All Chapters of Holding Onto His Distorted Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A cold smile appeared on his face as he asked her back, "Didn't expect me, right?" Qin Yue finally managed to stable herself, this man was really here and he was now her boss. How did it happen like this? Thousand questions struck her mind. When did he return to Beijing? When did he take over NC? Why did he poach me? What the hell is going on? "You…How could it be you?" she asked him with a hint of disdain in her tone. The beautiful smile on the man's face vanished within a fraction of seconds before the temperature of the room suddenly fell down. Coldness and fury emitted from the man's body and he looked at her with frosted gaze. "Don't tell me that you don't remember my oath!" he asked with a calm yet murderous tone.  Goosebumps started to flood her body. She clearly remembered his oath; she co

Since it was the night and she had been in the office for the whole evening An Zihao took her to have some dinner and they ended up in a Japanese restaurant. An Zihao took the menu and choosed some random dishes which all happened to be her favorite food to eat. Qin Yue was pleasantly surprised as she asked him, "You still remember my favorite dishes?"  An Zihao could only smile at her question. Memories were not meant to be painful, it was all about the perspective. Qin Yue had been suffering painfully for the last few days and didn't want her reunion with her old mate to be a bad memory either. So, she stole a glance at him; the meek little boy she knew has long disappeared and in front of her was a well built and a deviously charming young man.  She smiled and taking a sip of water asked, "So, what have you been doing lately?" An Zihao was in the middle

Li Jin was not a healthy child back then, he was just six months old when he caught pneumonia and nearly escaped death and since then he was pampered by his whole family. He was spoilt to the extent that he grew really stubborn and his temper was not good either. As he grew old it was getting harder to handle him and his ever-changing temper. Han Mufeng angrily spout, "Li Jin, I have had enough, are you still not satisfied? You were meant to take over your father's business but you gave up on it and insisted on being a mere manager to be close to that girl. You are no regular guy, you are the hire of the Han family and a descendant of Li family! I allowed you to stoop down to this low for that woman and still you are causing me trouble? Is she more important than me?" Yes, he was no ordinary guy! He was the precious child of the Li- Han family, the child who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth yet he was suffering as a

Li Jin felt as if lighting had struck him when he heard Lu Sheng's demand, did he just say that he wants Qin Yue or were his ears deceiving him? The video continued with a hesitant voice of Han Mufeng saying, "Mr. Lu I can promise you anything but not her." Lu Sheng was silent before a cold smirk appeared on his handsome face, "Qin Yue seems to be more important than the company." Han Mufeng kept quiet, seemingly not knowing what to say. Suddenly the temperature of the room seemed to drop as the man in front of him started to emit a dangerous aura. The smile on Lu Sheng's face disappeared as, without waiting for another second, he continued in a murderous tone, "So, Mr. Han won't hand her over to me? Fine, I have my ways which are even more ruthless. It is an undeniable fact that after devastating Golden Age I will naturally acquire a hold on every single artist in it. Either way I will get what I need." 

She merrily clicked it open but as soon as she saw what it held her smile vanished; that picture contained Lu Sheng having dinner with a… young woman. The pictures were not clear as it seemed to be clicked from a distance but she still could figure out Lu Sheng's flawless features. The young woman had a sweet smile on her face as she knitted her eyes with his whereas Lu Sheng donned his usual stone face but they still managed to look happy and loving. Qin Yue averted her gaze from the screen and tightened her grip on the phone; she knew that rest of the photos would be more hurtful but she still saw them one by one. As expected they looked closer as the gallery preceded, some of the images were of them chatting happily, some of them toasting, there were even some in which she was whispering something in his ears. More worse was the video in which they seemed to be strolling in a park when suddenly the woman stopped an