Chapter 62 Romance vs. Obsession: "How much do I have to love you?"...
Wen Yinhe's sudden action sobered everyone up, and their legs went weak, almost causing them to kneel on the ground in fright.
"Damn... this guy's got a death wish!"
Manager Wang staggered backward, but accidentally tripped over Supervisor Li, who was crawling on the ground, and landed on his buttocks.
It's said that you're not afraid of the tough, but you're afraid of the ruthless; and you're not afraid of the ruthless, but you're afraid of the reckless.
The person in front of me is a daredevil.
If he were to die right in front of them, everyone in the room would be implicated!
Although these bosses present engaged in dirty tricks, they never killed anyone; that was the bottom line!
Moreover, the higher one stands, the more one believes in gods and ghosts.
The person in front of us is already like a ghost while he's alive; if he were really dead, he'd probably take everyone in this room with him.
For a time, everyone's heart was filled with superstitious fear.
Director Liu even pulled out the jade Guanyin pendant hanging around his neck from his collar on the spot, put his hands together in his palms, closed his eyes while sweating profusely, and muttered something frantically while trembling violently.
Mr. Zhao, who was closer to the door, hurriedly and nervously unlocked it.
"Fine...alright, we're not unreasonable people, that's enough, you can leave now..."
The door had barely been unlocked when Lu Huaijin burst in, his eyes bloodshot.
Before he could even see what was happening in front of him, a tall figure, carrying a strong, pungent smell of blood, suddenly fell towards him.
Lu Huaijin instinctively pulled Wen Yinhe into his arms.
He trembled as he reached out toward Wen Yinhe's face, his first touch being thick, sticky blood that looked like mud, before gently lifting it up.
Just one glance.
Lu Huaijin's tears flowed down his face like a burst dam.
"hidden……"
His voice could barely utter one syllable before the next one died completely in his throat; he had almost lost his voice.
Lu Huaijin's mind went blank.
It was only then that he realized that when people suffer immense grief and blows that exceed their emotional threshold, their first reaction is not hysteria, but rather bewilderment and helplessness.
He was puzzled by the blood all over Wen Yinhe's face, as if he couldn't recognize what it was at first glance.
He has almost lost his most basic sensory abilities.
But his physical instincts compelled him to quickly pull out his phone, turn it on, dial the ambulance number, and then pick up Wen Yinhe and rush downstairs, alarming all the hotel staff.
With the ambulance still some time away from arriving, Lu Huaijin calmly instructed the terrified staff beside him to bring the medical insurance, and then personally performed emergency treatment on Wen Yinhe.
The whole process was orderly and meticulous, as if his strong and reliable shoulders would hold up the sky even if it collapsed.
However, only Wen Yinhe, who was held in his arms, knew how badly Lu Huaijin was trembling.
Wen Yinhe felt as if he were lying on a shaky little boat, rather than in his lover's arms.
He was really afraid that Lu Huaijin would fall apart.
At this moment, how he longed to hold Lu Huaijin's hand, kiss the back of his hand, give him warmth, and soothe his trembling body.
However, he was weak in his limbs due to excessive blood loss, and his limbs became stiff due to a panic attack, making even a simple action like lifting a finger extremely difficult.
He hadn't completely passed out; he was still conscious, but he was dizzy, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't make a sound.
Through a patch of scarlet blood, he glimpsed Lu Huaijin's pale face shimmering with a soft, lustrous light under the lamplight, as transparent and gentle as water, like moonlight.
This scene... seems familiar... I've seen it somewhere before.
Wen Yinhe stretched out a finger with all his might and slowly rubbed it against Lu Huaijin's hand, but when he was only a centimeter away from Lu Huaijin's fingertip, he could not touch it no matter what he did.
A sudden surge of immense sorrow and fear welled up within him.
However, the next second, Lu Huaijin seemed to have noticed his little action, and without hesitation, he grabbed his hand and used his long and strong fingers to stretch out his stiff five fingers one by one.
She forcefully inserted herself, intertwining her fingers with his.
...
Wen Yinhe had several cuts on his head, and his hair was shaved off to stitch them up.
When he came out again, Wen Yinhe's entire head was covered by a white veil, which looked quite comical.
But Lu Huaijin still felt that the man in front of him was the most handsome person he had ever seen in the world.
Wen Yinhe needed to stay in the hospital for observation, so Lu Huaijin set up another bed next to Wen Yinhe's bed, so that they were close together.
