When Jing Yu came back from visiting Jing Rong in the hospital, it was already evening. She was in a low mood and didn't even have dinner, so she went straight back to her bedroom.
Yu Zeyao had an important schedule that he could not postpone, and when he returned, it was already late at night.
The butler hurried out to greet him, "Good evening, sir."
"Is she asleep?" Yu Zeyao asked.
"Miss Jing has been in her room since she came back. She hasn't come down. She hasn't had dinner either."
"I see." Yu Zeyao raised his head and glanced upstairs, frowning slightly. She couldn't keep abusing her stomach like this.
"Ask the kitchen to prepare some simple, easy-to-digest meals and have them served shortly."
After giving the order, he went upstairs.
She went back to her room, took a shower, and changed her clothes before going to the bedroom next door. She locked herself in the room and couldn't open it from the outside. Yu Zeyao asked the servant to bring the key and then he successfully opened the door.
Inside, she was curled up on the sofa. She was only wearing a thin nightgown, with nothing covering her body. At this moment, she must have had a nightmare, and she was sleeping very restlessly. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a layer of fine cold sweat on her forehead. As if seeking a sense of security, she hugged herself tightly with her arms, but she was shivering all the time.
Yu Zeyao looked at her like this, his heart tightened, he leaned over and patted her shoulder gently, "Yu'er, wake up."
She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. Yu Zeyao patted her but failed to wake her up. Instead, she pushed his hand away randomly, "No... No..."
He couldn't bear to see her tortured by the dream, so he simply bent over and picked her up from the sofa. He turned around and sat on the sofa, letting her sit on his lap. Her tense body rested on his shoulders, vaguely feeling a sense of security, and she relaxed a little. The hands that were originally holding her loosened, and instinctively wrapped around the man's waist.
This small gesture, full of attachment, warmed Yu Zeyao's heart. The corners of his lips rose unconsciously, and for the first time he felt that happiness was such a simple thing. Just letting her hug him gently, without doing anything, he felt that the exhaustion from socializing and the intrigue in the political arena were not worth mentioning.
His palm touched her still unconscious cheek, and he wanted to comfort her, but her eyebrows suddenly furrowed again, and she held his hand tightly. The next moment, her lips parted slightly, and a cry of pain and struggle came out: "Sheng Yi..."
These two words shocked the man, and all the smiles on his face froze. How happy he felt just now, now he felt how ridiculous. Those two words were like a slap in his face.
turn out to be…
She still can't get over the man who abandoned her.
turn out to be…
Her hug and her attachment just now were not to herself, but to the man who abandoned her!
This was not the first time I heard these two words from her mouth, but this time, they were much more harsh than the last time.
She really liked him so much, so much so that even if he left her, he would still appear in her dreams and still occupy such an important place in her heart!
A surge of jealousy surged uncontrollably into his chest, squeezing out the strong but unrequited emotions that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, transforming them into deep resentment and unwillingness.
He pinched her chin and lifted her face up, "Jingyu, open your eyes and take a good look at who is the man holding you now!"
Every word was pronounced with great emphasis.
The force on his hands was also very strong.
Jing Yu was pinched and felt pain, so he finally opened his eyes. What he saw was the man's gloomy and angry face.
She was still half asleep and half awake. Not knowing what was going on, she subconsciously tried to push away his hand that was hurting her. However, Yu Zeyao held her chin tighter, not letting her move, and asked in a deep voice, "Who am I?"
Jing Yu felt heavy in his mind and heart at this moment.
She just had a dream, in which she dreamed of many, many people from her past.
This man had just entered her dream. She felt his breath and felt much more comfortable. But the next moment, his face somehow turned into Liang Shengyi again...
The family used to be harmonious, but now it is broken, things have changed, her father is paralyzed, Jingrong is seriously injured, Liang Shengyi has abandoned her. She feels like a boat drifting in the sea, helpless and can only let the waves hit her, without a sense of stability, and she doesn't know where she will go in the future.
My heart was filled with a sense of loss. Seeing Yu Zeyao looking at me so coldly, I couldn't help feeling even more depressed.
"You pinched me and it hurt." She used a little more strength and tried to take his hand down.
Yu Zeyao frowned, leaned over, held her lips and kissed her hard, with a sense of venting and punishment. There was no pity, nor the usual tenderness. Jing Yu was sensitive to it, and felt a little cold in his heart.
This man was moody and she couldn't see through his heart at all.
She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. However, the more she resisted, the rougher he became. He grabbed her hands with one hand and pulled her behind her back, and with the other hand he held her hips and lifted her up. His thin lips were always blocking her lips, pressing her heavily against the wall.
The force was so strong that Jingyu's back hit the cold wall and he winced in pain.
She was even more angry at his brutality and arrogance, and struggled with her hands, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her hands. Her hands were left with red marks, but he never loosened his grip even a little bit.
Kissing her lips, eventually turning into nibbling and biting, causing her to feel more and more pain.
This man...
Something was wrong tonight.
It was totally different from the tender and affectionate look when he kissed me yesterday.
"Yu Zeyao, let me go!" Jing Yu finally managed to break free from his kiss and regain his voice. His lips were already red and swollen. He raised his legs to kick him, but his tall body easily suppressed his legs.
"I've already warned you, don't say that to me again!" He looked down at her from above, his eyes cold with jealousy. "Jing Yu, you have to understand that if I don't want to let go of you, no one can do anything to me, including you!"
He spoke the last three words with great emphasis, with a loud sound. His arrogant and sharp look was a world of difference from his usual expressionless appearance, which was shocking.
He had never been jealous of any man. But now, Liang Shengyi was just a stray dog exiled by him, but he was jealous to death!
Such a domineering declaration made Jing Yu's eyes suddenly become much colder.
She hated the feeling of being controlled by him, as if she was just a toy - a toy without life, without pain, and without needing to be respected.