pjbooks Chapter 110 Why are you only arriving now?
Chapter 110 Why are you only arriving now?
Wen Yu gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force.
The receiver carried the rustling of clothes, Su Qingyao's suppressed breathing, and Song Yunyan's sticky laughter.
Each syllable felt like a red-hot nail, hammering into his eardrums.
Blood rushed to his head.
How dare Song Yunyan!
How dare you touch her?!
It felt like something was exploding in his chest; rage mixed with panic threatened to tear his reason apart.
He roughly pressed the phone to his ear, grabbed the work phone with his other hand, and swiped the screen with trembling fingertips.
"Qin Yue! How are your men protecting her?! Weren't you told to keep them within five meters of her?!"
The moment the call connected, his voice was terribly hoarse.
"Physics Advanced Laboratory Building, Area A! Rush up there now, immediately, and bring her out unharmed! Cripple Song Yunyan on the spot!"
Before Qin Yue could respond, he turned around and grabbed the car keys from the front door.
The elevator was descending so slowly that every second felt like being slowly tortured.
Wen Yu kicked the metal door hard, the dull echo reverberating in the small space.
The moment the door opened, he rushed into the underground parking garage like a wild beast that had gone out of control.
The engine roared, tearing through the silence.
He got into the driver's seat, but his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the steering wheel.
His mind was filled with images of what she might have gone through—the touching, coercion, and harm he never even dared to imagine…
"Bang!"
He slammed his fist into the center of the steering wheel.
The piercing horn blared through the garage, and a sharp pain exploded in my knuckles, temporarily suppressing my boiling rage.
He took a deep breath and stepped on the gas.
The black sports car shot out of the underground parking garage like an arrow and violently merged into the traffic.
Qin Yue's voice came through the Bluetooth headset intermittently.
"I apologize, young master. It was my negligence. Our men are ready and in position, and are charging upwards."
"There's noise in the corridor of Area A. We heard a crashing sound and the sound of glass shards..."
"Song Yunyan's men were blocking the stairwell, but that's been dealt with."
......
Each report made Wen Yu's heart tighten and relax, but the fear did not subside; instead, it burned even more intensely.
He needs to see the baby with his own eyes.
Immediately, right away.
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Su Qingyao felt dizzy, and Song Yunyan's face flickered and overlapped in her vision.
His warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice laced with a sticky laugh.
"Qingyao, this is the strongest aphrodisiac... In just one minute, even the most chaste and virtuous woman will turn into a groveling dog."
Su Qingyao felt a churning in her stomach.
Nausea.
How could anyone be so disgusting?
She tried to raise her hand to slap him, but her arm was too weak to lift and was easily grasped by Song Yunyan.
He looked down at her flushed face, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and triumph.
"It must be painful, right? Don't hold back... You clearly want it too."
She just wanted to vomit.
Su Qingyao bit her tongue hard, the sharp pain piercing through the chaos and bringing back a moment of clarity.
We cannot fall here; we cannot let his wishes be fulfilled.
Taking advantage of his bent-over posture, she suddenly rammed her forehead into the bridge of his nose.
Song Yunyan groaned and released his grip.
Su Qingyao staggered backward, her peripheral vision catching sight of a fire extinguisher box against the wall, with a fire axe leaning against its lid.
The heat almost overwhelmed her consciousness, and she swayed as she moved toward the wall.
Song Yunyan grabbed her wrist and said fiercely, "Where do you think you're going?"
Su Qingyao grabbed the long-handled broom from the side of the box and swung it with all her might at his face.
The broom head grazed his cheekbone, leaving a red mark, and Song Yunyan instinctively flinched back.
Taking advantage of the moment, Su Qingyao rushed to the fire extinguisher box and gripped the cold axe handle.
The chill was biting, which brought her to her senses for a moment.
Unable to lift the axe, she could only slam the handle against the glass panel on the box.
"Crash—crash!"
