Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Then it definitely needs to be thrown away, lest it distresses you to see it," Hao Jian declared decisively.

Qin Bing responded to Hao Jian's ruthlessness with silent sobs.

But Hao Jian, as if he had not noticed, continued, "What else did he leave behind?"

"Nothing left," Qin Bing said, her gaze flickering.

"Nothing left?" Hao Jian chuckled sardonically, nodding toward a pair of doll figurines: "These were also given by him, weren't they?"

Qin Bing's face turned pale, and she rushed at Hao Jian, reaching out to grab the figurine, but Hao Jian wasn't about to let her have her way, swiftly grabbing the doll in his hand.

"What, can't bear to part with it?" Hao Jian said, looking at Qin Bing with a sneer.

"You can smash everything else, but not this one. This pair of dolls was meant to be placed on our wedding cake, something he and I made together," Qin Bing pleaded with Hao Jian.

"Crack."

The pair of dolls was smashed to pieces, as Hao Jian glared at Qin Bing, "You don't have a wedding anymore, so you surely don't need this thing either."

Qin Bing was on the verge of tears.

After nearly half an hour of destruction, Hao Jian finally finished smashing everything that Qin Bing's ex-boyfriend had left behind.

By then, Qin Bing had the look of complete despondency on her face.

"Finally done with the smashing. I'll throw out this trash in a while. Honestly, what was your ex thinking, making such a mess of inane stuff? I'm tired from all the smashing," Hao Jian said exasperatedly.

"That's called romance, you don't understand a damned thing," Qin Bing retorted angrily.

"Romance is the cheapest thing in this world. Now that the romance is over, didn't that guy run off?" Hao Jian said mockingly.

Qin Bing fell silent again; although she didn't want to admit it, what Hao Jian said was indeed true.

In the end, she was left guarding a pile of useless romance, while the one who created the romance had long since vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Hao Jian couldn't bear to hit her with more harsh words: "I'm going to throw this stuff away; you just watch some TV by yourself for a bit."

Qin Bing nodded obediently like a little lamb, not daring to contradict Hao Jian.

And when Hao Jian returned, Qin Bing had already gone to take a shower.

Listening to the sound of the running water in the bathroom, Hao Jian was on pins and needles, annoyed at himself: This woman. Is she not the least bit cautious? What if some pervert shows up halfway through, won't she be in trouble? Moreover, with himself, a big, bad wolf around here, does she really think he's Liu Xiahui who can resist temptation?

This was mainly because Qin Bing believed he was truly gay, so she was this unguarded; otherwise, she might as well have castrated him.

"Hao Jian, can you grab my clothes for me? I forgot them," Qin Bing called out from the bathroom at that moment.

"Ah?" Hao Jian was instantly shocked, the hairs on his body standing on end: "You, you come out and get them yourself."

"Really, you know going out without clothes on will make one catch a cold," Qin Bing reproached him.

"Then put on clothes and come out," Hao Jian shouted back at the bathroom.

"That would be such a hassle, just grab them for me," Qin Bing cooed.

"Alright, where are they?" Hao Jian said with tears streaming down his face, big sister, are you trying to push me to death?

"In the third drawer of the wardrobe in my room," Qin Bing's voice came from the other side.

Hao Jian reluctantly entered Qin Bing's bedroom and opened the drawer.

"What's this?" But just then, Hao Jian saw something that made his pupils shrink suddenly, and he reached out his hand.

Immediately afterward, he picked up a shirt with Crayon Shin-chan on it, staring dumbfounded: "This woman has such an innocent side?"

Suddenly, Hao Jian felt a wicked amusement, took the article of clothing, and headed toward the bathroom.

"Open the door," Hao Jian shouted to the inside.

"The door isn't closed, come on in," Qin Bing said back.

Hao Jian responded with an "oh," then pushed open the door. But the scene that followed left him utterly dumbfounded.

"You... Why didn't you even draw the curtain?"

Hao Jian wanted to cry. He had initially thought Qin Bing had drawn the shower curtain, which is why he had entered without any hesitation.

Little did he know, Qin Bing would surprise him so greatly; it was a true test of his self-control.