Chapter 56 Chapter 56 "If you don't wake up, I'll keep waiting."...
The air in the underground training base was stagnant and cold, filled with the smell of metal, sweat, and faint gunpowder.
Yu Sixie stood behind the one-way glass of the observation room, his face as gloomy as water, his eyes like precise scanners, locking onto the movements of every newcomer in the simulated battlefield below.
He had just issued an extremely strict order——
In complete darkness and with constant strong noise interference, blind disassembly and assembly of precision instruments are carried out.
The loser will face 24 consecutive hours of high-intensity physical punishment.
All the newcomers in the field had pale faces, their fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and the huge psychological pressure almost crushed their nerves.
Suddenly, without any warning, Yu Sixie's heart suddenly sank!
It was like an invisible hand penetrated through the barriers and squeezed tightly, bringing a sharp but brief feeling of suffocation.
An inexplicable, heart-pounding panic swept over him without warning, sending a chill down his spine and causing his fingertips to tremble imperceptibly.
Almost instinctively, he subconsciously reached for the inside pocket of his suit, wanting to check for the private cell phone that was the only way to keep in touch with the outside world.
All that touched with his fingertips was the delicate fabric of an expensive suit.
Yu Sixie suddenly remembered that before entering this absolutely confidential area, all personal communication devices had been handed in and sealed as required.
This is an information black hole, and any concern with the outside world is a strictly prohibited luxury at this moment.
A trace of anxiety and uneasiness, which was rarely seen, flashed across the depths of his bottomless eyes.
The feeling came suddenly and violently.
Is it Xitong? Or Xiaozhi?
The man's eyes subconsciously turned to the heavy, all-isolating alloy door of the observation room, as if he could penetrate it and sense everything in the outside world.
His fingers tightened slightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white.
However, this process only lasted two seconds.
Two seconds later, all the fluctuating emotions in Yu Sixie's eyes were forcibly wiped away as if by an even colder and harder hand, and he instantly returned to his absolute calmness as still as a pond.
He is the supreme commander here, the maker of rules and the strictest enforcer.
Any personal emotional fluctuations are not allowed here and are dangerous weaknesses.
He turned his gaze expressionlessly back to the newcomers below who were struggling under extreme pressure. His voice, cold and hard as iron, came through the microphone without a trace of emotion, accurately pointing out the next person's operational error:
"Number 7, your left hand was 0.3 seconds slow. Pay attention, or you'll be the next to leave."
It was as if the heart palpitations that almost made him lose his composure had never happened.
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The chaos in the night was like a boiling oil pan, with insults, cries, and the sound of objects breaking intertwined into a nerve-wracking noise.
Just as the heavy metal thermos pierced the air and hit Xitong's forehead fiercely, blood splattered, and her body fell limply backwards—
A black figure, like a long-dormant cheetah, tore through the chaotic crowd at an astonishing speed and rushed into the field!
Wen Yanming had just returned from overseas and hadn't even had time to adjust to the jet lag. When he heard that there seemed to be a wave of public opinion about the Huashan project, he immediately drove over, but he didn't expect to encounter such a purgatory-like scene.
What he didn't expect was that the person lying in a pool of blood, whose life or death was unknown, would be Xi Tong!
Time slowed down countless times before his eyes.
He looked at the horrible wound on her forehead, and watched the warm blood rush out, staining her pale cheeks and slender neck red...
The glaring red, like a red-hot knife, instantly pierced through the gentle appearance he had carefully maintained, and stabbed into the most paranoid and crazy crater in his heart!
“Xiao Xi——!”
An almost hoarse growl erupted from the depths of his throat. It was no longer the gentle tone of the past, but a beast-like wail filled with immense rage and panic.
He waved away the person blocking his way and almost knelt down. Before Xitong's body completely touched the ground, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
The tentacles were wet, sticky and warm, all filled with her blood!
Wen Yanming's eyes instantly turned red, and all his demeanor and disguise were completely shattered at this moment, leaving only an almost primitive rage and possessiveness.
He suddenly raised his head and looked around at the crowd around him who were still clamoring and had not even reacted yet. His eyes, which were always smiling, were now filled with cold murderous intent that was enough to freeze the soul.
"Shut up, everyone!"
