Leng Zhiyuan realized that her gaze was fixed on his face for too long. She quickly withdrew her gaze as she said, “If you are not looking at me, how do you know that I am looking at you?”
“Ha!.” Zhou Yao did not want to fight with her, and he laughed softly.
At this moment, Leng Zhiyuan felt that her scalp was hurting. She shouted out immediately and said, “Be a little more gentle. You are pulling my hair.”
“This is my first time drying a woman’s hair. I do not have any experience. You should just bear with it.” He tugged her again.
Leng Zhiyuan quickly snatched the hairdryer in his hand. She despised him as she said, “I will do it myself. You can leave.”
“You really want me to go?”
“Go.”
“Then I am leaving?”
“Go quickly!”
Zhou Yao did not leave. He lowered his gaze to look at the woman in the mirror as he murmured, “You want me to leave, and I leave. Wouldn’t I be very embarrassed then?”
Leng Zhiyuan curled up the corners of her lips. This man…was pretty childish sometimes.
She dried all of her hair, and put her hairdryer down. She used the wooden brush to comb her hair. Suddenly, the man behind her bent over and had a whiff of her long hair as he said, “So fragrant.”
“Go away.” She used her back to push him.
The moment she did so, she felt something hard and hot against her back. Her small face became red, and he kissed her as he hoarsely said, “You are still pushing me? I waited for you for so long. Are you done?”
What, he had a motive when he was standing behind her…
And it was all because…
Zhou Yao pressed two hands against her shoulders and easily carried her. His palms turned, and she was turned around. Her butt was against the vanity counter.
He kissed her red lips.
He kissed her using a lot of strength, and he tried to taste her sweetness time after time. He was extremely rough as he conquered her, and in no time, she felt that her lips and tongue were all numb.
There was the light taste of white wine in his mouth. It was pure and strong. Leng Zhiyuan was a little smitten. Her legs went soft, and she stretched her small hands out to hug his waist.
She stretched her small hand into his black shirt. His entire body was covered with wounds, and now that the scabs were gone, there were pink scars left behind. They were uneven on his skin.
She used her fingers to caress his wounds gently, and her entire heart melted into a puddle of water because of him.
“Do you really…not want a child anymore?” She still wanted to ask that question.
Zhou Yao picked her up to sit on the counter before he went downwards as he kissed her beautiful and exquisite collarbones. He did not raise his head, and he answered vaguely. “It is very hard on a single mother…”
“But, this hardness is missing you, a sign of hope. Grandpa, Dad, and Mum only have you. They would be very…lonely, and they need…some support…”
Zhou Yao closed his eyes as he kissed her, then he placed one hand into his pocket. He took out a few small plastic packages that he’d hidden in his pocket as he said, “They are them, you are you. You only married me… In the future, you will meet a better person, and it would be better for you to forget rather than miss me…”
Two streams of hot tears flowed down uncontrollably. She hugged him and raised her head up as she said, “Then you…also do not want…to get the marriage certificate with me…”
“We are not getting it anymore.” He lowered his gaze down as he undid his long pants. “You are my wife, forever, and you will always be the only one…”
Leng Zhiyuan did not know what else to say. She was unable to change the decisions that he made. He had already made plans, and he would come softly and go softly, without leaving anything behind.
His character was just cool and straightforward like that.
He was hurried as he opened the plastic package. Leng Zhiyuan stopped crying and curled the corners of her lips up. Since this was the case, then they should be together properly and spend however many days that they had together…
She used her legs as she took the lead to curl up onto his waist.
But all of the man’s actions came to a halt. Leng Zhiyuan froze, and she quickly opened her eyes to look at him as she said, “Zhou Yao, what is wrong? Are you…again…”
Zhou Yao raised his handsome eyebrows. There was some hint of pain on his face, but it was only for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already all red as he said, “Wifey, you get out.”
“I don’t want to. I want to accompany you!”
“Go!”
“Zhou Yao…”
“Be good; listen to me.”
Leng Zhiyuan looked at the persistence in his eyes, and after a few seconds, she let go of him and turned around to head out of the door. When she exited the room, she softly said, “I will just be outside. When you call for me, I will come in.”
She closed the door.
Leng Zhiyuan waited outside the room. There were some movements that rang out inside the room. Boom! He was throwing things inside, and after that, she slowly heard his painful grunts.
He was the type of a man who would not let out a sound when he was in pain, and now that he was grunting out, it was probably due to his instincts, and this kind of pain was way out of the pain level that he could manage.
Leng Zhiyuan’s hands and feet were icy cold as she stood outside. From the moment she saw the photos, she would often think if he was in pain. How much pain was he in? He was really so silly. If he allowed her to be by his side, she could at least shoulder some of his pain together with him.
But it was only at this moment that she found out that it was not such a thing.
She felt like her heart was kneaded by a large palm. She was in so much pain that her entire being was scrunched up. At this moment, she was not able to help him at all, and she was not even able to handle herself.
The tears in her eyes were just like a string of broken pearls that fell down one by one. Leng Zhiyuan was helpless and quiet as she wept.
Very quickly, the sound of messy footsteps rang out in her ears. It was Old Master Zhou, Master Zhou and Madam Zhou rusing over.
“Zhiyuan, what is going on? Is…Zhou Yao having an attack?”
Leng Zhiyuan quickly wiped her tears dry. She nodded her head as she said, “Yeah.”
“I will go inside to have a look.” The trio wanted to barge inside to have a look.
“Grandpa, Dad, Mum,” Leng Zhiyuan stopped the three of them quickly and said, “Don’t go inside. With the state that he is in now, he doesn’t want to let anyone see him like that. Just treat it…as keeping his dignity…”
Old Master Zhou’s face was pale as he froze on the spot. Madam Zhou could not hold back any longer. She put her head on Master Zhou’s shoulder as she sobbed softly.
At this moment, it might be the toughest time for the Zhou family. The four people stood outside as they listened to the movements inside the room. They were so heartbroken, but they were unable to do anything at all.
This kind of helplessness made them feel extremely sad, and it was enveloped over the entire Zhou family.
They did not know how much time passed, half an hour, one hour. The room slowly became quiet, and there were no movements ringing out.
Madam Zhou wiped her tears and said, “I will go and get the doctor.”
“Mum.” Leng Zhiyuan called out after her to stop her. She shook her head as she said, “We don’t have to get the doctor. Hand it over to me. You all should go back to to rest.”
“But…”
Old Master Zhou sighed out loud and said, “We should all go back. If we go inside we will not be able to help out with much… Zhiyuan, it has been hard on you. Just let us know if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
Old Master Zhou and Zhou Yao’s parents left.
As she watched the three people disappear from her sight, Leng Zhiyuan pushed the door and went inside.
The room was a complete mess. He’d thrown everything that he could inside the room. Leng Zhiyuan raised her head up to look over. There was a figure lying down on the big bed in front of her, and she walked over gently.
Zhou Yao lay down on the bed. His eyes were tightly shut. His handsome features were so tight that it was scary. The colour on his face was not good. He was sickly white and had a little green to him.
The veins all over his body and his forehead were all open. Leng Zhiyuan’s gaze went downwards, and she looked at the black shirt that was drenched in blood.