Chapter 92 Chapter 92 I will be responsible for you
The winter sun slanted into the ward, cut into strips of light by the blinds, like clear and translucent crystals that had been exposed to the sun, gently covering the two of them.
Fu Zhiyao held Yu Wan's arm more tightly. If his other hand was not injured and unable to move, he would have wanted to curl up into a ball and stuff himself into Yu Wan's arms.
The one minute we agreed on was actually more than a minute.
Through a thin layer of cloth, Fu Zhiyao's fluctuating emotions were conveyed to Yu Wan without reservation. She did not move, nor did she speak again, allowing Fu Zhiyao to extend that short minute indefinitely.
Sensing that Fu Zhiyao's emotions were calming down along with his breathing, Yu Wan finally spoke.
"I just wanted to say that I will be responsible for you."
"I said, I don't need..." Fu Zhiyao's wet voice got stuck in his throat. He suddenly realized it and was stunned: "You, you have to be responsible for me?"
"Well, is it weird to say responsible?"
Yu Wan glanced at Fu Zhiyao's hand that was holding her waist. Although there were scratches on the knuckles, the nails were trimmed neatly. The fingers were slender but not weak. When he applied a little force, blue veins would bulge on the back of his hand, revealing a seductive sexiness.
At this moment, the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand suddenly tightened.
Yu Wan asked Fu Zhiyao: "Can I turn around now?"
"It's better not to." Fu Zhiyao pressed his face against Yu Wan's back and asked in a low voice, "Does this count as a confession?"
Without waiting for Yu Wan to answer, Fu Zhiyao spoke a lot.
"If so, then you're being too hasty. You confessed your love without mentioning commitment. How long will your commitment last? If it's for life, does that mean you're proposing to me? If not, then aren't you being a hooligan? This is too much."
Yu Wan: “…”
Yu Wan was silent.
Fu Zhiyao poked Yu Wan's waist with his finger. The big boss's temper returned and he said dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you say anything?"
Yu Wan was suspicious: "Do you really have a concussion?"
Fu Zhiyao: “…”
"You really are going too far."
Yu Wan: “…”
To be honest, isn't it Fu Zhiyao who is more willful by holding her and not letting go? Her waist is also very sore.
Yu Wan was no longer the same Yu Wan she had been before. She threw the question back to Fu Zhiyao: "If I confess now, will you think I'm sincere?"
I don't know if it's because bosses like to think too much, or if Fu Zhiyao is simply a person who likes to imagine things. Although he always gives people an arrogant look as if he doesn't care about anything else, when she followed him to meet clients before, she could always hear Fu Zhiyao mention a few gossips about the partners across the street, which gave her a rough and superficial understanding of the partners.
Considering that Fu Zhiyao once made a typo and called her "Yuwan", it is very likely that he has been lurking in the company's gossip group for a long time, or heard Lai Yanxu and others call her that. In short, when Fu Zhiyao wanted to tease her, he would deliberately make a typo and call her "Yuwan".
Yu Wan felt that this must be a kind of elementary school kid's bad taste.
Fu Zhiyao asked her if she believed he had the ability to read minds. Yu Wan didn't quite believe it. She had secretly complained about Fu Zhiyao so many times in her heart. If Fu Zhiyao could really hear her, given his personality, he would have kicked her out of the president's office long ago.
Because of this, Yu Wan felt that many things had to be explained clearly to Fu Zhiyao. As a subordinate, how could she let the boss who paid her salary feel suspicious or doubtful?
The only thing Yu Wan couldn't tell was whether he liked it or not.
People only believe in being loved after repeated doubts.
But she underestimated Fu Zhiyao's shamelessness. Fu Zhiyao loosened his arm and pulled her lightly. Yu Wan turned around according to Fu Zhiyao's force, lowered her eyes to meet Fu Zhiyao's dark and deep eyes. Her eyelids and nose tip were a little red, like a red plum blossom in the snow, warm in the coldness.
"If you look me in the eyes and confess to me, even if it's a lie, it's the truth."
The sunlight outside the window slanted and shone on Fu Zhiyao's face for a moment. He blinked uncomfortably. A hand gently covered his eyes, blocking all the sunlight for him. The next moment, the fragrance of white magnolia enveloped him and finally turned into a cool kiss.
The touching action without any desire was simple and pure, making Fu Zhiyao's heart swell in his chest, clamoring restlessly for more.
He was clearly about to enter his thirties, but because of a kiss, he became a young and immature boy.
Yu Wan's kiss only lasted a few seconds. She didn't know if what she did was right. She watched the idol dramas that Mao Xinling talked about, and the protagonists were always used to sealing the relationship with a kiss, letting actions replace words.
If you want Fu Zhiyao to stop talking, do you have to do this?
But it was the first time for Yu Wan to do this, so she covered Fu Zhiyao's eyes before she dared to kiss him with trembling lips. After Yu Wan moved her hands that were covering Fu Zhiyao's eyes, Yu Wan met Fu Zhiyao's deep and watery eyes. Those dark eyes looked at her steadily, and her throat rolled slightly in restraint.
In contrast to Fu Zhiyao's expression, his tone was quite serious. He asked her, "Secretary Yu, has anyone ever told you that it is very rude to kiss someone without permission?"
Yu Wan was a little slow to react, "I'm sorry..."
"You have to ask me first, 'Can I kiss you?'" Fu Zhiyao interrupted Yu Wan before she could apologize.
