Chapter 51 Zhao Yu Goes Crazy from Jealousy
Guan Yan suddenly felt something was wrong behind him.
He gently pulled back the curtain, and Zhao Yu had vanished into thin air.
Guan Yan opened his mouth, his gaze involuntarily turning towards the direction of the Xu family's courtyard.
Xiao Qingyan had already left at the entrance of the courtyard.
Xu Chumian pushed open the door and entered the room, a smile still on her face.
As she walked inside, a black hem came into view.
Xu Chumian raised her eyes.
Zhao Yu stood tall and straight, leaning against the shelf, staring at her with a gloomy expression.
"Did he kiss you?"
Xu Chumian stopped in her tracks, her bright eyes fixed on him. She pursed her lips and said coldly, "Get out."
Zhao Yu didn't move, his brows furrowing with hidden anger.
Zhao Yu went to the window, picked up a towel draped on the shelf, slowly soaked it in water, and wrung it out.
His profile was deep and aloof, exuding an aura of impending doom.
Xu Chumian immediately called Liu Da.
Liu Da responded, "Miss?"
Zhao Yu remained unperturbed. He approached her with a wet wipe in hand, a cold glint in his eyes: "You want everyone to know?"
Xu Chumian stared intently at him, took a step back, and called out "Liu Da" again.
Liu Da immediately burst through the door and froze upon seeing the two people inside.
Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes coldly, pulled Xu Chumian into his arms, pinched the back of her neck, and forced her to tilt her head back.
He didn't even glance at Liu Da, but lowered his eyes to meet Xu Chuming's angry glare.
Zhao Yu's voice was icy cold, "He touched you?"
Xu Chumian struggled in his arms, repeatedly patting his shoulders and arms.
Zhao Yu's shoulder and chest wounds had not yet healed. As Xu Chumian moved, several wounds began to bleed again. Zhao Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to hold her firmly in place.
Xu Chumian raised her voice: "Get out!"
Zhao Yu remained expressionless. He glanced at Liu Da and said, "Get out."
The bodyguards who suddenly appeared stood in front of Liu Da and closed the door behind him.
At that moment, Xu Chumian faintly smelled a hint of blood...
She frowned, her eyes looking strange, and asked in a cold tone, "Are you injured?"
Zhao Yu stared intently at her before finally humming in agreement.
Xu Chumian sneered, "You're injured and you still come here? It seems your injury isn't serious enough. Lord Zhao, please leave."
Zhao Yu pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look over, "So heartless?"
Xu Chumian slapped him away and said, "Get lost."
Zhao Yu seemed not to hear, and then pulled open Xu Chumian's belt with his long fingers.
Xu Chumian was startled and kicked Zhao Yu, hitting him desperately: "Zhao Yu, what are you doing? You're insane!"
Zhao Yu's face was gloomy, as if he felt no pain.
He sneered coldly, "I'm sick."
As he spoke, his hands continued to move, one hand taking off her outer robe, and then her long skirt underneath.
The hem of her dress fell to the ground, and the magic ball was caught in the dress and landed on the ground.
Xu Chumian felt a pang of heartache, and fearing that Zhao Yu, that madman, would destroy the Ghost Craft Ball as well, she cursed and hit him, "Get out of here! If you dare to do anything, I'll hate you to death!"
Zhao Yu only found Xu Chumian pleasing to the eye after stripping her down to her undergarments.
He slowly began, "It's better to hate than to turn a blind eye."
A damp chill caressed the corners of Xu Chumian's lips.
Zhao Yu gently wiped Xu Chumian's lips with a towel, and as if that wasn't enough, he pursed his lips and wiped Xu Chumian's face and hands.
“He cleaned up everything he touched.”
Only after wiping everything clean did the gloom in Zhao Yu's eyes fade.
Zhao Yu released Xu Chumian.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her lips, which had been roughly crushed, were a deep, glistening red.
Zhao Yu stared at her, his gaze growing increasingly serious.
