Chapter 98: Persian Carpet Let's torture each other for the rest of our lives. ...
Fang Qingzhuo rolled his Adam's apple calmly: "If you want to understand it this way, I have no objection."
Luo Shu's nose suddenly felt a little sore at the imagined answer. She tried to talk to him in a negotiating tone: "Fang Qingzhuo, I want to go back."
"If you get bored, we'll go to another place." He replied gently, but his words were full of unquestionable strength.
Luo Shu was heartbroken: "You locked me up here, don't you know that this is a restriction of personal freedom, a crime..."
"So what?"
The power of those four short words was like shackles, firmly pinning her limbs. Luo Shu still looked at him with delusion, seeing her own reflection in his dark pupils: "Have you been stimulated by something?"
A flash of despair and hesitation passed through Fang Qingzhuo's eyes.
Luo Shu caught the wavering feeling and said, "Tell me what you think. I don't blame you."
Fang Qingzhuo moved his lips, took a deep breath and chose to give up. When he thought that Luo Shu's love for him was due to a mistake and a misunderstanding, he felt a heart-wrenching pain. When he thought that she might abandon him again because of this, the despair and palpitations that tortured him could kill him.
If he still had confidence before, and was planning to bring the person back bit by bit with the idea of taking it slow, Shen Qianshu's warning undoubtedly pierced a hole in his confidence, and it exploded into powder.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you pass the process or not, as long as the result is good.
He wants to set things right, he wants to completely bury the past and start over.
"No, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Fang Qingzhuo crushed the last bit of hesitation with his own hands.
At this moment, the sky outside the window completely lost its luster, and Luo Shu's amber pupils dimmed.
Somehow, Fang Qingzhuo suddenly wanted to touch her eyelashes.
Unfortunately, the phone started vibrating, and it was obviously his.
The raised finger was quietly retracted, and the person left the bed. Then the clear sound of the lock being locked was heard in the room.
In the huge room, Luo Shu lay flat on the bed. It was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat. She had no mind to look around at the luxurious environment. She just stared at the ceiling with her slightly helpless eyes. She didn't know what time it was, nor did she know whether Fang Qingzhuo would come again. In great confusion, she tried to convince herself.
As night falls, the ceiling chandelier goes from being barely discernible to being pitch black.
I don’t know how much time passed until someone brought dinner. It was not Fang Qingzhuo but a taciturn woman in her forties.
The visitor didn't turn on the headlights but considerately turned on the wall lamp.
The warm light was still dazzling. Luo Shu narrowed her eyes reflexively, as if stimulated by the light. She climbed up with the determination to talk to Fang Qingzhuo again: "Tell Fang Qingzhuo that I want to see him."
The woman said nothing, put down her plate and was about to turn around and leave, but she had not taken two steps when there was a loud noise behind her.
Luo Shu threw all the food onto the ground.
"I want to see him."
Not getting a response, she raised her water glass again for a second demonstration.
The woman froze for a moment, a crack appearing on her expressionless face. She quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground and got away.
The room returned to silence. Luo Shu waited and waited, but Fang Qingzhuo never showed up.
Realizing that Fang Qingzhuo was intentionally avoiding her, she made up her mind and simply picked up the glass of water and poured it on the working socket. In the blink of an eye, the whole world fell into darkness and the power was cut off.
Luo Shu sat quietly beside the bed, counting in her mind. When she counted to the 87th second, the door opened and a cluster of light appeared. The light source slowly moved towards her. It was Fang Qingzhuo, who was holding a candle.
He walked with his eyes lowered and stopped in front of Luo Shu. He opened his eyelids and stared at her straight. The flickering dim flames illuminated his handsome face. A shadow fell on one side of his tall nose, and his delicate facial features looked like a simulated robot.
Like implanting a lighting program, he held the candle and lit the wax on the bedside table, pressed it firmly, and in the blink of an eye, the area at the head of the bed became bright.
There was clearly a chair in the room, but he didn't sit down. Instead, he knelt in front of Luo Shu and lifted a strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear: "Don't do such a dangerous thing next time."
Then he knelt down and leaned forward to kiss her. Luo Shu tilted her forehead slightly, so he only kissed her cheek and a tear.
"Do you want me to hate you?"
Fang Qingzhuo didn't move when he heard these words unexpectedly.
The tear melted into my mouth, and it was boiling sour.
Fang Qingzhuo looked at her again: "What did you say?"
"Do you want me to hate you forever?"
A dull, suffocating feeling came from his chest, and Fang Qingzhuo quickly bent his head to hide the hurt in his eyes.
Luo Shu silently shed tears: "Let me go back."
He didn't say anything, so Luo Shu insisted, repeating loudly, "Fang Qingzhuo, please let me go back, okay?"
Fang Qingzhuo covered his head and ears in frustration, unable to bear it any longer and burst out: "Do you really have to leave me?"
Luo Shu clearly felt the firelight in her peripheral vision tremble, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
In this situation, Fang Qingzhuo forced a smile. It was such a failure. How could he live such a failure? He had lived half his life and only fell because of Luo Shu. He was worthy of everyone except her. He wanted to maintain his previous calm appearance, but he couldn't. He simply followed his heart and said, "Then you can hate me."
The temperature around her dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the invisible pressure in the air blocked Luo Shu's throat. She was incredibly portraying that good-looking appearance that was full of indifference. The warm yellow candlelight on her face was no longer there, replaced by a flickering hysterical paranoia.