Even when he was sleeping, Lu Huaijin still held Wen Yinhe's hand tightly, unwilling to let go for even a second.
Wen Yinhe had fallen asleep when he was given anesthesia, and now he couldn't fall asleep.
He recalled the series of actions he took after receiving the phone call.
If he had been able to contact Lu Huaijin's assistant immediately, if he had been able to find the hotel's phone number online and call to confirm, wouldn't none of this have happened?
He wouldn't go to Lu Huaijin's workplace without permission and cause him trouble.
Lu Huaijin wouldn't resort to violence for him, lest he offend an important business boss.
It turns out that his understanding and help to Lu Huaijin were so weak and insignificant from beginning to end. Once he lost Lu Huaijin, his connection with this world was completely severed, making him almost like an invisible person. Even if he disappeared, no one would notice.
He was such a useless existence.
He was cowardly, weak, and utterly incapable of achievement or responsibility. He could not hold his head high or straighten his back, and anyone could trample on him at will. He had no dignity whatsoever.
He didn't dare smash the bottle over someone's head, couldn't bear the consequences of venting his anger, and didn't want to cause Lu Huaijin any more trouble.
So he could only point the bottle at the top of his head.
He thought that perhaps their encounter by the river was a mistake from the very beginning.
It's his fault for not being decisive enough.
He should have jumped into the river immediately after reaching the bank the moment he decided to die.
In this way, Huai Jin would drive home as casually as any other late night after finishing overtime work.
He might hear the sound of a heavy object falling into the river, or feel a little puzzled, but in the next second, he would be attracted by the magnificent and dazzling night view in the distance, thus passing by him as he quietly bids farewell to the world in the water.
The night view was so beautiful; the river reflected the starry sky and the dazzling night lights.
Whether you're driving and gazing lazily and casually out the window, or looking up from underwater through layers of cold, dark river water at the twinkling stars and lights of countless homes that seem to fall upon you.
All of them are so captivating that you'll want to linger.
It was so beautiful that Lu Huaijin almost couldn't bear to leave this river, nor could he bear to leave this bustling world.
Lu Huaijin would unconsciously slow down the car.
He will do his utmost to open his eyes and etch the last beautiful scene of this world into his heart.
They will never meet again in this lifetime.
But at least at the moment of his departure, they will be enjoying the same beautiful scenery together, unaware of each other's presence.
How romantic.
The next day, Huai Jin might unexpectedly receive a news notification on his phone—
China's youngest film emperor committed suicide by jumping into a river after being subjected to online bullying.
The busy CEO would at most glance at it, then casually swipe away without a second thought and continue to immerse himself in his busy work.
Similar scenes will occur in countless people's homes, offices, and during breaks between classes.
The weight of his life, cast into the river, is nothing more than a light stroke when people find the news uninteresting or even tiresome.
Even if one Best Actor is lost, China will produce many more.
It's just that... there's no "Wen Yinhe" anymore.
Just as Wen Yinhe was immersed in a heavy, ethereal fantasy, a familiar, deep voice suddenly rang in his ears:
"Wen Yinhe, I know you're not asleep. What are you thinking about?"
Wen Yinhe's body suddenly stiffened, and a feeling of guilt, as if he had been caught red-handed, suddenly rose in his heart.
Lu Huaijin sat up in bed, looked down at the man on the hospital bed with his eyes open, his face pale and fragile, his eyelashes trembling, and said calmly, "Your eyes tell me that you regret it."
He paused for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "You regret being with me, you regret agreeing to marry me, you regret leaving me that day, don't you?"
Wen Yinhe's thoughts were suddenly exposed, and he blinked his eyes in a panic, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.
He gazed at the overflowing sorrow in Lu Huaijin's eyes, his lips trembling slightly as he parted them, but ultimately remained silent. His Adam's apple bobbed dryly and painfully, as if he had swallowed a thousand unspeakable words.
Lu Huaijin didn't need him to say anything at all.
His deep black eyes were so sharp and perceptive that they could almost pierce through any mask or illusion, reaching straight to the depths of one's heart.
"But I know that you want to leave me not because you don't love me anymore, but because you love me too much. You love me so much that you can't bear to be a burden to me. You think you are a burden to me, that as long as you are with me, I will not be happy, that you will only have a negative impact on me, so you would rather disappear, that you would rather everything have never happened in the first place, right?"
