Chapter Twenty-Eight: Spend one night with me, then I'll let you go.
As evening approached, Zhao Yu returned with Mu Mu.
Mu Mu came to the bedside and kissed her sister's forehead and hand.
When Xu Chumian woke up and saw her younger sister, a smile naturally appeared on her lips.
Upon seeing Zhao Yu following behind, she immediately stopped smiling, as if she hadn't seen Zhao Yu at all, and only spoke to Mu Mu.
They practically had the words "I hate Zhao Yu" etched on their faces.
Zhao Yu wasn't angry and had Xiao Tao bring over the food.
Xu Chumian should rest as much as possible after her injury, and should lie flat as much as possible if she can avoid getting out of bed.
Zhao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a bowl of thin porridge and fed her. He held the spoon to Xu Chumian's lips, but she turned her face away and didn't move.
Her porcelain-white cheeks puffed out slightly, and she didn't even want to look at Zhao Yu.
A moment later.
Zhao Yu's voice was devoid of warmth: "Get out."
Soon only the two of them remained in the room.
Zhao Yuchang moved his long fingers slightly, slowly stirring the thin porridge.
Although the person by the bed did not make a sound, the atmosphere around them grew colder and colder, and only these faint sounds remained in the room, with no other movement.
Xu Chumian felt as if something was weighing on her heart.
I want to vent, I want to break free.
The young, powerful minister was shrewd and adept at manipulating people's hearts. Xu Chumian lowered her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly.
She couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Yu, in his early twenties in his previous life, was like this too.
A wave of sadness washed over Xu Chumian, and her eyes quickly reddened.
With a snap—
Zhao Yu put down his bowl.
Xu Chumian stared at the quilt without moving, large tears falling from her eyes.
After her father and stepmother passed away, Xu Chumian learned about the cruelty of the world. She knew that crying was useless, but she needed to vent.
She couldn't figure out what Zhao Yu was thinking at this moment. Zhao Yu held a high official position, while she was just an ordinary citizen.
At this time, Zhao Yu had only known her for two months, and they had only really gotten to know each other for a month.
She dared not argue with Zhao Yu; the man could crush her and Mu Mu with a single finger.
The blanket in front of him was damp with sweat.
The silent weeping snapped the last thread connecting the two.
Zhao Yu pursed his lips, his face dark and gloomy, like an invisible storm surrounding Xu Chumian.
Zhao Yu bent down, pinched Xu Chumian's delicate chin, and stroked her soft cheek with his slightly rough thumb, wiping away the tear stains.
Zhao Yu admitted that he was reluctant to let go.
Xu Chumian raised her eyes, her wet gaze meeting Zhao Yu's cold stare.
A sharp pain welled up in Zhao Yu's heart. He parted his thin lips slightly, "Feeling wronged?"
Xu Chumian did not answer.
Zhao Yu spoke cruelly: "No comment? Then stay here for another day."
Xu Chuming glared at him with red eyes, her breath hitting Zhao Yu's fingers. She said in a trembling voice, "Zhao Yu, I don't like you."
Zhao Yu slowly moved his thumb to the corner of Xu Chumian's lips, his eyes deep, "Why don't you like it?"
Xu Chumian couldn't help but curse Zhao Yu in her heart, thinking that there was something wrong with him.
She tried to reason with him: "Zhao Yu, I have no reason to like you. Feelings can't be forced."
Suppressing the anger that welled up inside him, Zhao Yu stroked Xu Chuming's slender neck.
The woman froze.
"So what kind do you like?"
Zhao Yu has gone mad.
Xu Chumian grabbed Zhao Yu's hand, "Zhao Yu, I don't know either, but I don't have any feelings for you—"
"Enough!"
Zhao Yu couldn't listen anymore.
The words that came out of Xu Chumian's mouth could infuriate Zhao Yu to death.
Zhao Yu's face darkened. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the room remained heavy.
Xu Chumian wiped her face with a handkerchief, seemingly trying to distract herself. She rubbed it hard, and soon her face turned bright red.
Zhao Yu grabbed her wrist and stopped her, saying, "Alright, you stay with me for one night, and you can leave tomorrow."
Xu Chumian stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "What did you say?"
In Xu Chumian's memory, although Zhao Yu was ruthless and domineering, he had never forced her to do anything.
Xu Chumian could no longer hold back and slapped Zhao Yu across the face.
You bastard!
Zhao Yu's left cheek quickly turned red.
Zhao Yu's eyes were piercing, and his face was frighteningly fierce.
Xu Chumian belatedly realized that she had hidden the hand that had hit her under the blanket.
"I--"
Zhao Yu snorted coldly, "Xu Chumian, what kind of woman can't I, Zhao Yu, have? Why would I need to force you? Looking at you, I really can't bring myself to do it."
Xu Chumian gritted her teeth and said, "You'd better keep your word!"
Xu Chumian's medication is changed once a day.
Xiao Tao no longer needs her dressing changed at night.
While Zhao Yu was in the restroom, Xu Chumian finished her bowl of porridge.
A short while later, he drank another bowl of medicine.
While Zhao Yu was taking a bath, Xu Chumian was still dawdling over washing her face and brushing her teeth.
Half the lights in the room were off. Zhao Yu, dressed in a long black robe, was tall and imposing, his cold gaze fixed on Xu Chumian.
Xu Chumian stood still.
Zhao Yu came toward her, bent down and carried her back to bed.
Zhao Yu took large strides, but restrained his strength in his hands.
Under the dim light, Xu Chumian's face was radiant. She shrank to the side of the bed and dragged the blanket that Zhao Yu was not covered with over her to the middle.
Xu Chumian's small face showed a resolute determination to face death.
"The Chu River and Han Border are not to be crossed."
Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then what should I cover myself with?"
"This mansion is so big, do you think it's lacking for a blanket?"
Zhao Yu let out a deep breath, his temples throbbing with anger.
Xu Chumian reached under her pillow and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that her hairpin was still there.
Zhao Yu noticed her subtle movements and sneered, "Xu Chumian, you really think too highly of yourself."
No matter what Zhao Yu said, Xu Chumian didn't retaliate.
Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow.
Let him say what he wants.
Guan Yan brought in a quilt, his face full of smiles.
That's good, the Crown Prince can finally be a bit normal again.
The lights in the room went out.
A sound came from beside him; the man's presence was very strong. Zhao Yu had his back to Xu Chumian.
Xu Chumian wrapped herself in the quilt, then pressed down the four corners of the quilt, and painfully shrank to the wall.
She could immediately detect any wrongdoing Zhao Yu had done, and she had hidden the hairpin in her bosom.
In the darkness, no one spoke.
Xu Chumian kept her eyes open.
If I can just get through tonight, I can leave tomorrow.
As for what happens next, we'll take it one step at a time.
Let's leave first and talk about it later.
As the medication took effect, Xu Chumian quickly closed her eyes.
On the other side, Zhao Yu opened his eyes and stood up to look at his side.
He could see in the night. The woman's black hair was spread out on the pillow, her small face was fair and delicate, and she seemed to be having a dream.
The woman murmured softly, "Qingyan..."
Zhao Yu didn't hear clearly, so he moved to the side.
What kind of rock?
The next moment, Xu Chumian spoke.
"Zhao Yu, you bastard."
This time the sound was very clear.
Zhao Yu's face darkened.
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