Fu Zhiyao's eyes and eyebrows raised upwards, and he looked very proud. Yu Wan blinked and followed his words, "So, can I kiss you?"
Fu Zhiyao raised his chin calmly, closed his eyes, and said casually, "Okay."
Yu Wan: “…”
In the sunlight, tiny dust particles floated up and down helplessly in the air. The rain that fell yesterday seemed to have cleared up today. The heater was on in the ward and there were evergreen trees outside the window. If there were no pedestrians passing by in down jackets, one would confuse spring and winter.
Song Chuchu stared blankly at the tree branch outside the window that had been struck by lightning and was barely hanging on by a layer of bark. When the wind blew, the leaves hit the window.
With a swish, Yu Heya half-opened the window to block out the overly glaring sunlight.
Song Chuchu immediately started yelling like an animal whose territory had been invaded, "Did I ask you to draw the curtains?! I told you to stay away from me. I don't need you in the room. You're more of an eyesore than this damn sunlight!"
Yu Heya ignored Song Chuchu's roar, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was calm and tired, she no longer had the energy to argue with Song Chuchu.
"Song Zhengxiong and his illegitimate son managed to escape to Southeast Asia. They were planning to settle in Australia. Yesterday, it rained heavily, and Lu Yusen was in a car accident. He reportedly died in the early morning. Lu Zongxin was rushed to the emergency room several times, but was brought back to life. His sentence hasn't been finalized yet, and Fu Zhiyao won't relent."
Yu Heya turned around and met Song Chuchu's eyes full of anger, "So why did you provoke him at this time?"
"I told you to go abroad, away from the chaos back home, but you chose to provoke Yu Wan. What on earth is there about her that made you care so much that you chose such a radical way to destroy yourself?!"
Yu Heya's voice was full of confusion and pity.
There are so many ways to retreat and choose from, why did Chuchu step on the accelerator without hesitation and crash into it? No one knows better than Yu Heya what this means.
This means that Chuchu doesn't want to live. She is so desperate that she wants the car to crash and everyone to die. How can this not make Yu Heya suffer?
She smashed everything that could be smashed on the table beside the bed, leaving only a bunch of flowers that had no offensive power. Song Chuchu grabbed it and threw it hard at Yu Heya.
Bright red rose petals were scattered all over the floor, appearing as bright as blood on the white tiles.
Song Chuchu was disgusted: "Don't lecture me in this tone. Who do you think you are to me? You are not my mother. My mother is dead! She died twenty-two years ago! How long are you going to pretend to be deaf and dumb? You are not worthy of being my mother!"
Snap——
Song Chuchu's face was hit and tilted to one side. The slap was lighter than the one Yu Wan gave her, but it made Song Chuchu unable to raise her head for a long time.
"You said I'm not worthy of being your mother. Indeed, the child I raised with all my heart for twenty-three years has become an ungrateful person. My greatest failure as a mother is raising a disappointing child like you. Of course, I'm not worthy of being your mother!"
Yu Heya's face was covered with tears, her heart was broken, and she clenched her fists and kept hitting her chest to ease the resentment that was hard to swallow.
If she had known this, she should have used tough measures to force Chuchu to go abroad, instead of being afraid that Chuchu was not prepared and giving her time to understand her good intentions.
How could Chuchu understand a mother's good intentions? She was so young and didn't understand anything.
Song Chuchu's eyes were red. "You keep saying you love me, but now you're scolding me for not living up to your expectations. Your true colors have finally been revealed. You told me to go abroad, so I went abroad. Why? Why did I escape abroad in disgrace, while Yu Wan enjoyed everything that should have belonged to me? What did I do wrong?! It was Song Zhengxiong who embezzled the money, and it was he who teamed up with Lu Zongxin to murder Fu Zhiyao's parents, not me! Why do I have to suffer all this? Why don't you just let me die? Let me drag this immobile leg, let me sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, and let me live like this?!"
Song Chuchu slapped her unconscious thigh fiercely and broke down crying: "How can you let me go and leave for me if you think about me?!"
It's all too late.
It was too late the moment Yu Wan changed the plot. She could never compare to Yu Wan. Yu Wan was Lu Sui's childhood playmate, and their relationship was deeper than hers. Yu Wan was Fu Zhiyao's secretary, and the two fell in love with each other over time. But she was like a person with her eyes blinded, and she was still self-righteous and thought that Yu Wan could not compare to her.
Song Chuchu hated Yu Wan and hated that predictive dream. If it wasn't a dream, she could still continue to live stupidly. She hated Lu Yusen who told her the truth. If it weren't for him, it would be natural for her to accept Yu Heya's kindness.
Why tell her everything she originally had, and why cruelly deprive her of everything that belongs to her.
Song Chuchu cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. Yu Heya held Song Chuchu in her arms, patted her back soothingly, and kept apologizing: "It's mom's fault. It's mom's fault. If you want to blame someone, blame mom..."
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door, and a moment later, two policemen in uniform walked into the ward.
Seeing the mother and daughter cuddling and crying beside the bed, he was stunned for a moment before showing his ID and speaking coldly: "Ms. Song, we are police officers from the Huaxin Road Traffic Police Brigade in Hai City. We are now investigating and questioning you in accordance with the law regarding the car accident that occurred on Huaxin Road yesterday. Please cooperate truthfully..."
Song Chuchu's tears dried on her face. She panicked instantly and grabbed Yu Heya's arm tightly, struggling in vain.
"I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to go to jail. Aren't Yu Wan and Fu Zhiyao still alive? Mom, save me, save me!"
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