Chapter 244 Let Me Go
With Song Yanzheng's previous personality, she was not worried about Zhou Gang's safety.
But now he is moody and his personality has changed a long time ago.
You never know what crazy thing he might do.
Heyueyuan is an old community with good greenery, but the leaves become bare in winter.
After going upstairs, there was a gap in the door.
She walked in calmly. The lights in the living room were on and she could faintly smell the fragrance of food.
The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as before, with the beige sofa and the puzzle hanging on the wall that I had DIYed with Song Yanzheng.
But all this familiarity made her feel suffocated.
Song Yanzheng came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, with a gentle smile: "Yan Yan is here, come and sit down, I made all your favorite dishes."
"Where is my uncle?" Lin Yan didn't move.
Song Yanzheng tilted his head towards the bedroom and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, it's inside."
Lin Yan ignored him and walked straight to the bedroom, but the door wouldn't open.
"Open the door."
Song Yanzheng pushed his glasses and remained unmoved.
"Open the door!" Lin Yan repeated in a suddenly higher voice.
Song Yanzheng lowered his eyes, slowly untied his apron, and called into the bedroom.
The bedroom door was opened by a man, and Lin Yan caught sight of Zhou Gang at a glance.
I saw him tied to a chair with his head covered by a black cloth bag. He seemed to have fainted, and a ferocious-looking man was standing next to him.
He was holding a knife to his neck.
Lin Yan was about to rush over when Song Yanzheng's voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.
"I just gave my uncle some medicine and he's sleeping. But if you don't listen to me, I can only make him fall into a deep sleep. Do you understand, Yanyan?"
"Song Yanzheng." Lin Yan was so angry that her chest was tight. "Besides using despicable means to threaten me, what else can you do?"
Song Yanzheng closed his eyes and smiled without responding.
Then he winked at the man and the guest room door was locked again.
The only sounds in the living room were the two of them breathing, so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.
"What do you want to do?" Lin Yan's voice was filled with fatigue. The turmoil of the day and her uncle's affairs almost exhausted her.
"Yan Yan, come here." Song Yanzheng's voice was unusually soft.
Lin Yan stood where she was and didn't move forward.
But she saw him walking towards her step by step, lowering his head to hold her hand and caressing it: "I'm not doing anything... Yanyan, I just want to have a good meal with you."
Lin Yan pulled her hand back and shook it twice in disgust: "Don't touch me."
This subconscious action made Song Yanzheng's face freeze.
The next second, he grabbed her arm, dragged her to the dining table, and forced her onto the chair.
Lin Yan subconsciously punched him, but Song Yanzheng grabbed her wrist first and curled his lips at her: "Yan Yan, I know you can fight a little, but now is not the time for you to rebel."
Song Yanzheng loosened his hand, his fingertips lightly brushed across her face, his smile growing wider: "Yan Yan, be good. Don't force me... to do anything to my uncle."
Lin Yan's fist hung in the air but didn't drop, but she couldn't help but wave her hand and slapped him hard.
"cheap!"
Song Yanzheng tilted his head, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, adjusted his glasses, turned back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, scooped a bowl of rice and handed it to her: "Eat."
Lin Yan picked up the bowl and threw it to the ground: "I've eaten."
Song Yanzheng glanced at the remains on the ground.
He stood up and went back to the kitchen to serve her another bowl of rice and pushed it to her.
"Yan Yan, after we eat, I'll let your uncle go, okay?"
Lin Yan looked at the paranoia in his eyes and knew there was no room for bargaining.
She glanced cautiously at the food on the table without picking up her chopsticks.
Song Yanzheng noticed her wariness and took the lead in picking up his chopsticks to taste all the dishes. Then he looked at her and said, "Yan Yan, I won't put any ingredients in your food."
Seeing that it was safe, Lin Yan picked up the chopsticks and mechanically put the rice into her mouth.
Song Yanzheng put food into her bowl from time to time, staring at her intently.
Soon, Lin Yan finished her meal and put down her chopsticks: "Can you let me go?"
Song Yanzheng didn't say anything, stood up and walked behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Yan Yan, go back to your room and take a look."
"Not interested."
Song Yanzheng suddenly leaned forward, his breath brushing her ear: "Be obedient, just take a look."
Lin Yan's back tensed up, and she stood up suddenly to keep a distance from him.
The air in the bedroom was like solidified amber, and even the dust had a stale smell.
The moment Song Yanzheng pulled her in by the arm, her eyes were fixed on the photo frame on the bedside table.
In the photo, she has shoulder-length hair and is making a scissors gesture, standing side by side with a gentle boy in a white shirt. In the moment when the two are frozen, their faces are filled with happy smiles.
The sunlight cast a golden edge on their faces. It was a summer when they graduated from their senior year.
To celebrate her graduation, Song Yanzheng used the money he had saved from his part-time job to take her on a trip to another city.
That was Lin Yan’s first time traveling, and also her first formal photo with Song Yanzheng taken with a camera.
"Look at Yanyan." Song Yanzheng's voice sounded behind him, with a gentleness that was almost obsessive.
"We laughed so happily back then. I remember it cost us thirty yuan to take this photo at the scenic spot. You were reluctant to take the photo at first to save money for me... Yanyan, I miss you so much... I miss us back then... I miss you back then when you only had eyes for me..."
Lin Yan didn't respond and remained calm.
She continued sweeping the room she once lived in, the old desk lamp on the desk, the Doraemon stuffed doll on the bedside, and the pot of green radish on the windowsill that should have died long ago...
Everything is exactly the same as before.
But people's hearts have long changed.
"Yan Yan, I come here every week." Song Yanzheng walked up to her side, his voice as light as the evening breeze: "Later, I simply bought this house. I change the sheets on time, in the white color you like..."
His hands suddenly grasped her shoulders, gradually increasing in strength.
Lin Yan was forced to turn her head and bumped into his paranoid eyes, which were surging with red light.
"Yan Yan, nothing has changed, really nothing has changed..."
"It's changed. I used to like you, but now I only have Xing Yu in my heart. Song Yanzheng, I don't love you anymore, not even Yiding at all."
Song Yanzheng disagreed: "You don't have to love me! I just love you... Yanyan, I just love you!"
Lin Yan took a deep breath and said, "Song Yanzheng, please let me go..."
Her body was tightly embraced by him, and his trembling and hoarse voice lingered on her: "Yan Yan... If I let you go, who will let me go? We have depended on each other for so many years... I can't live without you..."
"I was wrong... I made the wrong choice... You were meant to be mine... I lost you... Yanyan... Come back, come back to me... I will spend my whole life making it up to you..."
Lin Yan pushed him away and saw two lines of tears running down his cheeks. She was stunned for a moment before saying coldly, "Are you sick? You can't go back, Song Yanzheng."
"You can go back!" Song Yanzheng suddenly pounced on her and pressed her against the wall: "Yan Yan, I have never changed. I have always loved you. I married Xing Yingxue only for money and power!"
"Yan Yan, Xing Yu is now a cripple. He can't protect you at all. You won't be happy with him... I will divorce him. I will do my best to give you everything you want! Yan Yan... I don't want anything... I just want you... only you..."
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