pjbooks Chapter 169 He Doesn't Deserve It
Chapter 169 He Doesn't Deserve It
At three in the morning, Wen Yu's eyelashes began to tremble violently.
He was dreaming.
A very long nightmare.
In my dream, it was that golden cage.
But the cage was no longer filled with luxurious furnishings; instead, it was a sea of blood—the ground, the walls, the railings, all were covered in a glaring red.
Su Qingyao stood in the center of that blood-red expanse.
She was covered in wounds, her right hand hanging limply, her face streaked with tears as she looked at him.
Those eyes held no love or dependence, only hatred and despair.
Then she spoke, "Wen Yu, don't make me hate you."
The voice was soft, yet it pierced his heart like a knife.
He wanted to rush over and hug her, to tell her he didn't mean it, and to beg her not to hate him.
But his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them no matter what.
He struggled desperately, trying to move forward, but the wounded man seemed to drift further and further away.
No, baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just didn't want you to leave me.
Baby, don't hate me, don't hate me...
Baby... baby...
He was frantic with worry.
My throat felt blocked, and I couldn't make a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as she disappeared into the blood mist, and could only let the words "Don't make me hate you" echo repeatedly in his mind.
Just then, a voice pierced through the blood mist.
It was very light, very far away, yet incredibly clear.
"Wenyu..."
That's the baby's voice!
Wen Yu was startled and desperately looked in that direction.
Baby, I'm here!
"I'm here..."
Yes, I know, baby, I know.
"I'm not going anywhere..."
I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't hate me... please...
The sound grew closer and closer, like a hand gently supporting his plummeting body, pulling him up little by little from the abyss.
A sudden wave of dizziness hit Wen Yu, and he abruptly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is the stark white light of the ICU, the beeping instruments, and the ventilation openings in the ceiling.
He was panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat, his chest heaving violently. He frantically searched his surroundings for any trace of Su Qingyao, completely ignoring his own discomfort and pain.
Then he sensed something.
His hand.
He was being held by someone.
He slowly turned his head.
Su Qingyao was sleeping on the hospital bed next to him, her face turned towards him, her eyes closed, her breathing even and long, and her left hand was holding his hand.
It was held very tightly, very tightly.
Wen Yu's eyes suddenly stung with tears.
The baby is fine.
The baby is doing well.
That's...wonderful.
The breath that had been hanging in the air since the dream finally slowly subsided.
He stared at her face, greedily, and then he noticed something was wrong.
Her right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, from her wrist all the way to the base of her fingers, and the yellow of the medicine could be faintly seen through the white gauze.
The left hand that was holding his wrist also had bandage marks on its wrist, with scabs showing along the edges.
Wen Yu's gaze shifted downwards.
She never liked to cover herself with a blanket when she slept, and the blanket in the ward was half kicked off by her. At this moment, the blanket was piled up at her waist, revealing her two calves.
There are wounds of all sizes on it.
Bruising, abrasions, and several wounds covered with gauze indicate that the wounds are likely quite deep.
Wen Yu's breath hitched.
He looked anxiously at Su Qingyao's face. He had been so focused on being thankful that the baby was by his side that he only noticed now that her face was deathly pale.
There was a thick, unyielding bruise under his eyes, his lips were dry and chapped, and he looked extremely weak.
The baby is injured.
The thought struck him like a hammer blow to the heart.
Why was she injured?
He remembered crying and hugging the baby before he lost consciousness, telling her not to hate him and that he was wrong, and then... and then he lost consciousness.
When I wake up again, it will be now.
How did the baby get all these injuries?
The four locks on the rooftop cage were only able to be opened by him. The soundproofing was excellent; even if heavy metal music was played inside, no sound could be heard outside.
The only way to contact the outside world is through the video communication device at the door.
He likely lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss caused by a rib piercing his internal organs. And the baby…
A terrible thought came to mind.
Wen Yu's face turned even paler than before.
The baby came out to save him, to find someone to save him.
She made herself like this.
It's because of him.
because of him.
He hurt the baby.
This thought was like a knife stabbing straight into his heart, twisting and writhing him in excruciating pain.
Those childhood images flooded back, images that had been suppressed for over twenty years, images he had never dared to look at directly.
Wen Tianyao locked his mother up, and although she struggled in anger and despair, she still couldn't escape.
"Wen Tianyao, you monster! You imprisoned me, oppressed me, and deprived me of my freedom. I will never forgive you!"
My mother's screams pierced my memory, sharp and shrill.
"I hate you!!! I hate you!!!"
The man held her tightly, looking sick and deranged, with a smile even playing on his lips.
"It's okay, Xin Xin. You can hate me, it's better than you not being by my side."
The next moment, his mother stared at him with red eyes and resentment.
They weren't staring at Wen Tianyao.
She was staring at him.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault! Because of you, I've been trapped for the rest of my life."
"Why don't you just die? You and Wen Tianyao should both die, die!!!"
That look in his eyes was like a venomous snake, haunting him throughout his childhood.
Later, his mother treated him better, and everything seemed to be going well, but neither of them dared to easily mention the past.
Later, after he and the baby got together, his mother's face showed her earnest and painstaking words.
"Yu Bao, do you want to become the next Wen Tianyao?"
Immediately following this was the baby's hysterical roar before he fell into a coma.
"Don't make me hate you—"
All the images flashed wildly through my mind.
Imprisonment, screams, hatred, blood, a mother's tearful eyes, a father's morbid laughter, and a baby covered in wounds.
They spun together, spinning faster and faster until he couldn't bear it.
Wen Yu lowered his head and looked at the hand he was holding Su Qingyao's.
It was this hand that locked her in; it was this hand that hurt the baby.
How dare he, how could he be worthy of holding the baby's hand?
Wen Yu jerked his hand away as if he had been burned, shrinking back and frantically pulling out the various tubes from his body. He staggered to the ground and huddled in a corner, trembling all over.
"I'm sorry, baby, it's my fault..."
His voice trembled violently, low and broken, as if it were being forced out from deep in his throat.
"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy to touch you..."
Tears fell one by one to the ground.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm not the second Wen Tianyao, I'm not, I'm not, no, no..."
He repeated it over and over, as if that would alleviate his pain.
"Don't hate me, don't hate me... I'll change, I'll change, I'll change everything..."
He curled himself up into a ball and desperately retreated until he could retreat no further.
"I'll stay far away from you... don't be afraid of me..."
"I won't touch you, I won't touch you, I won't touch you..."
again and again.