As soon as he pulled out her fingers, she tried to stuff her other hand in. Tang Yu held her other hand as well. She seemed to not want to see him, and had been keeping her eyes tightly closed. Now that he was holding both of her hands, she struggled with all her strength, trying to get out of his control. She really used a lot of strength, and in a short while, her snow-white wrist was pulled red.
"Enough, Xingxing!" Unable to bear it any longer, Tang Yu growled, pinched her chin with one hand, and lifted her face up, "Listen carefully—you can hate anyone you want, you can punish anyone you want, but you can't do this to yourself!"
Song Zhixing trembled her wet eyelashes and opened her eyes with difficulty.
"Don't you want to bite something? Bite me." He said, and put his finger between her teeth. Song Zhixing turned away and spit out his finger. Tang Yu deliberately tried to reach out again, but she pushed him away, and tears burst out of his eyes.
Tang Yu's expression was up and down. He sat down beside the bathtub, "Since you don't want to bite, then take a bath."
As he spoke, he started to take off her clothes. Song Zhixing instinctively cried and pushed him away, but Tang Yu seemed to not feel her resistance at all. With a little force, he tore off her shirt. He grabbed the shower head and poured it over her head. His actions were almost rough.
"Tang Yu, you bastard!" Song Zhixing was choked by his saliva and felt even more aggrieved. He clenched his fist and punched him.
He didn't resist or stop her, he just pulled her underwear off and threw it far away. Then he grabbed the towel and wiped her body. He had no expression on his face the whole time.
The more this happened, the more Song Zhixing broke down emotionally. It was as if she had been holding it in for a long time and finally had a chance to vent. She didn't hold it in like she had just now. She hit him like crazy, "Go away! Go away! Don't touch me!"
As soon as she said this, her voice broke.
This is what Tang Yu wanted! She was holding back, not speaking, even holding back her tears, because he was afraid that she would get sick.
Tang Yu picked her up from the bathtub with pity and put her on his lap. She hit him, but he just held her tightly, "Go ahead, Xingxing, if it makes you feel better, you can do whatever you want!"
His lips gently caressed the top of her head.
Song Zhixing lost all her strength in an instant. She clenched her fists tightly and pressed against his chest. She leaned on his shoulders, cried out, and burst into tears. Her fingertips dug into his flesh.
For a long time, the only sound coming from the bathroom was the girl's sad and miserable crying.
Downstairs, Sister Li and the housekeeper heard it, and their hearts were in their throats. It was the first time they heard the young lady cry so miserably.
——
She didn’t know how long she cried, but it was so long that her whole body was twitching, she was gasping for breath, and coughing violently.
Tang Yu was afraid that she would have a seizure, so he patted her back gently, like coaxing a child, to help her breathe. Finally, he let her cry, grabbed a towel to dry her body, wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her out of the bathroom.
She sat on the bed, Tang Yu took her pajamas, squatted down, and patiently put them on her.
Song Zhixing knew that there would never be another Tang Yu in this world; and there might never be anyone who would treat her as well as he did...
There were some things that she really... really would rather never know... but, in the end, she couldn't avoid it.
"…Is it true?" She pressed her fingers on his shoulders and finally spoke, her voice hoarse.
Tang Yu paused for a moment while buttoning her pajamas, without looking up at her. She sniffed and finally asked with great effort, "Did my father... die at the hands of your mother? My mother also..."
It seemed as if a lot of effort was spent on those few words, but in the end, they were not finished.
He breathed heavily and did not answer immediately, but buttoned the last button of her shirt carefully.
Song Zhixing wanted to hear him deny it immediately, even if it was a lie to her.
She was willing to believe him even though he lied to her, but his silence made her feel more and more panicked and cold...
After a while...
He let go of her and a word came out of his lips, "Yes."
Although he knew the result would be like this, Song Zhixing still felt as if the sky was falling when he heard him say this word.
Deep in my heart, the last pillar supporting me seemed to collapse at this moment.
"You're lying!" Song Zhixing shook his head wildly, not daring to believe this fact. "You all told me that my mom...my mom left to save my great grandfather...my dad...my dad died of illness! He wasn't killed! No, it can't be!"
Tang Yu knew that this fact was too cruel for her. However, when the truth was in front of him, he could not lie to her anymore. Some things had to be faced. Lies could not last a lifetime. But they were going to spend a lifetime together.
Song Zhixing wished that Tang Yu would smile and tell her that it was just a joke or just a dream. However, Tang Yu squatted in front of her without saying a word, just staring at her solemnly.
Her heart sank again and again, reaching the bottom of the valley. She burst into tears, "If you knew all this, why did you marry me? Why?"
"Marrying you is my business, and has nothing to do with anything else." Tang Yu looked serious.
"It has nothing to do with anything?" She laughed, but tears came out of her eyes. "Tang Yu, your mother killed my father, forced my mother to death, and caused my family to be broken up when I was young. How can you say the word 'it has nothing to do with anything'?"
Tang Yu held her wrist tightly, his eyes more serious than ever before: "We are already married, you are my wife now, and I am your husband. Xingxing, you can hate anyone, but don't think about divorce or leaving! I can't let you go!"
Song Zhixing couldn't accept this fact. If she married Tang Yu, she would have to recognize Su Fengjin as her "mother-in-law", which made her feel uncomfortable. Moreover, every one of them was the murderer who protected her father!
She twisted her hands and struggled hard, trying to pull her hands out of Tang Yu's palm. However, Tang Yu held her hand tightly and did not let go at all. Song Zhixing took a breath, looked at Tang Yu, and said with clenched teeth: "Let go!"
That look was so unfamiliar that it made his heart sink with pain.
Tang Yu carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt. "I'll ask Sister Li to bring the food upstairs."
She looked at him sadly, "Tang Yu, do you want to put me under house arrest too?"
"Just wait upstairs obediently." Tang Yu didn't answer him directly, but stroked her tear-soaked cheek, his eyes becoming deeper and more complicated. The next moment, without saying anything else, he stood up and prepared to go out. Song Zhixing looked at the back, suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes dark, "Go call the police."