Chapter 67 Discovering the Truth, Er Gou Collapses
The rain poured down, dark clouds loomed overhead, and the wind howled, causing the trees to sway violently as if they were about to be uprooted at any moment.
Large raindrops, accompanied by strong winds, pounded against the windowpane, making a constant, crackling sound.
The moment he saw the surveillance footage, he felt as if he had been thrown into a cold abyss, his blood running backward, his heart entangled by thorns covered in barbs, and dragged to the bottom of the valley.
In the surveillance footage, a disoriented version of himself drags the struggling boy to the rooftop, roughly pries open the boy's hands that are gripping the door, and forcibly pulls him into the room.
Fu Hanchuan sat blankly at the table, the sounds of thunder and rain outside the window blurred into meaningless buzzing in his ears.
That person.
It was him.
Why.
Don't tell him.
The anger that had just risen was quickly dissipated by powerlessness.
Suddenly losing all his strength, Fu Hanchuan bent over as if utterly exhausted.
Because he once told Wen Yanyu, "I hate you, don't you?"
How could he not know, how could he not see the fear, apprehension, helplessness, and grievance in the other person's eyes?
Fu Hanchuan braced himself on the edge of the table with one arm to steady himself, and slowly raised the other hand to gently cover the upper half of his face.
The bitter taste rising from his throat made it difficult for him to breathe.
Because Wen Yanyu likes him.
He was certain that Wen Yanyu would not leave him, certain that Wen Yanyu could not live without him, and could not leave him.
So he let his emotions get out of control and vented his anger on Wen Yanyu.
He was a madman, he knew it. He didn't like seeing Wen Yanyu cry, nor did he like seeing Wen Yanyu get hurt or sick.
But he uncontrollably hurt the other party time and time again.
Wrong...
They're all wrong...
Tormented by pain and self-blame, he only wanted to atone for his sins with his death immediately.
Fu Hanchuan felt cold all over, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.
He hurt Wen Yanyu.
He remembered the scars on Wen Yanyu's body, the way she trembled in pain when her dressings were changed, and how she broke down every night after being woken up by nightmares.
He told Wen Yanyu, "I will never give you love."
But he also knew that Wen Yanyu needed nothing but true feelings.
Even their current coexistence is something he has achieved through the other person's compassion born of love.
Fu Hanchuan covered his eyes tightly, feeling as if countless fire ants were burrowing into every bone and muscle of his body, densely packed, releasing venom, causing excruciating pain, a heart-wrenching pain.
He didn't know what Wen Yanyu was feeling, sharing a room with someone who had repeatedly trampled on his self-esteem and hurt him time and time again.
The person who caused Wen Yanyu pain.
It is myself.
People who can't live without their partner.
I've always been myself.
Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath and bit down hard on his wrist. The strong smell of blood temporarily cleared his mind.
Even after biting his wrist until it was bloody and raw, the pain still hadn't subsided. Fu Hanchuan managed to calm his breathing and picked up the small knife that was locked in the drawer.
one time.
Two times.
Three times.
…………
Twenty-one.
The wound on his arm, which had not yet healed, was reopened, revealing a gruesome, bloody mess. Fu Hanchuan, panting heavily, carefully untied the collagen sutures and slowly went deeper into the wound.
The physical pain suppressed the mental anguish, allowing emotions to return to calm, and after a brief period of loss of control, reason regained control of the will.
Fu Hanchuan turned off the surveillance camera.
Finally, he sent information to his assistant to investigate the unusual events at the banquet that night.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes were bloodshot, and a huge wave of anger surged within them.
His actions in the surveillance footage were clearly problematic.
It's been a long time since anyone dared to be so suicidal.
"Boom—"
A sudden clap of thunder ripped through the sky, making people's eardrums ache.
The sky was already beginning to lighten.
The first floor of Shengyuyuan.
Fu Hanchuan leaned back in his chair, watching his private doctor frantically search for suture instruments.
