pjbooks Chapter 165 Don't Make Me Hate You
Chapter 165 Don't Make Me Hate You
"Wen Yu," Su Qingyao said, her voice hoarse, "let me go."
He suddenly tightened his grip on her arm.
"I won't let go." His voice was muffled, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "The baby will run away."
"I won't run."
"That's a lie."
He looked up at her. His eyes were filled with undisguised madness and vulnerability, and were frighteningly red.
"You're going to the airport, you're leaving me, I can't let you go, or you'll run away."
Su Qingyao opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but he didn't give her the chance.
Wen Yu leaned down and kissed him.
It wasn't the gentle kiss that wiped away tears just now.
It was a fierce, possessive kiss that almost took her breath away. He seemed to want to devour her whole, proving in this way that she was still there, still in his arms.
Su Qingyao instinctively tried to push him away, but as soon as she raised her hand, he grabbed it with one hand.
A soft metallic clang.
He pulled up the gold chain on her wrist and fixed it somewhere above her head, leaving her unable to move and forced to endure the ever-deepening kiss.
"Wenyu...!"
Her voice was swallowed up by him.
His kisses slid from his lips to his chin, from his chin to his neck, and all the way down.
He lifted the hem of her dress and reached inside, his calloused fingertips tracing her skin with a morbid reverence.
Su Qingyao's breathing became erratic.
Anger was replaced by a different, unfamiliar emotion. She hated the physical reactions she was having, yet she couldn't control them.
"Wenyu, stop!"
She was panting, her voice trembling.
"You're injured! Your ribs are still broken, are you trying to kill yourself?!"
Wen Yu raised his head, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, yet they held a mad tenderness.
"Baby," he gently stroked her face, "I'll make you happy. We'll stay here forever, you'll stay with me forever, okay?"
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again.
Su Qingyao's struggles were in vain. The chain left faint red marks on her wrists, and tears streamed down her face, but her body was uncontrollably drawn to his fingertips.
She bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound.
But when the wave of dizziness hit, she couldn't hold back and a sob escaped from between her teeth.
With dazed eyes, she thought it was about to end, but Wenyu didn't stop.
He struggled to take off his pants, his movements slowed by the pain in his ribs, but he stubbornly continued.
His breathing was clearly abnormal, rapid and shallow, and his face was frighteningly pale, but he still wanted to continue.
He wanted to make sure she was still there through these actions.
I'm sure she won't leave.
He was certain she was his.
Seeing his appearance, Su Qingyao felt heartbroken and tears streamed down her face.
"Wenyu, stop..." Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible. "You can't do this, you can't... your life will be in danger..."
Wen Yu ignored it all.
His hands were trembling, his whole body was shaking, but he still bent down, wanting to continue.
Seeing that he was beginning to stagger and his face was as white as paper, Su Qingyao closed her eyes and shouted out the last word with all her might—
"Wen Yu, don't make me hate you!"
hatred.
This word is like a needle, piercing straight into the deepest part of Wenyu's heart.
He froze completely.
All movements stopped instantly.
He lowered his head and looked at her.
Looking at her disheveled appearance—messy hair, red eyes from crying, red marks on her wrists from the chain, and a look of impending collapse.
The scene slowly overlapped with a scene from more than a decade ago.
Ruan Xinhe.
His mother.
She was just as miserable, just as desperate, just as imprisoned, just as demanded of, just as suffocated by love.
And he is becoming that person, the one he hates to the core.
Wen Yu felt a sudden, intense dizziness. He released his grip and staggered back a step.
His hands were shaking so badly that it took him a long time to get dressed. He bent down and, with trembling hands, pulled her clothes up and covered her with the blanket.
When he untied the bindings on her wrists, he saw the red marks, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
He wanted to hug her.
He reached out his hand, but stopped in mid-air, not daring to bring it down.
"Baby."
His voice was so hoarse it sounded inhuman.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Tears streamed down his face and landed on the sheets.
"Don't hate me...don't hate me..."
He kept repeating it, like a drowning person.
I love you, I love you.
Su Qingyao felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
Her Wen Yu, the one who always protected her, the one who smiled and said "I'll listen to you, baby," the one who, even when he was crazy, couldn't bear to really hurt her, was now curled up in front of her, at a loss, not daring to even touch her.
Like a trapped beast that has done something wrong and is afraid of being abandoned.
Suddenly, she couldn't care about anything else.
Ignoring my anger, my grievances, and the burning pain in my wrist.
She rushed over and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Wenyu, Wenyu, my Wenyu—"
She burst into tears, her tears falling onto his shoulder and his pale face.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?!"
Wen Yu froze for a moment as she hugged him, then slowly raised his hand and embraced her in return.
It was very light and handled with care, as if it were a precious treasure that would break at the slightest touch.
"I'm not afraid..."
His voice was broken and weak, "Don't be afraid, baby, I won't do anything to you... I won't..."
Before he could finish speaking, his hand suddenly fell to his side.
He collapsed into her arms.
"Wenyu?"
Su Qingyao froze.
"Wenyu!"
She shook him, but he didn't react. She felt a warm, wet sensation on her abdomen and raised her hand.
My hands were covered in blood.
Bright red, glaring, and still warm from body blood.
"Is anyone there?!"
Her screams rang out in the empty room.
"Is anyone there?! Help him! Help Wenyu!!"
No one responded.
She shouted again and again, her throat cracking, her vocal cords feeling like they were being torn apart, but the only response she received was her own echo and Wen Yu's increasingly faint breathing.
Su Qingyao suddenly realized that this was an isolated island that Wen Yu had built for her, and only he could enter it.
There is no one else here, no cell phones, and no way to contact the outside world except for the communication device at the entrance and the food provided to them.
But she can't get out now; she's locked up.
She looked down at her wrists, at the golden handcuffs and thin chains that connected her to the bed.
She had struggled so hard that her wrists were scraped raw, and blood stained the golden edges.
Wen Yu's face grew paler and paler, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
Su Qingyao gritted her teeth; she couldn't wait any longer.
She struggled to move herself out from under Wen Yu, and with each movement, she could feel his blood soaking through her clothes, warm and then cooling.
She dared not use force, fearing she might hurt him again, but she had to be quick.
Little by little, she finally moved out from under him.
She knelt on the ground, looking at the golden handcuffs on her wrists. The chain wasn't long; it was enough for her to get out of bed and move around the bedside, but not enough to reach the doorway.
Su Qingyao took a deep breath and stared at her right hand.
Then, she grasped her right thumb with her left hand, closed her eyes, and snapped it open hard.