Extra Chuci vs Tang Yutong 06
This was the first time the two of them had actually stood face to face since she filed for the breakup.
It was clearly she who turned away resolutely at the beginning, but at this moment, it was also her whose fingertips were trembling slightly and whose heart was beating like a drum.
How did he appear here? Was it a coincidence, or... did he come here specifically to see her?
Countless questions surged in Tang Yutong's mind, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something. When she met his bottomless eyes, she couldn't even utter a syllable.
In the end, it was Chu Ci who broke the suffocating silence first.
His voice was a little deeper and hoarser than I remembered, falling into the silent air:
"How are you...really?"
Is she okay? Not at all.
This month, she was tortured by memories again and again. She couldn't taste her food, couldn't sleep at night, and even just now she was hiding here in a panic and secretly crying.
But the pride in her bones wouldn't allow her to show any weakness.
She raised a perfectly placed smile almost as a reflex, met his gaze, and spoke in a tone so brisk it was almost deliberate:
"I'm fine. How about you?"
She thought this distant and respectful greeting would end here.
However, the next second after she finished speaking, Chu Ci suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and hugged her tightly and forcefully in an attitude that did not allow for rejection.
Tang Yutong was completely frozen in place, her mind was blank, and the only thing left was the warm touch from his chest and the clear breath that belonged only to him lingering around her body.
He...what is he doing?
Tang Yutong was held stiffly in his arms, her mind blank.
The hug was too strong, and carried an almost uncontrollable possessiveness, completely different from the cold and self-control he displayed at the moment.
She could clearly feel the tense muscles beneath the fabric of his suit and the heavy heartbeat in his chest.
"Chu Ci...?"
She finally found her voice, trembling with disbelief.
But he didn't let go. Instead, he gently rested his chin on the top of her head and tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
His warm breath brushed against her ear, and his low voice had a barely perceptible hoarseness:
"No, Tang Yutong, I'm not okay at all."
This almost frank statement was like a key, instantly prying open the defenses she had worked so hard to build.
She tried to struggle, wanted to push him away to ask for clarification, wanted to ask him what he meant by this - it was him who deceived her in the first place, and now that she had decided to let go, it was him who came to mess up her life again.
However, when she raised her hand to his chest, she could clearly feel the slight trembling of his body.
Beneath that tough, hard shell, there seems to be a fragile structure that cannot bear the weight.
At this moment, all the prepared questions and resentments were stuck in my throat.
She suddenly remembered the gossip of the ladies, the news of his father's death, and the back of him drinking alone in the barbecue restaurant...
The raised hands finally dropped down weakly.
She didn't hug him back, but she didn't push him away either.
I just let myself stay in this belated embrace full of contradictions and pain, and closed my eyes.
The evening breeze blew her skirt and also ruffled his meticulously crafted hair.
In a corner where no one was watching, two scarred souls snuggled together briefly, as if they were the only driftwood in the chaotic world.
"Your father..."
She spoke softly, her voice muffled by the fabric of his suit.
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by his low voice.
The voice carried a completely unguarded vulnerability she had never heard before:
"Yutong..."
He called her name, like a sigh, like a plea,
"I have no relatives left in this world."
These words were like the sharpest needle, piercing the softest part of her heart unexpectedly.
All the surging grievances and anger strangely subsided at this moment.
Yes, outsiders only saw that he inherited a huge business empire at a young age and became a wealthy bachelor with his net worth doubled. They envied him, admired him, and even planned how to get their daughter to be with him.
But has anyone ever thought that the price he paid for all this was losing his father, the only relative he had in the world.
From then on, there was no one to shelter him from the wind and rain, and no lamp was left for him alone.
Chu Ci, who once lived a reckless life as if nothing could restrain him, was forced to grow up overnight and carried the heavy responsibility and crown on his thin shoulders.
At this moment, all the resentment Tang Yutong had towards him was temporarily put aside, replaced by a surge of uncontrollable heartache.
She could even imagine that beneath his seemingly indestructible and hard exterior, there lay a bewildered soul licking its wounds alone.
She hesitated for a moment, and finally, the hand that had been hanging by her side was slowly and gently raised and placed on his slightly trembling back.
This silent action is worth a thousand words.
He didn't say anything, but just hugged her tighter, as if he had finally caught the only ray of light in the endless darkness.
Chu Ci held her like this, as if to make up for the time they had spent apart.
After a long time, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice so hoarse that it was almost broken:
"I miss you so much...don't leave me, okay?"
Tang Yutong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify in an instant.
He...what did he just say?
Miss her? Don't leave?
How is this possible?
Reason was like ice water poured over her head, instantly waking her up from the dream filled with heartache and warmth.
She exerted force suddenly and pushed Chu Ci away. The tenderness in her eyes had faded away and was covered with a layer of frost.
"Chu Ci, I only let you hold me because you just lost your father. But if you want to say these inexplicable things, forget it."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.
However, just as she passed by Chu Ci, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a firm force.
Tang Yutong lowered her head, looking at his bony hands tightly gripping her wrist, a sarcastic sneer appearing at the corner of her lips.
Really skilled.
The hands that once gently caressed her cheeks were now acting out the scene of affectionate retention so realistically.
She raised her head, and her cold eyes scraped across his face like a knife:
"What? Lying to me once wasn't enough, and you want to lie to me a second time?"
She paused, each word was filled with chill.
"Or is it that Mr. Chu has been acting for so long that he even believes it himself?"
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