The glass shattered with a loud crack, the sound particularly jarring in the empty corridor.
Song Yunyan's eyes darkened, and he moved closer again.
Su Qingyao bent down and pulled the manual alarm ring inside the fire extinguisher box. The piercing alarm blared instantly, and the red lights on the entire floor flashed wildly.
Then she grabbed the dry powder fire extinguisher, pulled out the safety pin, and aimed it directly at Song Yunyan who was rushing towards her.
White powder gushed out, covering him completely.
Caught off guard, Song Yunyan was sprayed so hard he couldn't open his eyes and coughed incessantly.
Seeing this, Su Qingyao threw away the empty can and ran away.
The smoke detector on the ceiling was triggered, and the automatic sprinkler heads started up with a roar, pouring down a curtain of icy water that instantly soaked the two of them.
The chill penetrated the skin, and the heat of the medicine was severely suppressed.
Su Qingyao shivered, but her rationality gradually returned.
She shook her dizzy head and turned to rush towards the stairwell.
Wet hair clung to my face, and icy water trickled down my back.
But she kept running.
She can't stop; Wen Yu will come, but she has to save herself before that happens.
Behind him was Song Yunyan's furious cursing, and in front of him was a staircase leading downwards.
Meanwhile, downstairs, a flurry of footsteps surged upwards.
It was getting closer and closer, louder and louder.
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The red light is blinding.
Wen Yu glanced at it, didn't let go of the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel sharply. The car narrowly drifted past the traffic, and the tires made a piercing scream.
Five or six minutes.
What is usually a ten-minute drive was turned into a desperate speeding race by him.
The roar of the engine blended with the booming of his chest.
The gates of Kyoto University rapidly loomed larger before my eyes.
Security guards rushed out to stop him, but Wen Yu crashed straight into the barrier, breaking it. His car scraped the gate and sped into the campus. With a sudden stop, the car spun out, leaving two charred arcs on the tires in front of the laboratory building.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he had already pushed open the door and jumped out.
"Mr. Wen! You can't—" The security guard tried to stop him.
Wen Yu shoved him away, his eyes blazing with malice. "Get lost!"
He rushed into the building and climbed the stairs three steps at a time.
Qin Yue's voice came through the earpiece: "Miss Qingyao is alright, our people have protected her, and Song Yunyan is being held to the ground—"
Wen Yu ripped off his headphones.
He doesn't need to listen now.
He needs to see.
He needed to touch her warm skin with his own hands to make sure those marks weren't on her, to make sure the panic in her eyes had faded, and to make sure she could still throw herself into his arms with a sly smile, just like before.
Turn the last staircase corner.
The figures were in disarray.
He spotted Su Qingyao at a glance.
She was squatting against the wall, soaked to the bone, her long hair clinging to her pale cheeks, her clothes still dripping wet.
Several bodyguards in black surrounded her, forming a barrier.
Outside the barrier, Song Yunyan was pinned to the ground by his bodyguards, covered in blood, especially his lower body, which was mangled.
His face contorted in pain, tears streaming down his face, yet when he saw Wen Yu, his eyes gleamed with defiance.
Wen Yu's gaze lingered on his face for a moment.
Then, it all fell on Su Qingyao.
He strode over, pushed aside the bodyguards, and stopped in front of her.
He was about to reach out his hand, but then he stopped; he didn't dare to touch it.
I'm afraid she'll break if I touch her.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times, and he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and almost torn.
"……Baby."
Su Qingyao slowly raised her eyes to look at him.
Those eyes, which were always bright and full of laughter, were now bloodshot and brimming with tears that threatened to spill over.
She bit her lower lip until it bled, and the blood congealed on her lips, making her face look even paler.
She looked at him, her eyelashes trembled, and large tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.
She lunged forward, using all her strength to crash into his arms.
His clothes were soaked through, and the cold and shivering were transmitted through him without any obstruction.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and trembled uncontrollably all over.
"Why... are you only arriving now...?"