Chapter 22: Dissociating
"Sister-in-law, thank you for saving me."
"But how did you do that? Was it magic? Are you a witch?"
"Sister-in-law, are there any wet wipes in the car? My hands and feet are dirty, I can't stand it..."
As soon as Song Yu got in the car, he started chattering non-stop, which made Yu Zhi's already bad mood even worse.
Sticky sweat mixed with rain and mud that had not been wiped off all stuck to her skin, and her hands were so sore that Yu Zhi couldn't even give a polite smile.
Just when her temper was about to reach its peak, she suddenly heard the man in the passenger seat holding a box of Red Bull mutter, "But I still feel it's amazing. I remember that all four of my limbs were chopped off before I died..."
The irritability lingering in Yu Zhi's heart suddenly deflated like a deflated ball.
A trace of emotion flashed across her eyes.
Was this guy actually tortured to death?
The headlights from the distant cars shone through the glass, illuminating the solemn expression on Yu Zhi's face with exceptional clarity. She didn't look at Song Yu, but said with exceptional seriousness, "Song Yu, listen to me. The fact that you're sitting here unharmed isn't because of my kindness, but because someone wants you to be safe."
Yu Zhi couldn't tell the truth, but she didn't want Song Nuan's efforts to be buried, so she could only say it very vaguely.
Seeing her so serious, Song Yu was slightly startled and suddenly became quiet.
"So, you must be safe and healthy from now on. This is not a blessing, but a debt you must repay."
Song Yu looked at Yu Zhi's profile. Although he didn't quite understand, his mood became inexplicably heavy.
He murmured, "Okay."
A normal person would take some time to react when encountering such an incredible and strange thing, but what Yu Zhi could never have imagined was that this guy's ability to adapt was extremely strong.
Soon he was laughing again.
"Sister-in-law, where are we going?"
Good question.
Yu Zhi is now very conflicted. She can't just take the person back so openly, right?
"Why don't you take me home? I miss you so much, Brother Zhou!"
"No, if your brother Zhou saw you pretending to be dead in the middle of the night, wouldn't you scare him to death?"
If she was really frightened, Yu Zhi would have to comfort her.
Song Yu waved his hand nonchalantly: "You underestimate my brother Zhou's psychological endurance."
Yu Zhi frowned slightly. She really had given herself a big problem.
This kid from the Song family definitely can't go back for the time being. If he finds a random hotel and is found out by his enemies, he will probably die again.
Although Zhou Rang has a close relationship with him, the Zhou family is in China, so it is unrealistic to pack him up and send him to the airport.
Right now, it’s indeed only their family that can go.
Yu Zhi stopped the car with one foot, and both of them leaned forward due to inertia. Fortunately, they were both wearing seat belts.
She turned around and warned Song Yu seriously: "Listen, I can take you back. But remember, you must not mention anything about me tonight.
Your brother currently thinks I don't know about your death, so I will continue to pretend I don't know."
Song Yu understood Yu Zhi's eagerness to distance herself from the matter, because after all, this matter was too unbelievable to be explained to a third party.
He was very understanding: "I understand. I will say that after I crawled out of the grave, I saw you on the road and stopped the car. Then, sister-in-law, you were very kind and took me home."
Yu Zhi didn't care how he would explain the resurrection to Pei Yuezhou, as long as she wasn't involved.
She was quite satisfied with Song Yu's attitude.
Along the way, after her repeated instructions and his repeated assurances, the SUV finally slowly entered the garage.
The gentlemanly blond butler felt as if the sky was falling when he saw his disheveled wife leading a disheveled man in a vacuum raincoat into the house.
His already deep blue eyes suddenly widened to the size of goose eggs.
"Oh my God, who is this ma'am?"
Yu Zhi was so exhausted that she didn't want to talk. While drinking Red Bull, she also paid attention to arranging Song Yu: "He found him on the road. Just find a guest room to put him up."
Song Yu smiled flatteringly and waved to the housekeeper: "Hello."
The housekeeper's face was filled with heavy emotions, and he immediately labeled Song Yu a wild man. So much so that even the look on his face was not very good.
Song Yu followed behind the housekeeper, looking around at the decorations, and sighed: "Brother Zhou's ancestors are indeed from the royal family of Country M. This mansion is full of antiques, right?"
Pei Yuezhou's ancestors were pure American people. Coincidentally, his family had married Chinese wives for several generations. By the time it came to his generation, no one knew how much blood he had mixed in.
Therefore, although his bone structure is more superior to that of the Western bone structure, his skin appearance is more in line with the mainstream aesthetic of China.
The housekeeper heard from his words that it seemed that he knew his master, and his expression became even weirder. Is this his master's friend?
No matter what, the butler maintained a distant and polite appearance, and out of his own little thoughts, he took the person to the guest room farthest from the master bedroom.
But the supporting facilities inside can be regarded as high-end hotel level, so it is not unfair to him.
"Sir, you can rest here. The cloakroom has clothes of various sizes that meet men's needs. You can pick them up if you need them. If you have any other instructions, you can contact me at any time using the phone in the room."
Although Song Yu was eager to rush in and take a shower, he still maintained his proper courtesy: "Okay, I'm sorry to bother you tonight. You can go down and rest first."
After closing the door, he threw off his raincoat and went into the bathroom.
When he thought about whether he had climbed out of a grave, or even his own grave, Song Yu felt very uncomfortable all over.
He rubbed himself inside and out four times until his body turned red. Then he stopped and came out wrapped in a bath towel.
He sat on the bed and touched his limbs that had been chopped off one by one. Now they were very healthy, with smooth and firm skin and no trace of it could be seen at all.
The pain of that night seemed to be just a dream.
He looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at the setting moon outside, and still felt a sense of unreality.
Really alive.
Who could be the person that my sister-in-law said wished him safety?
All sorts of doubts lingered in his mind, and he suffered from a rare sleeplessness.
On the other side, Yu Zhi fell asleep and didn't know that when it was almost dawn, Pei Yuezhou pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
While Yu Zhi was sleeping soundly, he rubbed odorless medicated oil on her arms, gently massaging them to relax her overworked arm muscles.
He probably just came back from a trip, and there were faint bluish-gray marks under his eyelids, which did not affect his appearance, but rather had a kind of decadent beauty.
Half an hour later, he hid the medicated oil, went to bed quietly, and slept with his clothes on.
Even though he was already fast asleep, his hand on Yu Zhi's waist unconsciously tightened a little.
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