Lu Huaijin immediately revealed Wen Yinhe's inferiority complex, withdrawal, self-destructive desires, and self-loathing.
His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had instantly returned to his childhood self, rolling around on the ground pretending to be a puppy, covered in the dirty mud he had rolled out himself, both pitiful and funny.
When he returned home, his uncle and aunt pointed their fingers at him and scolded him for being playful, saying that he was too old to be playing in the mud outside. No one cared about his heart, which was bleeding from the cuts on the gravel, or his fragile self-esteem.
However, at this moment, when Wen Yinhe inadvertently met Lu Huaijin's eyes, he saw no anger or blame for hurting him, only deep heartache and sorrow.
Wen Yinhe's heart suddenly clenched.
他这辈子从来没有见过如此悲伤的一双眼睛，像是将一颗深爱着某人的心重重打碎了又生生拼揍在一起。
But inside, his own reflection was mirrored.
He was the one who broke Lu Huaijin's heart.
Wen Yinhe's eyes instantly became sore and burning.
“Wen Yinhe, I, Lu Huaijin, have never cried for anyone in my life,” Lu Huaijin’s thin lips trembled slightly as tears fell silently, revealing his suppressed breakdown. He stared intently into Wen Yinhe’s eyes and said through gritted teeth, “But you are the first.”
The man, who was usually tall, upright, and indestructible, had completely lost his usual composure and sharpness.
His long eyelashes were wet with tears, and each tremor spoke of the silent pain in his heart. His once sharp eyes, which no one dared to look directly at, were now filled with broken light.
“I know you grew up in a bad environment, and you are used to being patient and dedicated, used to bowing your head and pleasing others. This is your survival principle, the reliance that has enabled you to live and grow up smoothly, so I will not blame you.”
"In fact, I also tried my best to please rich people, just like you, and worked hard to get them to sponsor my schooling. Even now, I still have to flatter some people. We are actually very similar, having both experienced similar things, so I understand why you did it."
"But now you don't need to do that anymore. I have the ability to provide you with a good living environment. You no longer need to tolerate anyone, make sacrifices for anyone, or bow down to please anyone, even if that person is me."
"If the project is gone, it's gone. How great am I? This is a piece of cake. We don't need to cater to those people. If we're unhappy, we can just smash a bottle on them. Do you think I can't even handle this little thing?"
"It's really not a big deal. Even if you hadn't come, this project might not have ended up in my hands. It has nothing to do with you and isn't worth hurting yourself over."
"Now that we're together, your body no longer belongs to you alone. Before you hurt yourself every time, don't you need to ask the other person who owns it? Do you know how fragile the human brain is? If something really happens, do you want to just leave me and die?"
The moment that sensitive word left his lips, Lu Huaijin's tears flowed uncontrollably, his lips trembled with suppressed emotion, and his voice broke into a broken, incoherent melody.
“Wen Yinhe, I’ve never told you this before, but I wasn’t an orphan from a young age. I grew up in a simple and honest family, but my parents worked in an unregulated factory for a long time and got cancer. They died one after the other. The factory ran away after the incident and couldn’t be found. I didn’t have any other relatives who could adopt me, so I was sent to an orphanage.”
“The director and children at the orphanage were very kind. I thought I had a new home. But soon, one after another, the children around me were adopted. Because I was already quite old and could remember things, no one was willing to adopt me for a long time. That’s when I realized that my ‘family’ would leave me, or rather, they never belonged to me. They had their own families.”
"Later, because of my good grades, I was sponsored by a rich person. I thought I could finally have a new home. But when I saw the coldness in their eyes, like an investment, and a hint of indifferent expectation, I knew that to them, I was probably no different from a potential stock that could be easily picked up in the stock market."
“Until I finally met you by the river, the moment I saw you, I knew I had finally found my home. So I took you back without hesitation. You are the family I personally chose. I thought I finally had a home. Don’t you think so too? But what are you thinking now? Do you want to abandon me? Don’t you even want me anymore? I finally found my home after so much hardship.”
Lu Huaijin bit his lower lip, trying to swallow the sob in his throat, but tears flowed even more fiercely, washing over his handsome face.
He raised his fingers and futilely smeared tears on his face, but the tears just wouldn't stop, only making his face look even more disheveled.
In the stillness of the night, only his broken sobs, which he tried so hard to suppress but still managed to leak out, filled with suffocating sorrow and deep resentment.
