Chapter 34 Weakness "Do you really have to push yourself to this point?"...
Fu Huaizhi smiled, but an invisible thread lifted the corner of his mouth, completely separating his smile from his eyes.
Song Luoyun's words angered him, but he wouldn't blame her—how could he blame her? He loved her vibrant and genuine personality.
He held her hand, placed it on her cheek, rubbed the handprint on it, and gently patted it.
"Do you think I don't know you don't love me?"
"I know better than anyone that you look down on me. You're the kind of person who would rather I die. How could you possibly love me?"
He pressed the hand down into the skin, and crimson spread along the indentation, with streaks of blood crawling outwards.
He lowered his head and raised an eyebrow: "But have you ever thought about why I absolutely must keep you by my side?"
Song Luoyun's shoulders were stiff and rigid, like a bird freezing in the cold night.
Listen to what he said in a breathy voice.
"Because I love you, how could I bear to let you go?"
So-called love is locking her in a cage and watching her make futile pleas for help.
Song Luoyun closed her eyes, still unable to control her raging anger: "Is this kind of love you bestow upon me?"
He felt that love allowed him to easily bind a living, breathing person to his side. Just how much power did he actually have?
Finally, she couldn't hold back and cursed, "Fu Huaizhi, you are a selfish person."
Fu Huaizhi moved closer to her, his voice hoarse: "I never said I wasn't selfish, that I didn't think about you, and that I wouldn't consider your feelings, so what?"
Song Luoyun didn't want to talk to him anymore. She pushed him away and vented her anger: "You'll regret it if you don't let me go!"
"Why would I? I never do anything I regret," Fu Huaizhi said with a smile, very confident in himself.
He never regretted it. Even if his mother died in front of him, he would never be so presumptuous as to think he could travel back in time to change her.
He will not regret it. The cause and effect in this world are always predetermined. He will keep her by his side, no matter what method he uses.
Song Luoyun felt suffocated.
Remembering what Liu Yi had told her, Fu Huaizhi was stubborn and extreme, and she couldn't confront him head-on in anything.
However, he has weaknesses in his character.
As long as you keep focusing on his weaknesses and push him, he will eventually realize his mistake.
With a heavy heart, Song Luoyun raised her hand and grasped the hand that was tightly holding hers.
Slowly climbing upwards, holding his hand, even though both of us are cold.
Fu Huaizhi was somewhat surprised, staring at her with a slight frown.
Disregarding everything, Song Luoyun took advantage of his momentary lapse in vigilance and slapped his own face with his hand.
"Smack."
She used a lot of force, but he reacted quickly, pulling back his fingertips and instead striking her with his knuckles.
Her cheeks were burning, and she felt a little dizzy. Song Luoyun tried her best to remain calm and looked at Fu Huaizhi.
Tell him, word by word: "If you continue to treat me this way, I won't let myself get away with it, and I won't let you get away with it either."
"Song Luoyun!"
No matter how cunning he was, he never imagined she would choose to hurt herself.
His pupils were purer than the deepest night, so intense they seemed to melt away.
"You think this will work on me?" he said, his voice barely escaping his lips.
Song Luoyun's eyes were firm as she told him, "Whether it works or not, I will do it because being by your side feels worse than death."
If you speak too harshly, you're bound to hurt the other person.
She shook him off and turned to leave.
Liu Yi said that Fu Huaizhi's weakness is his emotions.
He experienced love from his mother in his childhood, but it quickly disappeared. This love would turn into a bubble, remaining in his heart, which he desperately tried to grasp, but would burst at the slightest touch.
So he often visited his grandparents, trying to rekindle that connection. When he was rejected by them, his only solace was Song Luoyun.
She had been kind to him, and that was the root of his feelings. He was extremely attached to that kindness and stubbornly believed that as long as she was by his side, he could rekindle that affection.
He said he loved her, but I don't know if it's true.
But that's enough for Song Luoyun to take advantage of his love.
If I can't hurt him, then I'll hurt myself.
She bet he wouldn't let her wallow in her pain.
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Song Luoyun prides herself on being a good person to herself. Life is already hard enough, so she tries her best to satisfy her needs in terms of food.
But one day she found that sweets were becoming less and less tempting to her, and even if she had her favorite things in front of her, she couldn't muster any interest in them.
Just like now, with a plate full of cream puffs on the table, and scones and tiramisu right in front of her, she still didn't move.
This is the third day of her hunger strike in front of Fu Huaizhi.
During these three days, she would secretly eat something where he couldn't see her, but she would never reveal it to him.
Fu Huaizhi took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, saying, "I don't want you to faint halfway through, so eat first."
Song Luoyun didn't speak, opened her clothes, and lay down.
This is what happened on their first day back. He thought she was throwing a tantrum, so he forced himself on her several times. She was exhausted and lay down for a long time afterward before getting up to take a shower.
She would no longer resist Fu Huaizhi, and would only see herself as his doll.
"How long are you going to keep making a scene!" Fu Huaizhi roared at her angrily, his eyes burning with a heat that seemed to want to incinerate her.
Song Luoyun said in a calm voice, "Are you going to do it or not? If not, I want to go to sleep."
Fu Huaizhi felt an urge to crush her, so he straddled her and thrust himself forward.
She lay there, her body rising and falling, her expression blank.