His voice was not loud, but it was like a poisoned ice blade, carrying a chilling sense of authority and oppression, which instantly drowned out the noise at the scene.
The well-trained private security team brought by Wen Yanming rushed in like a black tide, and began to control the scene with rough but efficient movements, forcibly isolating the crowd, seizing the "weapons" in their hands, and pinning several of the leaders of the riot, especially the man who threw the thermos cup, to the ground.
The scene instantly fell into a dead silence after being suppressed by absolute power, with only the muffled groans and terrified gasps of the suppressed.
Wen Yanming stopped looking at them.
He lowered his head and stared at Xi Tong, who was breathing weakly and whose face was as pale as paper in his arms. His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand, and the pain was so severe that it almost cramped.
He stretched out his slightly trembling hand, not to wipe it, but with an almost blasphemous gesture of strong possessiveness, his cold fingertips pinched her bloody jaw fiercely, forcing her lifeless face up, completely exposed to his sight.
The fingertips were stained with the still warm blood that had flowed from the wound on the corner of his forehead.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone around him, the man who seemed to have fallen from the sky made a creepy move—
He slowly and naturally brought the blood-stained finger to his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked it.
The sweet and fishy taste of rust spread in the mouth.
At that moment, the last trace of humanity in his eyes seemed to disappear, replaced by a crazy and stubborn calm that was completely immersed in darkness.
"Don't be afraid."
Wen Yanming lowered his head and whispered in her ear in a voice so cold that only Xitong could hear it, "From now on, no one will be able to hurt you in the slightest."
He carefully but powerfully picked up Xitong and carried her horizontally, like a knight holding a lost but broken treasure.
Xitong's head rested weakly on Wen Yanming's neck, and blood stained his expensive suit jacket red.
Standing up, his cold gaze swept across the entire venue like a knife blade, and finally fixed accurately on the face of the man who caused the accident, who was pinned to the ground by security personnel and had a terrified face.
Wen Yanming held Xitong in his arms and walked over step by step. His shiny leather shoes made clear tapping sounds on the ground covered with broken glass and stains, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.
He stopped in front of the man and looked down at him as if he were a dirty insect that could be crushed at any time.
"You," Wen Yanming's voice was eerily calm, yet contained a chilling chill that could make one's soul tremble, "you'd better pray that she's okay from now on."
He leaned forward slightly and whispered like a demon:
"Then, use the rest of your life to carefully calculate how much you should pay to buy the moment of your nagging behavior today."
"I will make you, and everyone who has anything to do with you, lose everything and regret it for the rest of your life."
After saying that, Wen Yanming didn't look at that person again.
He held Xitong in his arms, and under the strict protection of black-clad security guards, he walked through the silent crowd and headed towards his black ghost-like car.
…
This is an extremely luxurious yet cold room without a trace of human presence.
It is more like an elaborate golden birdcage than a ward.
The walls were upholstered in soft, light-gray silk, completely blocking out any sound from the outside world. The vast floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dazzling cityscape, a dazzling spectacle, yet seemingly a cold, isolated painting. The air was filled with an eerie, almost ethereal aroma of disinfectant and expensive fragrance. All the medical equipment was cleverly concealed behind vintage furniture. Only the subtle, warm glow of the artistic bedside lamp and the silent drip of the IV drip hinted at the room's true purpose.
Xitong lay quietly on the large bed covered with Egyptian cotton bedding, her face so pale that it was almost transparent, and the white gauze wrapped around her forehead was a glaring reminder of the tragedy that had happened not long ago.
Her breathing was weak and even. She was deeply immersed in the drowsiness brought on by the drugs and was unaware of everything around her.
Wen Yanming sat in a velvet armchair beside the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at Xi Tong motionlessly.
His expensive suit jacket was casually draped to one side, and two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, revealing his taut neck.
Those eyes that always contained spring breeze and smiles now only had bottomless darkness and an almost paranoid concentration.
"Xiao Xi..."
He spoke, his voice very low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, his fingertips almost greedily tracing the contours of her cheek, but carefully avoiding the wound.
"How long will you sleep?"
"That loser couldn't find you, he didn't even know you were almost dead..."
Wen Yanming's voice grew colder, filled with bitter sarcasm and a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Look, in the end, it was me who was by your side. I was the only one who could protect you."