Being stared at, Fang Qingzhuo seemed to feel guilty and as if his conscience had been awakened. He reached out to wipe the tears from her face, then lay on Luo Shu's knees with no expression and chatted with her as if nothing had happened.
"Luo Shu, I've never talked to you about my parents. I don't know why they got together, whether they had any feelings for each other or not, and whether I'm the product of love or hate. I've been struggling with this for over 20 years."
"There's been so much going on lately, one thing after another. The questions that have been plaguing me for years are finally coming to light. Before I could sort them out, my dad left me with this mess and decided to use me to help him get rid of the subordinates who had been with him for years and made mistakes."
"I might as well tell you something. When it comes to relationships, he and I did the same stupid thing. It's funny, isn't it? I've become the person I once hated the most."
The scene immediately emerged in his mind when he asked Fang Jueshan in the car during the winter vacation that year if he regretted it. At that time, Fang Jueshan avoided answering. It seemed that he must have been as desperate as him and had chosen to cut off the source of the problem.
"Ever since I was little, they've been flirting with each other in front of me, and behind my back, one is willing to do it, the other is willing to do it. I often wonder, is it fun to trap a woman who doesn't want to be with you? But now, I don't think it matters."
He raised his forehead, stared into her beautiful eyes, and at the same time took the back of her slender white fingers and put his face into her palm, begging her to be quiet.
"It's nice here, a private estate with an orchard and a vegetable garden in the back. I'll go with you to explore the kitchen tomorrow after I get back from the meeting. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
He was the one who kept talking from beginning to end, and he enjoyed this one-man show very much.
The candle was about to burn out, and Fang Qingzhuo talked to her all night.
"Didn't you always love sharing your daily life with me? Talk to me, from the trivialities to your wildest fantasies."
"Then you'll just keep living in the past."
Fang Qingzhuo paused, his body and mind numb from kneeling for so long: "I know you can't accept it yet, so, you can hit me. As long as it makes you feel better, I'll let you do it."
As he spoke, he lifted her palm and slapped it on his face.
After this night, Luo Shu was truly exhausted. Her desire to talk and resist was completely exhausted. She slowly pulled her hand away: "Fang Qingzhuo, I really regret this..."
Fang Qingzhuo was stubborn and didn't even give her a chance to finish the rest of the sentence: "There's no regret medicine in the world. Otherwise, what would we be now?"
"You deserve it."
The words echoed in his ears for a moment, and Fang Qingzhuo let out a bitter smile. He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the floor with his palms. "You said, I've fixed countless bugs in the program, but why can't I fix the relationship between us? I've tried everything I can think of, so why is it so difficult?"
He couldn't bear the disappointed and hateful look from Luo Shu, and he couldn't bear the tears in her eyes because of him, but he really had no choice, really no choice.
He grabbed the antique gall bladder bottle on the bedside table and put their fate into her hands.
"In that case, I'll give you a choice. Either you kill me now so you can get out, or you stay with me..."
Without waiting for him to finish, Luo Shu decisively took the vase and smashed it directly at his head. Her hand was so fast that it left an afterimage. Just when the bottom of the vase was about to hit his forehead, she felt pity and stopped in mid-air for a second, then changed her posture to throwing it at his arm.
The cracking sound was particularly crisp and harsh.
Fang Qingzhuo didn't dodge, and the vase hit him hard on the upper arm. In an instant, the valuable and fragile porcelain was shattered all over the floor.
The candle burned out, and the bedroom at dawn was filled with haziness and a faint smell of blood.
He stood there motionless, and shook his arms as if he felt no pain, trying to get rid of the debris that had pierced his skin. It would have been better if he hadn't shaken it, but when he did, a streak of blood oozed out from his skin, and the blood oozed more and more.
In an instant, a stream of blood flowed down the back of his hand and dripped onto the carpet.
The endless stream of blood melted into the unknown patterns of the Persian carpet, forming the finishing touch and deepening the gorgeousness of the pattern.
Luo Shu's heart trembled, and then she bit her lower lip and forced herself to be cruel. The mist accumulated in her eyes slowly evaporated, and her vision returned to clear but not too clear, because she could see the rich colors on the carpet but could not see Fang Qingzhuo's expression at the moment.
The outline of the bedroom gradually became clear in the morning light. In contrast, Fang Qingzhuo, who had not even frowned throughout the whole process, finally moved under the baptism of the morning breeze.
The broken porcelain pieces lay on the carpet between them, like an unbridgeable chasm, but he ignored them and stepped on them, bending down until his eyes were level with hers.
"I'm terrible now."
"But I have no regrets. I will never allow anyone to break us up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Qingzhuo felt an itch at the corner of his eye. He touched it and found it was a tear that had flowed unconsciously. He wiped it away with a smile and suddenly pressed the back of Luo Shu's neck. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to now. We still have a lot of time. I will ask you every day until you agree to be with me."
"You can blame me or hate me, but since you can't make peace with me, I'm not willing to be a stranger again. Let's just torture each other like this for the rest of our lives."
His grip was a bit too strong, and Luo Shu was brought in front of him and their eyes met passively. She did not struggle, but looked at Fang Qingzhuo with scarlet eyes and an inexplicably dry throat.
She couldn't understand how she and Fang Qingzhuo had ended up in the current situation?
At her home, in Ningcheng, she had more than once had the strange idea of having a good talk with him and telling him that she couldn't let him go.
In a trance, the warmth on the back of her neck dissipated, and then the shadow that shrouded her eyes disappeared.
It was dawn and Fang Qingzhuo left.
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