Seeing that he was serious, Jiang Shuya paused, surprised and uncertain. At this moment, Lin Moxiao snatched the money from her hand, furious:
"If you won't throw it away, I will. And what about the gifts I bought you? Want to throw them away too?"
Seeing that the money in his hand was about to fall outside, Jiang Shuya hurriedly grabbed his arm, pulled his hand into her arms, and turned to yell at him.
"Are you brain-dead? You don't even want money? Do you know how many people work themselves to the bone to feed themselves and their families?"
"Then why did you refuse? Did you feel ashamed to accept my things?" Lin Moxiao retorted angrily.
Lin Moxiao felt an unprecedented sense of frustration after being repeatedly rejected. He was also annoyed that the woman in front of him always kept her distance from him. However, every time he saw her, he couldn't help but miss her because of her face that could easily make him lose his mind.
He had once felt regret towards her, resenting her for marrying so early and ignoring his feelings, but the love he had hidden in his heart for so long left him with nowhere to vent it.
He had considered giving up, and over the years he had tried many times, dating several women, but whenever he thought of her, the passion that had just been ignited would vanish.
“I simply cannot accept your things. You have already helped me a lot; you shouldn’t owe me anything. Who are you to me? Why should I take your things as a matter of course?” Jiang Shuya stated succinctly, analyzing the facts.
The words reached Lin Moxiao's ears again. Ever since she rejected him last time, his tense nerves had made him feel that there was no point in living. Seeing her resolute words, he was filled with mixed feelings and stopped arguing.
As the car crossed the Jiajiang Bridge, terrifying thoughts swirled in my mind. Slowly turning to look at her, I saw a chilling smile on her face:
"See that? The river is raging below. Since we can't be together in life, why don't we die together?"
Upon hearing his words, Jiang Shuya froze instantly, her eyes widening in terror. She became restless, her whole body trembling, and the next moment she roared at him.
"No, no, I don't want to die! I've already lived a whole life, why should I die again?"
"You're so unwilling to die with me? This world is too painful, fleeting happiness doesn't belong to me? Long-term loneliness, solitude accompanies me? He often appears in my dreams like a demon, but I can't kill him with my own hands." Lin Moxiao's sickly face was devoid of any life.
Jiang Shuya trembled, drenched in cold sweat, shaking her head incessantly; "I don't want to die, and you shouldn't die either. We both have to live well, and we have to live up to the expectations of those who love us."
The car suddenly screeched to a halt. Lin Moxiao's face contorted with sarcasm as she spoke to Jiang Shuya with near-mania: "Stop deceiving yourself. I'm the only one who likes you. Only I understand you. None of them are truly sincere towards you. Are your family good to you? Do the people you care about most care about you?"
A series of rhetorical questions pierced her heart. In that instant, Jiang Shuya pondered for a long time: Did anyone care about her?
It seems there really isn't. Are her family good to her? It seems that self-interest is more important. What about her friends?
Their relationship wasn't deep, and it seemed to be just a matter of reciprocal courtesy, which left her feeling physically and mentally exhausted. After thinking it over, she realized that there was truly no one around her who would risk everything for her.
The man in front of her seemed to truly understand her, having risked his life for her, but his love was too intense, making her more vulnerable to being hurt, and she genuinely wanted to escape.
But she still didn't want to die. That would be a cowardly act, and no one would feel sorry for her; they would only blame her for bringing it upon herself. But what mistake had she made? Nothing!
Her gaze trembled once more as she met Lin Moxiao's gloomy eyes, and tears streamed down her face like dark clouds.
"So what if no one cares whether I live or die? Does that mean I don't deserve to live?"
Why should I care whether others care about me or not? My heart is only filled with concern for my child, my only daughter. She can't be without a mother at such a young age; that's my lifelong concern.
Seeing her crying with tears streaming down her face, Lin Moxiao's heart suddenly softened, and she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been pricked by needles.
His calm consciousness gradually returned, and the impulsive anger and long-suppressed emotions suddenly improved. Seeing her sadness and distress, his heart softened even more. He felt reluctant to let her go. Yes! He had also lost his mother, so how could he not understand how difficult it was for a child without a mother to endure—loneliness, solitude, and the absence of anyone to care for or provide warmth?
Extreme love is also a kind of pain. He began to feel afraid. It was his impulsiveness that frightened Jiang Shuya. He gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. Her clear, spring-like eyes were looking at him with a face full of grievance, which made his heart ache. He couldn't help but kiss her moist, full red lips.
A burning heat lingered on Jiang Shuya's face, and her lips were sealed in an instant. Like a gentle breeze and fine rain, he kissed her repeatedly. His kisses were tender and lingering, but they caught her off guard like a storm. She was completely stunned, her mind went blank, and she could clearly smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.
Not satisfied with the soft, gentle kiss, Lin Moxiao cupped her face in his hands and launched another domineering and passionate kiss. He extended his tongue and gently pried open her teeth, easily exploring between her tongues and letting it roam freely in her mouth, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into this kiss.
Jiang Shuya subconsciously regained her senses and tried to push away with both hands, but Lin Moxiao had already pinned her to the seat and made her unable to move. Lin Moxiao was still not satisfied and lured her to explore the unknown territory. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and this passionate kiss was full of naked desire and exploration.
Perhaps because his kiss hurt a little, Jiang Shuya, unable to break free, angrily bit his lip.
Ah! The next second, a sharp pain struck her, and she suddenly stopped. Lin Moxiao frowned, staring at Jiang Shuya with bloodshot eyes. There were obvious teeth marks on her lips, and bright red blood seeped out and remained on Jiang Shuya's lips as well.
His predatory gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to violate her again. Jiang Shuya sensitively turned her face away, no longer giving him any chance. She was even more furious. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she broke free and slapped Lin Moxiao, saying angrily, "You madman, you are simply unreasonable."
She nervously and hastily opened the car door, got out of the car on the Jiajiang Bridge, and fled in panic, her figure quickly disappearing into the night.
After being slapped, Lin Moxiao, sitting in the car, stared blankly at the gradually disappearing figure. He closed his eyes in pain, slumped over the steering wheel, and remained silent for a long time. Then, he glanced down at the open car door, realized what he had done, and suddenly burst into tears.
This was the first time he had ever forced himself on her in such a humble way. His love was passionate and extreme. It turned out that everything he had persisted in was worth it. Ever since he saw her a few months ago, he had gone to great lengths to get close to her, just to see her more and understand her. Later, he was no longer satisfied and wanted to delve deeper into her life and possess her.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
