The two were not too far away from each other. Yu Zeyao stood at the door and could clearly see a thin layer of mist floating in her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with disappointment and hurt.
He clenched his hands at his sides, then unclenched them and clenched them again.
A simple word "yes" had never felt so heavy to him before. It was so heavy that he couldn't even say it after taking a few deep breaths.
"Don't say anything more!" His silence made Jing Yu feel dead inside. He grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, "Leave, leave now!"
Yu Zeyao didn't hide. He stretched out his hands and caught the pillow firmly.
Jing Yu seemed to be in extreme pain. He got off the bed barefoot and pushed him out the door uncontrollably.
The next moment, the door slammed shut.
The heavy door separated him and her.
That heavy sound hit both of their hearts at the same time. At the same time...
It closed the hearts of two people.
Outside the door, Yu Zeyao gasped heavily and punched the wall hard. His hand was bloody, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Already numb.
Inside the door, Jing Yu leaned against it woodenly. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to restrain her tears from overflowing from her eyes, but when she squatted down, her tears still fell uncontrollably on the floor.
——
Yu Zeyao drove his car at full speed in the night, speeding up to 150 km/h, but there was no sign of slowing down, instead it was getting faster and faster.
He drove all the way to Wen Yanzhi's place. Wen Yanzhi had just fallen asleep when he was asked to go downstairs by the servant. He was shocked to see Yu Zeyao suddenly visiting in the middle of the night.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Yanzhi could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Yu Zeyao.
Yu Zeyao didn't say anything, but went straight into the restaurant of his villa, and then went down to the cellar as if he knew the way. Wen Yanzhi yelled, "Hey, you're already drunk, why are you still drinking?"
The only answer he got was silence.
Wen Yanzhi sighed and instructed the servant beside him, "Go prepare a decanter and two wine glasses."
"Yes, Master Wen."
After a while, Yu Zeyao came out of the wine cellar. He didn't say a word. He didn't even use a decanter, but poured the wine directly into the glass.
Wen Yanzhi glanced at him several times, looked at him, and then saw the wound on his hand.
"What happened?" Wen Yanzhi looked at it leisurely, "Did you smash it yourself?"
Yu Zeyao only took a sip of wine, sat down on the sofa, and did not reply. His eyes fell heavily out the window, extremely gloomy.
Wen Yanzhi was sensitive enough to notice something was wrong, "Did you have a quarrel with your Jingyu? You had an erection all night long..."
Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking because of a cold look from Yu Zeyao.
Wen Yanzhi raised his hands in surrender, "I won't say any more."
Yu Zeyao stared at Wen Yanzhi steadily, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Jing Chaochen is awake."
Wen Yan was stunned.
Then he asked, "Jing Yu knows everything?"
Yu Zeyao said nothing.
Wen Yanzhi straightened his face and said in a cold voice: "This is a political struggle. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The fact that Jing Chaochen is still alive is the best outcome."
"Politics is cold and ruthless, but people are not." Yu Zeyao clenched his glass. "She is not from the inner circle, and she will never understand the helplessness of a life-and-death struggle. Jing Chaochen is her father, a father she admires and loves deeply. Her once happy family has now ended up like this, and she will never be able to let it go."
"But you are not the one who is responsible for this matter. She cannot put all the blame on you."
"It was not initiated by me, but it was approved by me."
"You didn't know you would fall in love with her at that time!" Wen Yanzhi said, "If you knew you would fall in love with her, would you still allow this to happen?"
Yu Zeyao did not respond to Wen Yanzhi's words.
Would he acquiesce? Of course not. The appearance of some people meant to him to protect her, not to hurt her or push her away.
Yu Zeyao took a sip of wine, and at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
This is a private number. Only close friends like Zhuang Yan can call here now.
He just answered it, and a solemn voice came from the other end, "Sir, the key has been found!"
"Where did you find it?"
"Today, when the servants were cleaning Miss Jing's room, they found a golden lock. We suspect that this golden lock is the key. We may need you to come over."
Yu Zeyao hung up the phone and put down his glass. "I have something to do. I'll leave first."
"What's wrong?" Wen Yanzhi stood up.
"I found the key." Yu Zeyao took a step forward, then thought of something and turned back: "Please help me spread the word and tell everyone that the key is with me."
Wen Yanzhi frowned, "It's too dangerous for you to do this!"
Anyone who gets the key will choose not to reveal the news. You know, once they get this thing, assassins from home and abroad will come to their door, and they will inevitably become a sitting duck.
"I have my considerations, just do as I say."
"What the hell are you considering?" Wen Yanzhi was a little anxious. "You are clearly trying to divert their fighting power and prevent them from dealing with Jing Chaochen."
"Aren't you and Jing Rong friends? Do you want them to deal with Jing Chaochen?" Yu Zeyao glanced at him.
Wen Yan was stunned.
After a long while, he said, "I really don't want anything to happen to you, but I also don't want anything to happen to you."
"With so many people following me, what can possibly happen to me?" Yu Zeyao reminded him before leaving, "The most important thing for you now is to take good care of Jingrong."
Take care of shit!
That boy already has a woman to take care of him, why would he be of any use? !
———
Jing Yu couldn't sleep that night, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
By daybreak, the fever had subsided, but the pain in my body seemed to be slowly awakening. The pain was excruciating as soon as I moved my legs.
She sat up, hugging the quilt, and moved her hand to the bedside, wanting to drink some water. Her eyes immediately caught sight of the pills on the bedside.
Contraceptive pills.
Apparently, he stayed here.
She laughed mockingly. Fortunately, he was not so crazy as to force her to give birth to a child for him. Jing Yu touched the pill, peeled off the tin foil, and swallowed the pill.
The two small pills were so bitter that it pierced her heart, just like her heart at the moment.
After taking the medicine, she came out of the room and walked downstairs. The whole house was still very quiet. She opened the refrigerator, made porridge for herself, wrapped herself in a cloak, opened the door and walked out of the villa.
The wind outside was cold, but it made her feel comfortable. If a person stayed in a deserted room for a long time, he would get sick sooner or later.
"Ms. Jing." The bodyguard at the door greeted her.
She nodded slightly, "When Mr. Yu came yesterday, did he tell you when I could go see my father?"
"Mr. Yu never explained, but Mr. Yu just called and said that if you want to go to work, you can be allowed to go back to work in the hospital."
There are updates, still being written.