"Wen Yinhe, you're so mean. How much do I have to love you? How many times do I have to tell you I love you before you realize how important your life is to me? How many times do I have to kiss you before you start to take care of yourself?"
Lu Huaijin asked him while crying.
"If once isn't enough, a hundred times, a thousand times, is that enough? I'll kiss you for a lifetime, is that enough? I'll kiss every part of your body, is that enough?"
"Wen Yinhe, what else do you want me to do before you realize just how much I love you..."
The answer is actually quite simple.
All it takes is a single tear from Lu Huaijin.
The moment Wen Yinhe saw Lu Huaijin shed tears, he was completely defeated.
Lu Huaijin's tears slid down his tense jaw, simultaneously cutting a deep wound into Wen Yinhe's heart.
Wen Yinhe thought to himself, "He really is a very selfish person."
He completely disregarded Huai Jin's feelings and never put himself in Huai Jin's shoes.
He almost abandoned the person he loved most and left alone.
He's done all that, but what about Huai Jin, who's all alone?
How heartbroken must Huai Jin be? How much self-blame must he feel?
How could he bear to do that?
Wen Yinhe was already in tears, his thick eyelashes trembling violently, and his eyes were red.
He slowly opened his mouth, his suppressed and hoarse voice almost gone:
"sorry."
“Wen Yinhe, you know I don’t want to hear this,” Lu Huaijin glared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to devour him, yet also as if he wanted to give him the whole world. “I’ll give you one more chance, speak properly.”
"Huai Jin... I love you." As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yinhe's heart shattered into countless pieces, each fragment bearing Lu Huai Jin's name and his mark.
His tears flowed silently, as if he wanted to shed all of Lu Huaijin's tears for him.
No... he didn't want to die. He couldn't bear to leave Huai Jin, couldn't bear to let go of Huai Jin's hand.
He couldn't bear to part with this world that had Lu Huaijin.
Lu Huaijin roughly wiped away his tears, slowly climbed onto Wen Yinhe's bed, lifted the covers from under Wen Yinhe's feet and crawled inside, commanding in a low voice, "Say it again."
Wen Yinhe lowered his head and watched helplessly as Lu Huaijin's figure disappeared from his blankets.
A few seconds later, Wen Yinhe's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
A bulge appeared in the blanket in front of me, and someone crawled inside.
Wen Yinhe reached out and slowly lifted the blanket covering his chest a crack, his other hand involuntarily slipping inside to stroke Lu Huaijin's wet, swollen cheeks, his voice hoarse and suppressed as he murmured:
"Huai Jin, I love you."
“Keep talking, keep saying you’ll never leave me, don’t stop,” Lu Huaijin licked his crimson lips, looking up at Wen Yinhe from under the covers, his persistent and fierce gaze like that of someone locking onto his prey, wishing he could tear him apart and devour him. “If you don’t stop, I won’t stop either.”
Wen Yinhe simply couldn't stop.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead and the tip of his nose. His chest heaved violently, his Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and hot, short breaths escaped from between his tightly pursed lips.
In the empty and silent ward, only Wen Yinhe's low, rapid breathing and his emotional confession echoed:
"Huai Jin, I love you..."
"I love you……"
"Huai Jin... Mr. Lu, Lu Huai Jin, I love you... I will never leave you..."
Wen Yinhe's thick eyelashes drooped down, trembling rapidly, casting a broken shadow on his eyelids. His fingers kept rubbing the thin skin behind Lu Huaijin's ear, making Lu Huaijin's ear red and hot.
Lu Huaijin's breathing was not smooth, but the narrow, enclosed space under the covers filled the air with Wen Yinhe's scent, which fascinated him.
He swallowed greedily, freeing one hand to reach for himself.
"You don't want to see me bullied, do you? You don't want to see me inferior to others, do you? Then you'd better get better quickly, go out the door, go out to study, go out to read, and then come back to repay me properly, give me a helping hand, and push me to the top, okay?"
Lu Huaijin spoke haltingly, his black hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his handsome, sculpted brows. His burning eyes stared intently into Wen Yinhe's, his rosy lips were wet, and he licked them after every few words. His hot breath sprayed onto Wen Yinhe's body.
He was unsure whether Wen Yinhe would continue to work in the entertainment industry in the future.
But even if you're going to completely retire from the industry, you should at least have a diploma and a professional skill to rely on.
