Outside, it was dark.
In the room, Song Zhixing didn't turn on the lights. He just sat stiffly on the bed, motionless, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
Tang Yu walked in and saw her in the light from outside. His heart was filled with waves and his throat felt dry.
She raised her hand and turned on the light. The strong light made her extremely uncomfortable. Her red and swollen eyes squinted in pain, and her face tilted slightly to one side. Because of crying, her eyes were now red and swollen like two walnuts.
Tang Yu glanced at her, put the food aside, and said, "Go wash your face and come eat."
Song Zhixing's pale lips moved, "... I can't eat."
The four words were uttered with a voice as weak as a mosquito, as if floating from a distant abyss, or like a wisp of smoke that would disappear with a gust of wind.
Completely, disappeared in his world...
Tang Yu held his hands at his side, clenched them, and said patiently, "Eat even if you can't."
Song Zhixing bit her lip and pretended not to hear him. She lowered her head sullenly and did not respond to him.
How could Tang Yu be the kind of person who would let her ignore him? Moreover, he hated the feeling of being out of control at this moment. He pressed the remote control, set up the small table on the bed, and put the food in place. The next moment, he forcibly held her little face, lifted her up, scooped rice with a spoon and fed it to her lips. Song Zhixing was about to push him away, but the next moment, Tang Yu held her wrist with one hand. He easily twisted her hands behind her back. His broad chest came straight at her, pressing her, and his dark and complicated eyes stared at her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Song Zhixing, I've said before, you can do whatever you want to me, but you can't do anything to yourself. If you want to go on a hunger strike, you have to ask for my consent!" Tang Yu spoke every word heavily, his breath spraying on her face.
Song Zhixing looked at the man in front of him, his heart twisted into a ball, "Do you know how cruel you are?"
"Things have come to this point... and you still ask me to be like a normal person, eat normally, sleep normally, and even... be with you normally?" Song Zhixing's hand broke free from his wrist. She grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against her chest, her voice hoarse as if it was broken, "Second Uncle, my heart is alive, with flesh and blood. I know how to be grateful and I will be moved by you. But... I will also feel pain and hatred."
"Let me torture you, but do you think... can I really do anything to you?" She sniffed, as if helpless, and the hand holding his wrist was trembling, "Second Uncle, what can I do to you? I can't do anything to you..."
She shook her head randomly, asking herself and answering: "You are my heaven, my earth, and my everything. What can I do to you?"
Tang Yu's hand pressed hard on her chest. All the pain in her heart seemed to be transmitted to his heart through his palm, which made his heart feel unbearable pain. He put down the spoon, hugged her tightly to his chest, and rested his chin heavily on the top of her head.
"Xingxing, I won't force you to accept all this right away. But... promise me, don't leave me." The always arrogant Second Master of the Tang family, at this moment, said something with a hint of pleading. He held her hand, put it to his lips, and kissed her lovingly and sadly, "Give us another chance, give our marriage another chance. Okay?"
Every word he said was like a temptation to Song Zhixing. If Su Fengjin hadn't done something so unforgivable, maybe... she would really nod her head.
Song Zhixing leaned on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. After a while, he closed his eyes and spoke as if he had made up his mind: "Uncle, I want to go back to my grandfather..."
Tang Yu was shocked. The hand pressing on her lower back tightened. Finally, he said in a suppressed tone: "This is your home. You can't go anywhere else except here."
He brought her back!
Let her come back to me!
How can I let go
She grabbed his shirt with her fingers, looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and pleaded in a broken voice, "Let me go. Tang Yu, let me leave here... I want to find my grandpa..."
Tang Yu held her hand tightly, so tightly that the veins were faintly visible.
He ran his fingers through her hair and held her broken face in his hands. "Give me a reason to find him."
"When people are hurt, they need to find a safe place to lick their wounds. Now I have nowhere to go except grandpa's... right?"
Nowhere to go.
These four words stung Tang Yu deeply.
However, there is really nowhere to go, and Li Qiming's place is definitely not a good place to go!
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Tang Yu's hand slid down from her face, "Let's eat first."
"Tang Yu..."
Tang Yu acted as if he didn't hear her, and didn't even look at her, "After dinner, I'll take you out for a walk to relax..."
"Tang Yu, let me go..." Song Zhixing's voice became louder and louder. In order to let this man truly hear the voice in her heart, she even stood up from the bed, stood barefoot on the carpet, staring at him stubbornly, "You can't keep me under house arrest. Tomorrow... I'm leaving. I'm leaving here, leaving the Tang family..."
Tang Yu's eyebrows jumped.
With a loud 'bang', the bowl in his hand was put back on the table. He put so much force that the table shook and the bowl almost broke.
Song Zhixing met his gloomy gaze, her heart trembled, and her hands hanging at her sides subconsciously clenched. She was not without fear of Tang Yu like this.
The next moment, Tang Yu's cold voice rang in his ears, "Song Zhixing, stop being wishful thinking like a fool!"
Song Zhixing looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't understand. What does it mean to be wishful thinking
Tang Yu stood up from the bed and looked down at her, "You treat them as your family, but does Li Qiming really treat you as your family?"
Her pale lips trembled, "... What do you want to say?"
He looked at her with eyes that seemed to penetrate her whole body. To Song Zhixing at this moment, every word he said next was absolutely cruel.
"Li Qiming knows everything that happened back then better than anyone else. You hate me and everyone in the Tang family for being an accomplice in covering up this matter. But what about your grandfather and your aunt? How can they get out of this?"
Song Zhixing fluttered her eyelashes and her lips trembled. She wanted to say something to respond to him and defend her grandfather and aunt, but she found that her throat was blocked and she couldn't utter a word.
[There will be updates later, still writing.]