pjbooks Chapter 143 Dependent on Life and Death
Chapter 143 Dependent on Life and Death
The scene outside the windshield shifted to slow motion; her foot stepped onto the pavement, tapped lightly, withdrew, then stepped firmly again, before taking the second step.
He watched her every step.
Watch her every inch of movement.
Staring at the road surface that could collapse at any moment, the fallen gravel, and the rushing river.
Wen Yu bit his lip until it bled, the taste of blood spreading on his tongue, but he was completely unaware of it.
He experienced countless so-called important moments in his life.
Business negotiations, sword fights, high-speed car chases, and close calls—he has never been afraid, because he knows he has everything under control.
But at this moment, he has no control over anything.
He could only watch helplessly.
He watched as she used the hand he had held countless times to pave the way for him.
Watching her squat on the ground, using the most clumsy and simple method to find a way for the two of them to survive.
He wanted to rush down, to pull her back, to walk that path for her.
But reason held him back, telling him he couldn't, he couldn't act impulsively, he couldn't let things get any worse.
All he could do was pray.
He prayed to the god he never believed in.
Pray to all the things he disdained in his life.
He used all of his remaining, worthless possessions to ensure her safety.
Time was slowly torturing him, second by second.
ten seconds.
Thirty seconds.
I don't know how much time passed; it could be minutes or centuries.
Finally, he saw Su Qingyao walk to the other side.
Peace and integrity.
At that moment, tears streamed down his face.
After Su Qingyao steadied herself, she took a deep breath before turning around and waving at him.
Her eyes were red, her nose was red, but she was smiling.
"Come here, my little Yu Yu," she called out.
The sound was broken and intermittent by the wind.
"Slow down, follow my footprints."
Wen Yu sat in the driver's seat, staring at her footprints.
Two shallow, crooked lines were imprinted on the gray-white road surface.
He wondered what the baby was thinking when he was squatting there.
Am I wondering if this road is still passable? Or am I wondering when I might slip and fall?
She hadn't thought about anything else; she simply decided to do what she believed was right.
Her so-called optimal solution was to leave the safety to him and the uncertainty to herself.
Wen Yu's eyes were red to the core, and his heart was trembling uncontrollably.
Baby is such a... big idiot.
He pushed open the car door, and the moment his foot touched the ground, he suddenly laughed.
It doesn't matter. If something happens to Su Qingyao, he won't live on alone.
Wen Yu followed in Su Qingyao's footsteps step by step.
Su Qingyao on the other end was a hundred times more nervous than him.
With each step he took, she breathed a sigh of relief; with each slight pause he made, her face paled a little more.
The moment he finally passed safely, Su Qingyao rushed up and grabbed his wrist, running forward until they were completely away from that dangerous area. Only then did she give in and throw herself into his arms.
She hugged him so tightly that her whole body was trembling.
"Thank goodness, Wenyu!" Her voice was muffled in his chest, trembling with tears. "We're all alright, we're all safe."
Wen Yu didn't say anything, but hugged her back.
The force was so great that it felt like it was trying to knead her into her bones, into her pulse, into the very spot she had to pass through with every breath.
He wanted to scold her, to tell her not to do such a foolish thing again.
But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't say anything.
He recalled that half a month ago, at the Wen family villa, she asked him if he was hiding something from her.
He said no at the time.
Actually, it has always existed.
His love for him was etched into his very bones, to the point of madness, to the point of obsession.
He loved her so much that he wanted to be with her every day, every hour, every minute; he loved her so much that he would gladly give his life for her.
From the moment he met her, he foresaw his own fate.
But he never thought, much less dared to imagine, that such love would receive an almost equal response; he was already very content that the baby was willing to stay by his side.
But the baby doesn't just want to be by his side.
In a life-or-death situation, she chose him.
She was willing to give her life for him.
Such decisiveness and courage reside in her small frame.
Wen Yu was so overwhelmed by this love that his heart trembled violently. He was shaking all over, unable to express the shock he felt. All he could do was hold her tighter and tighter and tighter.
The river wind howled from the valley floor, ruffling his hair.
In his entire life, he had never experienced a father's love, and he had to beg for his mother's love. No one had ever treated him like that.
He put his own life behind him.
there has never been.
She felt a warm, damp sensation on her neck; it was Wen Yu's tears, and also Su Qingyao's.
After a long while, Wen Yu finally released her, his fingers sliding up her forearm, into her sleeve, and grasping her warm fingertips.
He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the deepest part of his chest.
"Su Qingyao".
He called her name with an unprecedented seriousness and earnestness.
"Don't do such risky things on your own again. It breaks my heart."
He stared into her eyes.
"If anything happens to you, I'll go with you—"
He stopped, not saying the word, because he knew the baby didn't like hearing it.
Su Qingyao, her eyes brimming with tears, looked up and glared at him fiercely upon hearing his words.
"Pah, pah, pah, it's all safe now. Don't say such unlucky things anymore. We'll all be fine."
The river wind howled, and the prayer flags fluttered in the wind.
Wen Yu stared intently at her, his gaze soft. "Baby, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Su Qingyao sniffed and tried to raise her chin.
"Since you are my fiancé, I have an obligation to protect you."
She paused, then suddenly smiled, a proud and radiant smile.
"Isn't your fiancée amazing? I'm not some delicate flower in a greenhouse that you can only protect. Besides, I'm a future physics whiz. What happened just now was within my calculations. I calculated the approximate weight-bearing capacity—"
Wen Yu lowered his head and silenced her chattering mouth.
You idiot, do you think this will make me feel better?
No, I will only love you more, want to protect you more, and never let you go.
This lifetime.
In the next life.
Lifetimes upon lifetimes.
The kiss was long.
It's long enough for the river wind to howl through the valley, for the prayer flags to flutter overhead, and for the setting sun to begin to sink behind the snow-capped mountains.
When Wen Yu finally released her, Su Qingyao's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
What are you doing?!
She muttered softly, her voice as gentle as melted candy, "I haven't finished speaking yet..."
Wen Yu smiled, raised his hand and gently tucked the stray strands of her hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear.
He recalled her expression just now.
The smug look in his eyes when talking about great physicists, the confident look on his face when discussing the scope of calculations.
Wen Yu sighed inwardly.
Forget it, it's just going to school, what's the big deal?
At worst, I'll just stay with them.
Be a tagalong, a bodyguard, a clingy person who's with you 24/7.
In any case, Su Qingyao cannot leave his sight.
Not even one step.
Wen Yu called a car to pick them up.
Su Qingyao climbed into the back seat, leaned against Wen Yu's shoulder, but kept her eyes looking out the car window.
In the distance, the SUV stood alone at the other end of the collapsed section of road.
The setting sun bathed it in a golden-red light, like a silent farewell.
"What's wrong, baby?" Wen Yu looked down at her, his fingers twirling a strand of her hair.
Su Qingyao pursed her lips.
"The camera was left in the car." Her voice softened. "What a pity... all the photos from the trip are there."
The morning mist over Ranwu Lake, the prayer flags in Linzhi, the side profile of him driving that she secretly photographed, and the ugly photo he took of her drooling in the passenger seat while she was asleep.
They were all on that car.
Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed her cheek. "Go to sleep."
"Maybe everything will be there when I wake up."
Su Qingyao looked up at him, "Then I'll wait~"
She snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, her voice muffled against his chest, carrying a hint of coquettishness at the end.
"Mr. Doraemon."
Wen Yu chuckled softly.