Chapter 67 I Won't Marry Someone I Don't Love
A handprint was clearly visible on Ji Jinyu's handsome face.
Shi Yang stared at him with reddened eyes: "Ji Jinyu, what bad things did I do in my past life that you have to disgust me like this in this life?"
"Aren't you ridiculous?"
"Why do you keep hurting me?!"
Faced with her rebuke, Ji Jinyu weakly opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I realized it too late. Give me a chance to make amends, I'm really sorry..."
Screw your compensation!
Shi Yang shoved him hard, looking at him with hatred: "Ji Jinyu, you are truly hateful. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have suffered so much humiliation, nor would I have married a man I didn't even know and had no feelings for. You'd better stay away from me from now on!"
In the past, she chased after him like a fool for so many years, but he never turned around. He only gave her an extremely humiliating annulment of their engagement and a life-or-death kidnapping where she was abandoned.
She was forced to marry a man who was a complete stranger to her.
She was filled with fear, unease, and even prepared for a difficult life ahead.
Now he comes to her and tells her that he likes her and has feelings for her.
Are you treating her like a dog? Are you playing with her? Are you kidding her?
Shi Yang was trembling with anger, and the cold rain couldn't extinguish the fire in her heart.
She was going to get so angry if she stayed any longer.
He had just turned to leave.
He looked up and froze.
Opposite the pavilion, a tall and straight figure stood quietly.
The thunderous sky seemed like the heavens roaring in fury.
Streaks of lightning struck, illuminating his noble and jade-like features.
It also allowed her to see the indifference and hint of mockery in his eyes.
She kept replaying every word she had just said, and a chill ran through her heart.
She wanted to run over and explain.
For a moment, my steps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
In just a few short steps, she watched him turn and leave, quickly disappearing from her sight.
My eyes were sore and aching, and filled with tears.
She raised her head, letting the rain relentlessly drench her face.
Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and eventually mingled with the rain.
The girl took advantage of the rain to burst into tears.
...
Shi Yang left the hotel soaking wet, and Ji Peiheng's Maybach was parked at the door.
But he wasn't in the car.
She asked, "Where is he?"
Liao Nan gave an irrelevant answer: "I will get my wife home safely."
He simply refused to tell her where he was.
Shi Yang didn't ask any more questions until he returned to West Kau Yue.
Aunt Cui was startled and came over with a towel to help wipe you down: "Madam, it's so cold, why are you all wet? Quickly change out of your wet clothes, or you'll catch a cold. I'll go make some ginger soup to warm you up."
Shi Yang asked in a daze, "Has Ji Peiheng returned?"
"Wasn't the gentleman with you? Didn't you come back together?"
Shi Yang shook his head.
Seeing her pale face and abnormal condition, Aunt Cui asked worriedly, "Madam, are you alright?"
Shi Yang said softly, "I'm fine," and went upstairs.
midnight.
Thunder roared outside the window, lightning flashed menacingly, and torrential rain poured down.
Shi Yang curled up in a ball, hiding under the covers, biting her lower lip tightly.
A hand reached out from under the covers and pressed a switch on the bedside table.
A ring of lights immediately illuminated the floor around the bed.
The LED strip lights emit a warm, non-glaring glow, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere in the room.
This is a strip of lights that Ji Peiheng specially installed for her some time ago, because he was afraid she would be afraid of the dark when he wasn't around.
Shi Yang turned on her phone; it was already past 1 a.m.
Ji Peiheng has not returned yet.
She typed a sentence in the chat box with trembling hands: 【I'm scared…】
A moment later, he deleted the sentence from the chat box, word by word.
The rain gradually subsided, and the thunder became less terrifying, like a giant beast gradually calming down after a fierce battle, emitting faint, heavy panting.
With the warm glow of the LED strip lights, my fear subsided a little.
But she didn't sleep well. Her body felt like it was being torn apart by ice and fire, as if it wanted to crush her. She felt extremely weak and sweaty, and her throat was dry and sore, as if a knife was twisting and turning in her throat.
Shi Yang realized she was sick; she felt so unwell that she didn't have the strength to get up.
She didn't know how long this uncomfortable feeling lasted, but then she smelled a cool, crisp scent of pine. It was like dewdrops dampening pine trees in the mountain forest at dawn, exuding a delicate and refreshing coolness.
It greatly relieved the heat in her body.
Unconsciously, I clung to this aura and wouldn't let go.
She felt a pill being squeezed into her mouth.
It melts into a liquid upon entering the mouth, spreading from the tip of the tongue to the depths of the throat, emitting a nauseating bitterness.
She opened her mouth, trying to squeeze out the bitterness.
But a cool hand caught her chin.
Enraged, she bit him back.
In a daze, she seemed to hear a soft sigh.
It seemed like helplessness, but also something else mixed in.
She was held in someone's arms, a large hand gently patting her back, offering silent comfort.
Shi Yang was sweating profusely from the fever. After taking the medicine, the fever gradually subsided, but his mind was still foggy.
She breathed heavily, her resentment growing stronger. If it weren't for that damned Ji Jinyu suddenly going crazy, she wouldn't have gotten sick from being caught in the rain.
“Ji Jinyu…”
The hand that was patting from behind suddenly stopped.
She clearly felt a distinct coolness as her fever flared up.
Unlike the cool and refreshing air just now, the air is now distinctly cold and chilling.
The sound of rain outside the window gradually subsided, dripping softly onto the windowpane, eaves, and ground with a dull thud.
It made the room feel desolate and cold.
In the darkness, Ji Peiheng stared at that pale face for a long time, and a smile that was hard to describe slowly appeared on his handsome face.
He withdrew his body.
The drowsy girl seemed to sense something was leaving her, and her hand unconsciously grabbed onto something.
Ji Peiheng ruthlessly brushed away the hand that was clutching his clothes and turned to leave.
As he left, the scent of cedar wood that lingered around Shi Yang's nose gradually disappeared.
...
She had a fever all night, and when she woke up, she felt exhausted and weak all over.
She leaned against the headboard, swallowed, and felt a faint bitter taste deep in her throat.
"Aunt Cui, did you give me the medicine last night?"
Aunt Cui was pouring water, her head lowered to hide the unease in her eyes: "Yes, I noticed your high fever last night and gave you the medicine."
Hearing this answer, Shi Yang felt a slight disappointment.
She didn't know why she was disappointed. It was as if subconsciously she thought there was someone who would appear when she was sick and helpless, but no one did.
She asked again, her voice slightly lower, "Has Ji Peiheng returned?"
"No, he hasn't come back. I suppose he's quite busy."
Aunt Cui wasn't good at lying and was afraid of being found out: "Madam, I'll go downstairs to cook now. You should rest well. Just call me if you need anything."
"Um."
Shi Yang absentmindedly responded, and because he was feeling unwell, he didn't notice anything unusual about Aunt Cui.
She lay in bed, the events of the previous night still vivid in her mind.
In the rain, she angrily and irrationally said those things to Ji Jinyu.
She was in an extreme emotional state at the time, and subconsciously spoke harshly, wanting to see Ji Jinyu apologize in pain.
She's not a saint; she can't be so magnanimous as if nothing happened after being hurt.
She wanted to take the opportunity to vent.
However, that doesn't mean some of what they say is sincere.
This does not mean she still has anything to do with Ji Jinyu.
She simply wanted to see Ji Jinyu suffer.
He was in pain, and she was satisfied.
The images flashed through my mind frame by frame, finally settling on Ji Peiheng's face, which was filled with sarcasm and indifference.
Shi Yang clutched his chest.
It feels stuffy and painful.
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