Even this kind of thing has become a task, devoid of warmth, without any sense of immersion or bliss.
Unable to fully enjoy himself, Fu Huaizhi withdrew and turned to leave.
Song Luoyun breathed a sigh of relief, turned over to face the window, feeling so tired that she wanted to sleep, but tears involuntarily fell.
I was hungry, tired, and depressed.
Fate has never been kind to her, and has instead kept setting up various obstacles for her.
...
The calendar went around in circles.
Song Luoyun calculated the days and realized that there were only two weeks left before the start of school.
She handed in her resignation to Fu Yuxuan, who looked regretful and said, "You're not planning to continue? How about I keep your salary and you come work for a few days?"
He had a very clever plan; compared to the huge rent, the ten or twenty thousand yuan salary he paid her each month was just a pittance.
Song Luoyun shook her head: "I'm quitting. After I finish my postgraduate studies, I want to spend more time on my studies."
During her time with Fu Huaizhi, she hardly spent any money. In just a few months, she saved over 40,000 yuan, enough for her tuition and living expenses for a year. She will still work part-time to earn living expenses, but her focus will definitely be on her professional studies.
More importantly, if she wants to get rid of Fu Huaizhi, she can't continue working with him.
"That's such a pity. I hope you can come back anytime," Fu Yuxuan said, then looked at her more closely and gestured a few times. "But has Fu Huaizhi been mistreating you lately? Look at your cheeks, they've sunken in."
"No," Song Luoyun casually offered an excuse. "Maybe it's just because of the hot weather, I don't have much of an appetite."
"Oh." Fu Yuxuan grinned mischievously.
Most people's first reaction upon hearing her say this was that she might be pregnant, and they had the words of congratulations on the tip of their tongues, but they were too embarrassed to say them.
Song Luoyun laughed it off, left the office, and sat down wearily.
Malnutrition caused her to lose strength, feel dizzy, and have no energy to do anything.
She wanted to order some takeout to fill her stomach, but before she could even open her phone, she had already fainted at her workstation.
Her colleague quickly patted her on the shoulder and called an ambulance.
The next second, Fu Huaizhi pushed open the office door and rushed in, picking up the unconscious person in front of everyone.
"President Fu?" a colleague exclaimed.
He didn't hear, bumped into several people, hurriedly pressed the elevator button, and put the person in the car.
With the accelerator floored, I reached a speed of 110 km/h, passing countless cars as I sped along the road.
"Song Luoyun!" he kept calling her name.
I caught her as she fell with one hand and realized she was ridiculously thin; her shoulders were just bones.
"Do you really have to push yourself to this point?"
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, honked the horn incessantly, and kept accelerating at breakneck speed.
The nurse lifted him onto the hospital bed and took him for examination. Fu Huaizhi leaned against the corridor of the ward, his arms still trembling.
He hates his current life so much.
The person I love is gone.
The person he loves doesn't love him back.
He's clearly changing for her, so why can't she be a little more patient?
At this moment, he merged with the nine-year-old boy. He sat in the hospital, not having time to wipe the blood from his mother's body, staring at the timer outside the emergency room, every second representing her life slipping away.
In the distance, the composed father was on the phone, a chilling smile playing on his lips. Beside him, countless younger siblings cried; he watched them coldly, saying nothing.
The door to the emergency room opened, and the doctor said that the person had already passed away and there was nothing that could be done.
The crying grew louder, and he couldn't bear to listen anymore. He jumped off the chair and left on his own.
He had to leave. The time spent waiting for emergency treatment caused him to miss the lessons that the head of the family had prepared for him. For every minute he was late, he would receive ten strokes of the family discipline.
That day, he couldn't even count how late he had been. He just knelt down in the rainy night, his back aching and numb. He lay in the mud for a long time before he finally got up on his own.
Rainwater mingled on his face, and the scent that entered his nostrils was a mixture of blood and earth. He actually liked the rain, because in the rain he had the right to cry.
Later, at the funeral, he arrived late. As the guests passed by him, he saw the wet nurse holding the infant in swaddling clothes and the elders with indifferent expressions.
Turning around, his younger siblings huddled together for warmth, transferring their anger onto him.
Fu Zeming said, "It's all your fault, that's why Mom died!"
He thought to himself, yes, that idealistic woman simply couldn't accept him becoming a madman by the side of the patriarch.
But who could have known that his standout performance at the family dinner was solely to rescue his mother?
Time passed, and he reappeared in this place, waiting for news from the most important person.
The desperate words echoed in my mind:
You'll regret this.
He won't regret it.
Everyone says he killed his mother, but he knows very well that from the moment she entered the Fu family, this was the only outcome for her.
He would not regret his obsessive pursuit of Song Luoyun.
She is only truly happy with him. He can provide her with the best education and the highest quality of life. As long as she accepts him, they can live like this forever.
She will fall in love with him, someday, or some morning.
The door was pushed open, and the light was so bright that Fu Huaizhi's vision went completely white before the image finally appeared.
The person was awake, clutching the IV drip, pale-faced, looking at him.
Her eyes were empty, devoid of emotion and light.
Fu Huaizhi was suddenly overcome with fear.
Through her, I see another person.
His mother had the same expression in her final moments.
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The author's note: Those who are related by blood understand each other best.
Liu Yi: If you transform yourself into his mother's appearance, he will come to his senses.
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