Lu Heyan let go of her hand.
He looked at Weilan, his brows furrowed and his eyes deep with desire for her.
He said, word by word, "I won't compete with you for the Lu Family's corporation. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
"Is this something you think you can just give because you want to?" Weilan asked with a cold laugh, angry at the thought of how he had almost forced her several times.
"I just like you, Weilan. There's nothing wrong with that."
"But your forceful methods are disgusting. That's not liking, that's possessiveness," Weilan said sternly.