The man's voice was so heavy that it filled the entire study with a low pressure.
Every word was powerful and spoken with confidence, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Jing Yu was so angry at his overly arrogant and conceited attitude that he stared at him for a long while, his red lips moving several times, but he couldn't say a single word.
She took a deep breath, pushed the man away, and slid down from the desk. But before her feet touched the ground, Yu Zeyao grabbed her waist regardless. She couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head, and said coldly, "Mr. Yu, who are you to me?"
Her pleasant voice was cold, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes. She tried her best to restrain herself and reminded him, "In fact, we are not related at all. You have no right to restrict my freedom or influence my decision at will."
Jing Yu's eyes were stubborn.
There was a clear light in Yu Zeyao's eyes.
"I've let you go for too long." He opened his thin lips slightly, and the possessiveness in his eyes was stronger than ever. He grabbed her chin, lifted her face, and locked his eyes with hers, "Yu'er, you must remember what I say to you today - I will be your man, from now on, this moment on!"
He spoke every word with great emphasis, and his expression looked more serious than ever.
Jing Yu was shocked, and his eyes wavered as he looked at her, and waves of emotion appeared in his heart unconsciously. However, soon, he thought of the woman named Mo Huan again, and he seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and the ripples in his heart gradually dissipated.
She chuckled, "Mr. Yu is an adult, how could he have such a ridiculous idea? It's not that you unilaterally declare that you are my man and that we really have that kind of relationship. There is still the word 'mutual consent' in this world. What's more..."
At this point, she paused for a moment, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. She looked at her and continued, "I don't need a man like you who is indiscriminate, doesn't ask about my wishes, and tries to change my life and influence my decisions at will."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head to pry open his hand that was holding her chin. Yu Zeyao was very strong, so she couldn't pry it open at all. Instead, he lifted her face up again.
His eyes were smiling, but the smile was cold, and his handsome face was tinged with the domineering spirit of a high-ranking person. "Yu'er, the rule of this world is the survival of the fittest. The words 'mutual consent' only exist in your dictionary. For me, there is only 'submission'."
The word "surrender" was like a heavy stone pressing down on me.
Jing Yu looked at him. His might and strength that was above everyone else were all filled with a hard and cold cruelty, which made Jing Yu suddenly realize that this man was a cold and cruel politician. He was different from other men. He was a fanatical pursuer of power. He had long been accustomed to everyone bowing down to him and to controlling everything.
And she was probably just a little toy that he liked, to pass the time.
How could a man with supreme power tolerate the disobedience of his toys
While Jing Yu was thinking, her cell phone suddenly rang. Yu Zeyao looked at her, as if he had expected such a call from her, and his face was calm. He loosened her chin with his big hand and pulled the ringing cell phone out of her pocket neatly.
"Answer it." He said, handing the phone to her.
Jing Yu's eyelashes fluttered, and he lowered his eyes slightly. When he saw Professor Luo's number flashing on the screen, his heart suddenly felt cold, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.
Yu Zeyao glanced at her and could see the dark color in her eyes. He opened his phone, pressed the hands-free button, and threw it on the desk. He did not restrain her anymore, but took a step back and sat leisurely on the single sofa.
His straight legs were crossed together, his eyes were always fixed on her, and he felt cool inside.
Jing Yu sat at his desk without moving, and heard Professor Luo's voice coming from the phone.
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing? Why aren't you talking?"
Jing Yu took a while to move his lower lip and whispered a few words, "I'm here, teacher."
There was some weakness in her voice and her movements. She let out a breath and asked, "Did something go wrong with the trip to Mirisi?"
"That's true." Professor Luo said.
Jing Yu didn't even look at Yu Zeyao sitting opposite him, his eyelashes drooped.
Professor Luo explained: "The hospital said that it is not suitable for girls to go to Milisi this time, and you are in a special situation. After careful consideration, the hospital decided to let Xiaobo go in your place."
Such a result was already expected for Jing Yu at this moment.
Professor Luo seemed to sense her low mood and said, "Xiao Jing, the hospital knows that you are indeed in trouble. Don't be too sad about this matter. I have applied to the hospital to reduce your father's medical expenses as compensation for this temporary change of plan. As for Missisi, to be honest, it is not necessarily a bad thing that you can't go now. The epidemic there is getting more and more serious, and it is safer to stay in the country now."
Jing Yu knew that Professor Luo was trying to comfort her. She picked up the phone, turned off the speakerphone, replied with a few words, and then hung up again.
She sat silently on the desk holding her phone for a long time before finally moving - she slid down the desk and walked out of the study. She didn't stop for a single step, and when she passed someone sitting on the sofa, she didn't even glance at him, as if he was just a non-existent air.
And Yu Zeyao didn't stop her again.
He just stared at the increasingly dark twilight outside the window, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
He took out his cell phone and called Zhuang Yan.
"Sir." Zhuang Yan answered the call quickly.
"Take Jing Chaochen out of Beisiyuan Hospital and put him in my private hospital."
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
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the other side.
Jingrong had just finished his meal in the school cafeteria and was walking to the studio side by side with several male classmates.
A sports car drove straight towards him, blocking their way directly and domineeringly in front of them.
Jing Rong couldn't help but frown. With this ostentatious style, even without looking at the person in the driver's seat, Jing Rong guessed who the person was.
Sure enough, the car window rolled down, and that adorable smile was revealed, "Student Jing, I have something to talk to you about, get in the car."
Jing Rong felt that he must have owed him something in his previous life, which was why he was pestering her. Besides, it seemed that they had no other topics to talk about except his sister. Now that he came to her, he was probably going to talk about his sister again.
"Isn't this the one who was a model for us last time?" The classmates also recognized Wen Yanzhi.
Wen Yanzhi greeted them enthusiastically, and finally waved to Jing Rong, "Hurry up, get in the car, don't dawdle!"