After many years of marriage, Xu Chumian could tell what Zhao Yu was thinking with just a glance.
Xu Chumian's brows furrowed with anger, and she raised her hand to slap him.
With a snap—
"Zhao Yu, get out of here! I never want to see you again in my life."
Within just a few days, Xu Chumian slapped him several times.
It was all because of Xiao Qingyan.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhao Yu's lips as he stretched out his long arm and grabbed Xu Chumian's hands behind her back.
Zhao Yu's voice was extremely cold: "Xiao Qingyan can do it, but I can't?"
Xu Chumian's chest heaved with anger.
A cruel and malicious smile curled at the corners of her lips.
"Yes, only he can do it. The person I like now is him, not you, Zhao Yu."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tension in Zhao Yu's mind snapped completely.
His expression changed, he gripped Xu Chumian's arm tighter, and pressed his face against hers.
Xu Chumian belongs to him everywhere.
No one can touch it.
Before Xu Chumian could push Zhao Yu away, she was enveloped in his iron-hard embrace.
Their lips met, Zhao Yu's touch heavy, his fingers tracing and probing along the soft corners of their lips...
Xu Chumian used all her strength to push him, pressing down on Zhao Yu's shoulder.
Zhao Yu seemed oblivious to the pain, gripping the woman's slender waist with one hand and increasing the pressure.
Through the thin undergarment, Xu Chumian could clearly feel the warmth of Zhao Yu's palm.
Xu Chumian kept pushing him away, her eyes red-rimmed, her jaw clenched, and a sound of suppressed pain escaped her throat...
Zhao Yu kept his eyes open the entire time, his gaze cold, and he increased the pressure on his wrist.
Xu Chumian's eyes widened instantly, and her lips parted slightly.
Zhao Yu's coldness melted away as he pulled her into his arms and explored her with his lips and tongue.
Xu Chumian's breathing quickened, her delicate brows furrowed, and she bit down...
The taste of blood filled my mouth.
Zhao Yu pressed his forehead against hers, his thumb rubbing the corner of his lips, not giving Xu Chumian a chance to leave.
He murmured, "Chu Mian, I miss you so much."
Once Xu Chumian had caught her breath, she raised her hand again and slapped Zhao Yu across the face.
Zhao Yu wasn't angry this time. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Feeling better now?"
Xu Chumian's eyes reddened, and she slapped Zhao Yu across the face again.
Xu Chumian couldn't control the bitterness in her eyes. "Zhao Yu, get out of here. I hate you."
Zhao Yu straightened up, his gaze towards Xu Chumian filled with a storm.
"hatred?"
He let out a sarcastic laugh, suppressing his anger: "Xiao Qingyan is the one who interfered."
"You and I are husband and wife."
Xu Chumian laughed back: "Husband and wife?"
"Zhao Yu, your feelings for me right now are just possessiveness. You should leave. Qingyan will misunderstand if he sees this."
"I told you about divorce before I died. I had no feelings for you for a long time."
The gentle and considerate Xu Chumian was in her past life, the colder she is to him now.
Zhao Yu's composure gradually crumbled, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with boundless rage.
"I never agreed to a divorce, you are still my wife."
Xu Chumian took the opportunity to pull his hand away and stood three steps away from Zhao Yu.
"I don't like you anymore, I don't love you anymore! Do you understand?" Xu Chumian's heart ached with anger. "Get out of here."
Zhao Yu took one last deep look at Xu Chumian before leaving the Xu family.
With Zhao Yu gone, Xu Chumian felt the room was more comfortable.
The woman in the mirror was dressed in a white undergarment, her slender figure taut.
She loosened her clenched fist, picked up the artificial ball from under her dress on the ground, and examined it carefully with heartache.
Zhao Yu is a madman.
Xu Chumian was still angry and hit the pillow several times, pretending it was Zhao Yu.
She changed her clothes, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth.
She threw away both her outer robe and her inner garment.
Xiao Tao even wiped the places where Zhao Yu had stood several times.
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