To rebuild an independent personality and self-confidence, one must realize one's self-worth.
To realize one's self-worth, one must have something in one's mind.
They need to go to school and study.
If you don't want to break up with him, being his personal assistant is also a good option.
But being his assistant is no easy task. Each of them is capable enough to be a seasoned project manager on their own, and sometimes they even negotiate contracts on his behalf.
He knew that Wen Yinhe had suffered hardships in the past and had no way to study.
She also knew he was ambitious and wouldn't be content to be his parasite.
Fortunately, he is protecting him now, and he will help Wen Yinhe achieve whatever he wants to do.
Every deep, sexy word the man uttered was etched firmly into Wen Yinhe's ears.
Wen Yin's hazy gaze gradually hardened and hardened, as if he had finally grasped a vine that would allow him to climb upwards.
He knew... what he had to do.
He wanted to become someone useful to Huai Jin, to send Lu Huai Jin to the top, and to have his Mr. Lu stand at the highest point in the world, overlooking all the most beautiful scenery.
As long as Mr. Lu stands high enough, no one will dare to bully him anymore, and he can trample all the evil spirits under his feet.
He wanted to make sure that Mr. Lu could no longer tolerate even the slightest anger, and he wanted to make sure that no one would dare to look at Huai Jin easily again.
His Mr. Lu was born to be admired and respected by everyone.
Wen Yinhe was almost possessed, silently repeating the mantra in his mind over and over again, brainwashing himself repeatedly.
That life-saving vine grew into the shape of obsession, taking deep root in Wen Yinhe's heart, growing wildly and climbing, pushing Wen Yinhe to live on desperately, so that he would never dare to have the slightest thought of slackness or regret.
He couldn't bear to leave Huai Jin alone. He hadn't yet seen his Mr. Lu reach the top, so he couldn't die, he dared not die.
He imagined Lu Huaijin standing at the peak, looking down on everything, and felt his heart suddenly start pounding. He couldn't even imagine what a beautiful and captivating scene that would be.
He still has things to do.
Lu Huaijin was only trying to rouse Wen Yinhe, completely unaware of the obsession he was instilling in Wen Yinhe unintentionally.
He never expected that Wen Yinhe would take his casual remark as a guiding principle and actually realize it, which became a testament to Wen Yinhe's love and loyalty to him.
When Wen Yinhe truly presented him with everything he longed for, with eyes full of admiration and devotion, he was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
...
After this long and heart-wrenching story was told, the entire audience remained silent for several dozen seconds, with no one reacting.
Everyone was so overwhelmed by the intense emotion between the two that they almost forgot to speak.
Du Ruopu never expected that a casual question he asked would lead to such a heavy past.
[Waaaaaah! I knew it would be heartbreaking, but I never expected it to be this bad!!! Damn it, I'm just an ordinary CP fan, why are you killing me like this!!!]
[Help... I'm suffocating... I can't imagine how painful and desperate Mr. Lu must be, locked out and hearing the movie star frantically smashing himself with a bottle inside! No matter what, he's hurting himself with this drug, movie star! Mr. Lu must be heartbroken! Movie star, think of Mr. Lu! Can you bear to see him so sad? QAQ]
[I can't take it anymore, waaaaaah! Why is our life so hard?! It's been so difficult for us! The actor's mental illness was so severe that he wanted to commit suicide, and CEO Lu, in his relentless pursuit of success, was also ruining his health, enduring so much suffering and humiliation. Thankfully, we've finally made it through. You two must be happy forever!]
[I'm so angry!!! Those rotten people! You should all die!!! How dare you treat us, a young couple, like this! A bunch of stinking scum who can't stand seeing others happy!!! I want to go back in time and beat them all to death with a case of bottles!!! [Angry][Angry][Knife][Knife]]
I'm just wondering what happened to those scumbags? Which company did they work for? What were their positions? They're disgusting!!! I will never buy any of their products!!!
Fortunately, there was a stand-in on site who could ask the urgent questions in the live chat.
An Zicheng, young and hot-blooded, couldn't stand the slightest grievance. After hearing this story, his eyes immediately reddened, and he used up a whole pack of tissues. While sniffling, he raised his hand angrily and asked:
"What happened to those scumbags afterward?"
Damn it! If those scumbags are still alive and well, he'll secretly find a chance to chop them all up after the show airs!
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