His fingertips gently stroked Xitong's cold lower lip, and the darkness in his eyes deepened like a whirlpool.
"Wake up and look at me. From now on, you must stay here and not go anywhere. It's too dangerous outside, and this is the safest place... I will hide you so well that no one can find you."
Just then, there was a slight knock on the door.
Wen Yanming paused, and the thick darkness in his eyes that was about to overflow was instantly restrained, leaving only his usual, impeccable warmth.
He stood up straight and said in a steady tone, "Come in."
A young woman in a white nurse's uniform walked in with a tray of food, her head lowered, not daring to look any further.
"Mr. Wen, the nutritious meal is ready."
"Give it to me." Wen Yanming stretched out his hand and smiled politely, "Thank you for your hard work."
The nurse carefully handed over the tray, then quickly retreated as if escaping, closing the door gently.
The room fell completely silent again.
The moment the door closed, the warm mask on Wen Yanming's face shattered and peeled off silently like a fragile ice shell.
He did not move immediately, but just held the bowl of carefully prepared, easy-to-swallow liquid food and quietly looked at the unconscious person on the bed.
Sitting back in the chair, he scooped up a small mouthful of warm porridge with an exquisite white porcelain spoon, blew it carefully to cool it down, and then carefully handed it to Xitong's lips.
"Come, eat something."
The man's voice was a little hoarse than before, with a kind of bewitching patience.
The porridge could not flow in automatically, so Wen Yanming patiently used the tip of the spoon to gently pry open Xitong's weak lips and teeth, and fed the food in bit by bit. With his other hand, he gently supported her jaw to assist her in making a weak swallowing movement.
The movements were so skillful that it was frightening, as if they had been repeated thousands of times.
After feeding her the last bite, he used a soft wet wipe to carefully wipe the corners of Xitong's mouth as if it were a rare treasure.
Every movement was extremely gentle, filled with a kind of cherishment that was almost reverent.
However, beneath this extreme tenderness, something that has been suppressed to the extreme is surging wildly.
The air became thick and tight.
Wen Yanming put down his bowl and spoon, his gaze moving inch by inch over Xitong's sleeping eyebrows, eyes, and nose, finally settling on the two lips that showed a faint hint of life due to the moisture of the food.
His Adam's apple rolled.
The only sound in the room was his increasingly heavy breathing, which beat against the dead silence.
Suddenly, he leaned over.
It was no longer the kind of ambiguous closeness as before, but with a resolute attitude, he kissed those two pale and slightly cold lips fiercely!
It wasn't a kiss, it was more like a bite, a mark, a desperate plunder...
Wen Yanming pried open Xitong's teeth and went deep into that defenseless world, frantically absorbing her faint breath, trying to forcefully imprint his existence into it.
His fingers dug into the hair at the back of her head, holding her in place with an unbreakable force, bearing all his uncontrolled emotions.
Young Master Wenrun disappeared completely, leaving only a soul burning wildly on the edge of loss of control.
...After a long time, Wen Yanming suddenly let go of Xi Tong and raised his head.
Her lips were a strange red due to his rough treatment, forming a startling contrast with her pale face.
But the person on the bed is still unconscious...
Wen Yanming's eyes were filled with surging, red magma.
He stared at her intently, as if he was going to devour her completely in the next moment.
In the end, he restrained himself.
"Wake up..."
"Xitong, I beg you to wake up!"
The sound squeezed out from between teeth carried a deeper, suffocating desire.
He suddenly punched the heavy wooden bedpost beside the bed, making a dull and terrifying sound, and the back of his hand instantly became red, swollen and broken.
But he seemed to feel no pain. He just pressed his forehead hard against the place where he was hit, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
The volcano finally broke through all disguises and erupted with madness that burned through everything.
"Look," he laughed hoarsely, his laughter broken and twisted, a mixture of indescribable pain and possessiveness, "what have you turned me into..."
"If you don't wake up, I'll keep waiting."
"One day, one year, a lifetime...you can only be here, by my side."
"Even if it's just a shell, it can only be mine."
Wen Yanming raised his head, his eyes filled with a dark look that seemed to destroy everything, but his fingertips once again gently and tremblingly stroked Xi Tong's slightly swollen lips.
"So, wake up quickly... and look at me."
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