There was no warmth in Zhao Da Kuang's eyes, only enjoyment of this dark atmosphere.
It seems that only in such an environment can he feel his true self.
The servants lined up tremblingly and stood respectfully on both sides to greet them.
They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, and dared not make a sound.
But Zhao Da Kuang acted as if he didn't see them. He walked forward with a blank expression and indifference.
His steps were firm and powerful, and each step carried an irresistible majesty.
Only a series of cold footsteps echoed in the darkness, like a countdown to death.
In the bedroom, a huge bed occupies the main space, and the decoration on the bed is all black.
There was only a huge bed in the bedroom.
The bed decorations are all black, black sheets, black quilts, black pillows, exuding a mysterious and depressing atmosphere.
The black color seemed to be an extension of the darkness in Zhao Da Kuang's heart, shrouding the entire bed in gloom.
The bathtub next to it was already filled with hot water, and the steam was blurring the air around it.
The rising hot air looked dreamy in the dim light, like a mist from another world.
Zhao Da Kuang slowly took off his clothes.
His body was perfect, with smooth and strong muscle lines.
Every muscle seems to be made of steel and is full of power.
His bronze skin gleamed under the light, highlighting his masculinity.
There are a few faint scars on his body, like medals recording his past battles and glory.
He lifted his legs and stepped into the bathtub. The hot water instantly covered his body, creating ripples just like his restless heart.
A rare hint of relaxation appeared on his stern face.
Lying in the bathtub, he slowly closed his eyes and then leaned his hands on the edge of the bathtub.
Su Yingxue's face appeared in his mind, the only touch of color in his dark world.
“Yingxue, you are my salvation, and my only light in this endless darkness.
No matter what the cost, I will take you out of this darkness and make you belong only to me.
I will make those who hurt you pay a thousand times over.
I will use my own way to win your trust and make you understand that I am the only one in the world who can protect you.
My obsession with you is unmatched by anyone, and I will do whatever it takes, even if it means making the whole world my enemy."
He swore secretly in his heart, his eyes revealing a kind of madness, a kind of tyranny that penetrated deep into his bones.
…
Inside the ward, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
The old man of the Su family lay quietly on the sickbed, and the lines and numbers of various instruments flickered and jumped, as if telling of the fragility of life. Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue sat by the bed, frowning and looking worried.
Occasionally, nurses would pass by in the corridor outside the ward.
They walked hurriedly, and their white nurse uniforms were particularly eye-catching under the light, adding a sense of busyness to the slightly dull ward.
Nurses walked into the ward from time to time, carefully checked the old man's condition, recorded data, adjusted equipment, and then left quietly.
After Zhao Dakuang left in a hurry, Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue became suspicious.
Su Yingxue's eyes were full of suspicion: "Zhengchu, do you think Zhao Dakuang is weird? Who is he?"
Tan Zhengchu smiled and said, "Isn't he your relative? You should know!"
Su Yingxue frowned and said, "I'm not sure if he is a relative of the Su family. His behavior is too weird, and he always looks at people with such fierce eyes, as if he is hiding countless secrets."
Tan Zhengchu held Su Yingxue's hand and patted it gently: "Don't worry, baby. Tomorrow you can ask your second uncle Su Zhijian and ask him to verify Zhao Dakuang's identity. You must make sure to clarify this matter."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly to show her agreement.
She was so tired that she leaned sideways in Tan Zhengchu's arms, her fingers unconsciously stroking the buttons on his shirt.
Her eyes looked a little tired, but in Tan Zhengchu's arms, she felt at ease: "Zhengchu, I feel much better with you by my side."
Tan Zhengchu hugged Su Yingxue tightly, but his eyes looked in the direction where Zhao Dakuang left, thoughtfully: "Yingxue, I always feel that the way Zhao Dakuang looks at you is not right. There seems to be some special feelings in it, but he hides it very quickly and it flashes by. But no matter what, I am here and will not let anyone hurt you."
Su Yingxue replied in confusion: "Really? I just think his eyes are scary."
As the night deepened, Tan Zhengchu gently stroked Su Yingxue's hair: "You can sleep for a while. I'll be here to watch over you. I'll be outside the ward to protect you and the old man. You can sleep without worry."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly, a reassuring smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she gradually fell asleep in Tan Zhengchu's warm embrace.
Tan Zhengchu looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and his eyes became more determined.
He stood up gently, walked outside the ward, and stood there quietly, looking at the night view of Pengcheng, as if thinking about something.
…
The next day, at dawn, Tan Zhengchu's cell phone rang rapidly, like a death warrant.
The company had an urgent matter and a project required him to go back and sign a contract.
Tan Zhengchu frowned and looked at Su Yingxue who was still sleeping, feeling reluctant to let her go.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, hurriedly left the ward and rushed to the company.
At this time, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and Uncle Su's wife, Aunt Qi, walked in.
She was holding a steaming hot breakfast in her hand, and the lingering aroma instantly filled the ward.
Su Yingxue was already hungry, and when she smelled the tempting aroma, her stomach started to growl even more.
She hurriedly took the breakfast handed to her by Aunt Qi and began to eat it voraciously.
Aunt Qi looked at Su Yingxue with eyes full of love and heartache, and said softly: "Miss, look at you, you have lost weight again. How can this be? You must take good care of yourself. If you collapse from exhaustion, what will we who care about you do?"
The atmosphere in Mr. Su's ward was warm at this moment, but there was also a hint of sadness in that warmth.
The sunlight shone through the window onto the bed, as if casting a soft veil over the sad scene.
Just then, Su Zhijian appeared at the door of the ward, looking exhausted.
He looked hurried, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.
As soon as he entered the ward, he greeted Su Yingxue and Aunt Qi, then ran straight to the bed.
Aunt Qi stood beside Su Yingxue, staring at her: "Yingxue, eat more. You are so thin now. It makes me feel sorry for you."
Su Yingxue smiled and put down the food in her hand: "Aunt Qi, I'm full, really. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."
There was a strength in her eyes that made Aunt Qi feel both distressed and helpless.
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