Chapter Twenty-Six: She is no longer Su Muci, whom everyone can bully.
Although Huo Junyan quickly covered his face with his arm at that moment, some pepper spray was still sprayed on his forehead.
After regaining his senses, he stood frozen in place, watching her fleeing figure in the distance, his expression filled with confusion.
Half an hour later, he returned to the Huo family villa and bumped into Huo Junjun, who had gone back to her hometown to rest for the weekend, as soon as he stepped into the house.
"Bro, what happened to your head? Did you get into a fight?"
Huo Junjun noticed that his forehead was a little red, jumped up from the sofa, and went over to check his wound.
Huo Junyan: "Don't mention it."
He went straight upstairs, unwilling to say another word.
Huo Junjun followed his retreating figure and muttered curiously, "Strange, how could my brother, such an honest person, get into a fight?"
She was puzzled and sent Su Muci a message: [Muci, my brother got injured today, there's a big red mark on his forehead. You've been getting close to my brother lately, do you know what happened?]
Su Muci had just finished showering and was drying her hair when she glanced at the message. Her heart tightened inexplicably, and she quickly replied: [Mr. Huo is injured? How serious is it?]
[Tsk tsk, looks like you don't know the situation either... But seeing how worried you are about my brother, his injury was worth it!]
Huo Junjun replied instantly, adding a sly, smiling emoji.
Su Muci's eyelids twitched suddenly as she looked at the message.
Is she nervous about Huo Zhan?
My heart felt like it had been hit by something, suddenly racing, and even my breathing became a little erratic.
She quickly suppressed her unease and repeatedly convinced herself that since Mr. Huo had helped her so many times, she certainly didn't want anything to happen to him.
That evening, after much hesitation, Su Muci tentatively sent Huo Zhan a message:
[Mr. Huo, are you alright? Junjun told me you injured your head. How serious is the injury?]
...
Huo Zhan is not good at all.
He had just finished an electrotherapy session at a private therapy center and was sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to psychologist Cheng Siyu chanting mantras beside him.
“Mr. Huo, your impulsiveness stems from a deep-seated inferiority complex. Subconsciously, you believe that she will not accept the real you, which is why you want to use violence to take her away.”
"You have to let go of your obsession with the outcome. Love is never about ultimate possession, but about the process itself, about willing giving."
"Only when your love stops calculating gains and losses can your heart truly find peace..."
As Cheng Siyu spoke, he secretly observed Huo Zhan's expression.
In the past, whenever he "recited scriptures," Huo Zhan would always interrupt him impatiently with various excuses. But during these two electrotherapy sessions, Huo Zhan listened quietly throughout, his gaze unusually focused.
After the consultation, Cheng Siyu finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Huo, your cooperation these two times was exceptionally high. Can you tell me why?"
Faced with his question, Huo Zhan, unusually, did not show a cold expression and answered decisively:
"First, Cici told me last night to rest more and not to put too much pressure on myself."
As he spoke, the corners of his eyes unconsciously turned up, and his tone revealed a softness that even he himself was unaware of.
"Secondly, I need to start preparing for living together."
The relief that had just welled up in Cheng Siyu's heart after hearing the first sentence was instantly frozen when he heard the second sentence, and his scalp tingled.
"Mr. Huo, your mental state is still unstable. I don't recommend that you two live under the same roof, unless you want to experience working on a sewing machine in prison..."
He then added a legal reminder: "Unlawfully depriving someone of their personal freedom for more than 24 hours can result in a three-year sentence. Using violence or coercion against a woman's will can be punishable by death."
This was the umpteenth time Huo Zhan had been given a lecture on the law by a psychologist, and he frowned without replying.
Just then, the phone screen suddenly lit up.
First, a message popped up from Su Muchi, asking how badly he was injured.
Immediately after, a message from his nephew Huo Junyan popped up: [Uncle, someone tried to kidnap Miss Su in front of the radio station today. I went to stop them, but she mistook me for an accomplice and sprayed me with pepper spray... [Selfie with forehead]]
[Uncle, those people are up to no good. I'm just letting you know in advance because I'm worried about Miss Su's safety.]
Huo Zhan stared at the two messages, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He grabbed his coat and quickly left the therapy center, driving straight towards his apartment.
He hurriedly dialed Su Muci's number on the way.
Where?
His voice came through the receiver with a barely perceptible urgency.
Su Muci's voice was soft on the other end: "I'm at the apartment. Mr. Huo, how's your head injury?"
Why are you still worried about his injury at this critical juncture?
Huo Zhan solemnly instructed, "Lock the door and don't open it for anyone who knocks. I'm going back to find you now."
"Okay."
Su Muci had just hung up the phone, still wondering why he had come to see her. What did he want with her?
Suddenly, "Ding-dong—"
The doorbell suddenly rang!
Su Muci suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. Mr. Huo had just hung up the phone; there was no reason for him to arrive so quickly. So, who was the person outside...?
She hurriedly threw on a coat over her pajamas, slipped on her slippers, ran to the living room, and turned on the webcam screen.
On the screen, there was only an empty corridor, not a single person in sight.
However, less than two seconds later...
"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang again, each time more urgent than the last.
Meanwhile, the camera lens still showed no one, and Su Muci's back was instantly covered in sweat.
A long-forgotten memory suddenly surfaced in my mind.
At that time, she was still living in a small rented room, and Fu Hengzhi was her boyfriend.
One day, she was followed and stumbled home, locked the door, and called Fu Hengzhi in trembling hands.
The person outside kept ringing the doorbell, which frightened her so much that she huddled in the corner of the sofa, trembling all over.
Later, Fu Hengzhi rushed back and the moment he entered the door, he pulled her into his arms, who was curled up in a ball, and gently comforted her, "Cici, don't be afraid, I'm here."
The embrace she once relied on so much now felt like a needle pricking her heart.
Su Muci's eyes welled up with tears, which fell uncontrollably.
The more dependent you were, the more painful it will be to quit.
Just when the pain in her heart was so intense that she could hardly breathe, suddenly... she bit her lip, and blood quickly seeped from her lips.
The thoughts that were deep in the memories were instantly pulled back.
Su Muci's eyes gradually regained their resolve: she could no longer be as weak and bullied as she had been in the past!
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—ding-dong—"
When the doorbell rang urgently again, Su Muci decisively pulled out a stun gun she had prepared beforehand from behind the door and gripped it tightly.
Just as the "ding-dong" sound came from outside again...
"Snap!"
She yanked the door open, and at the same time, she rushed out and stabbed the man outside the door with a stun gun!
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
"ah!"
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
Su Muci remained silent and ignored the other party's howls, focusing solely on her attack.
Until with a loud thud, the tall body fell to the ground.
The corridor was completely quiet.
Su Muci was covered in sweat, holding her breath as she looked down at the man lying on the ground.
Upon seeing the familiar face on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It's him!
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