Chapter 83: She was raised by me since she was young...
"Kan Zhao?" Lin Qingxu called out subconsciously.
Those words flicked a switch, and Kan Zhao stepped out from the shadows of the trees. At that distance, he couldn't hear her voice at all. Kan Zhao's eyes were fixed on the spot where Qu Wen and Lin Qingxu had just touched.
His whole body was filled with a biting chill. He walked straight towards Qu Wen and before Lin Qingxu could react, he had already grabbed Qu Wen's collar.
"What the hell were you doing just now?" Kan Zhao's voice was terribly low.
Qu Wen calmly met his gaze and explained, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Kan Zhao sneered. The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping Qu Wen's collar, bulged, and a terrifying red welled up in his eyes.
Jealousy gnawed at Kan Zhao's sanity like a poisonous snake.
He knew that he had no right to ask about Lin Qingxu's private affairs, and they had no relationship at all now.
But when he saw Qu Wen hugging her, the rage that surged in his chest almost tore him apart. He wanted to break the hands that touched hers.
"Kan Zhao, let go."
Lin Qingxu reacted, stood in front of Qu Wen, and pushed Kan Zhao away: "What are you crazy about?"
Kan Zhao took two steps back. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was full of disbelief. His voice was trembling and the red bloodshot in his eyes was more obvious.
"You protected him? You pushed me... for him?"
This injured look made Lin Qingxu wonder if she had used too much force, as she had only used a little bit of strength.
It was not like she was treating Kan Zhao like this for Qu Wen. No matter who got involved in Kan Zhao's inexplicable emotions and the harm they might suffer, she would let Kan Zhao calm down.
At this time, Lin Qingxu pursed her lips, and her silent reaction completely hurt Kan Zhao.
In her heart, he was no longer the first choice who would be unconditionally favored.
Jealousy almost drove him crazy.
Kan Zhao grabbed Lin Qingxu's hand and pulled her upstairs.
Lin Qingxu frowned in pain.
Qu Wen said calmly, "Kan Zhao, let Qing Xu go. You'll hurt her."
Kan Zhao turned sideways and saw that Lin Qingxu's wrist was a little red. His anger suddenly dissipated a little, but he just reduced the strength of his hand and still held Lin Qingxu tightly.
"Get lost." His tone was cold.
"Calm down. Don't hurt her." Qu Wen stepped forward to stop him.
"I hurt her?" Kan Zhao sneered, as if he had heard a huge joke.
"When she was eight, her parents divorced. She would hide under her covers and cry every day. I would climb over the fence from the ninth floor to her room every night and stay with her until morning."
"When she was nine, she had a fever in the middle of the night. Her parents were not at home, so I learned to make porridge and stomach medicine. I worked until midnight and only rested after she fell asleep."
"When she was eleven, her mother signed her up for swimming. She cried every day by the pool because she was afraid, but she didn't want to tell her mother to give up. I patiently taught her over and over again until she dared to bury her face in the water.
"She got her first period when she was thirteen. The school took us to a farm in the suburbs to learn about farming. There weren't any shops nearby. I ran to a town a few kilometers away, asking door to door, and finally bought sanitary napkins, ginger and brown sugar lozenges, and painkillers at a small shop that was about to close. It was raining heavily when we got back, and I wrapped everything I bought tightly in my innermost layer of clothes, getting soaked to the skin."
"When she was a freshman in high school, she had food poisoning. I stayed by her side outside the bathroom all night. Listening to her vomiting was heartbreaking. Last year, she was hospitalized with a bad cold and was on an IV for three days. I slept for less than five hours, and even the nurse couldn't stand it and had to take my place. Every time she was sick, I knew how much water to add to her favorite porridge and how many hours apart to take fever-reducing medicine. I knew it better than she did herself—"
His voice became higher and higher, and every word was filled with scorching heat:
"You know she's allergic to penicillin and the doctor has to double-check every time he prescribes medicine for her?"
"You know she can't cry, because it hurts her eyes, and she needs a specific brand of eye drops to be effective, and she has to always have them on hand?"
"You know she's very picky about food. She won't eat onions, cilantro, lamb, or any kind of animal offal. Her dislike for certain foods changes depending on her mood?"
There were so many things that Qu Wen didn't know but only he knew. Kan Zhao took a deep breath, his voice gradually deepened, and he spoke word by word:
"I've raised her carefully since she was a child. Why should I give her to you?"
Qu Wen suddenly stopped.
Kan Zhao pushed him aside, passed by Qu Wen, and said something in a voice that both of them could hear.
"Mistress."
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Humans have never been truly selfless creatures, and Kan Zhao is certainly not one of them.
Over the years, he has been taught by words and deeds that he should be nicer to the person he likes than to anyone else.
But in essence, the strength and dominance that comes from within also reveal that Kan Zhao believes that whatever he wants will belong to him from beginning to end.
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Lin Qingxu felt a little uncomfortable being dragged by Kan Zhao. It wasn't painful, but more of a feeling of helplessness at Kan Zhao's overbearing behavior.
"Let go of Kan Zhao."
She tried to pull away, but it was no use. Every struggle only made his fingers tighten, the grip impossible to resist.
"Let go..."
The elevator opened at the designated floor, and Kan Zhao grabbed Lin Qingxu and walked towards their residence.
Fingerprint unlocking.
"Bang--"
The door slammed shut behind him, and the sensor light in the entrance hall lit up. The dim light outlined Kan Zhao's tense profile.
Lin Qingxu raised her head, just when she wanted to communicate with him properly.
Before she could finish her words, Kan Zhao pushed her against the wall.
Then, the warm lips pressed down with an irresistible force. The kiss was quick and heavy, with the smell of alcohol and strong possessiveness.
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The author has something to say: I originally wanted to do a love story about a sea of hatred, but the dramas I've been watching lately are a bit abstract, so my mood isn't as heavy. Now I don't even feel sad when I listen to sad love songs (holding my head), so I'm kind of stuck, and I have to think about how to continue.
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While writing, I wondered if a forced kiss wouldn't be a good idea, as it would show the hero being disrespectful to the heroine. But then I thought about how fundamentally unreasonable Kan Zhao is. Considering his childhood characterization as a demon child, he was brought up too well, so he's not a true Celestial Dragon. And, as the title suggests, it's quite overbearing. It's like a dog urinating to mark its territory, first confirming that this person is its (not a very apt metaphor...), then it's infuriating. For a moment, I was brimming with joy, thinking I was being confessed to, only to discover that Lin Qingxu had fallen for someone else!!! And the mistress (Kan Zhao still hasn't figured it out, haha) even showed up to provoke her!!!
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In fact, at that time, Qu Wen and Kan Zhao both thought that he was the mistress, so he did not stop Kan Zhao from taking Lin Qingxu upstairs. But our Kan Zhao was different. Even if he was the mistress, he was not afraid at all. He felt at ease and fearless. So what!
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But you know what. When I first wrote it, I felt that Kan Zhao was quite good at taking care of his wife. The more I wrote, the more I felt that he really deserved to have a wife. And he has a kind of dad-like boy vibe.
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As for the fact that I only dared to kiss my face before, but now I dare to force a kiss, I don’t think it’s OOC, people will understand things as they grow older. I saw few people in love in high school, but it’s different in college. There are many young couples kissing each other at the door of the university dormitory.
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Now back to the point, let me spend a night in emo to find the feeling of love and hate. [milk tea][milk tea]
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