The doctor, who had been woken up in the middle of the night to treat the wound, couldn't help but advise, "Mr. Fu, this is the third time this week. If you continue like this, when will your arm......"
"No need for anesthesia," Fu Hanchuan said calmly.
The doctor glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and routinely put down the anesthetic.
How come all these rich people are mentally ill?
The wound was stitched up again, bit by bit, right before my eyes.
Was he in this much pain back then?
But that's not all.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, his expression unusually helpless and bewildered, bitterness and pain surging in his heart, turning into poisonous vines that entangled him.
He realized his own despicable nature and, for the first time, understood just how heavy the other person's affection truly was.
He could no longer entrust Wen Yanyu to anyone.
Anyone who might harm Wen Yanyu.
He could only trust himself; he had to survive and shelter Wen Yanyu under his wing.
To live and experience the suffering Wen Yanyu once endured, to atone for that hurt.
Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes, swallowing the unbearable taste of blood mixed with his bitter saliva.
Until he completely paved the way for Wen Yanyu's future.
He will atone for his sins.
The bedroom door was gently pushed open.
The person on the bed was curled up in a ball under the covers, with their legs bent and placed on their chest, one hand tightly hugging themselves, and there were still bite marks in the slightly open collar.
That's a posture that reflects an extreme lack of security.
Fu Hanchuan walked step by step toward the bedside.
Sit down on the edge of the bed.
The sound of thunder and rain continued outside the window.
A long, long time later.
Fu Hanchuan lay down next to Wen Yanyu, slowly stretched out his arm, and pulled the person beside him into his arms. The movement was slow and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person who had finally fallen into a deep sleep.
Wen Yanyu leaned against him without any guard up, her legs stretching out with the inertia. She smelled the familiar scent and subconsciously snuggled closer to the warmth.
Dependence and longing.
He is relying on himself.
This realization stunned Fu Hanchuan instantly.
The suppressed emotions erupted like a flash flood, instantly overwhelming all reason and restraint.
Fu Hanchuan took a hard breath, buried his head in the boy's neck and shoulders, and tightly pulled his arms together, reluctant to let go, but not daring to use force.
Overwhelming guilt and remorse spread through my heart.
I was awakened by the heavy breathing sounds around my ears.
Wen Yanyu opened her hazy eyes and looked at the man in a daze.
"What's wrong……"
Not fully conscious, Wen Yanyu's mind was working slowly, and she didn't understand what had happened.
Fu Hanchuan still held her tightly.
Hearing the sobbing breaths beside her, Wen Yanyu fully woke up and keenly detected the bloody smell mixed in the air.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the white bandage on the man's left wrist, which was already stained with blood, trickling down his sleeve and soaking the area.
Wen Yanyu wanted to sit up and check.
"The person who hurt you was me, wasn't it?"
Upon hearing those few words, Wen Yanyu froze instantly, her face turning deathly pale, unable to react at all.
Like a helpless puppy that has suffered a great injustice, Fu Hanchuan hugged him even tighter, tears streaming down his icy gray-blue eyes, falling into his heart through his collar.
It almost burned him.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled, and her heart skipped a beat.
Fu Hanchuan buried his face in his neck, his voice hoarse as if he had been crying for a long time: "Why, why didn't you tell me?"
Fu Hanchuan raised his tear-streaked face, his eyes shimmering with almost broken tears, his voice trembling.
"Why do I have no memory of that night? Why did you try to kill yourself back then? Why do you have so many injuries that you shouldn't have? Who are the names you call out in your nightmares?"
"Wen Yanyu, I'm not stupid. You can't hide things from me. Why won't you tell me anything? Why won't you give me any trust?"
Why won't you tell me?
Wen Yanyu was held stiffly, her lips opening and closing several times, then falling silent, without a trace of courage to explain.
Fu Hanchuan clenched his fingertips tightly, using the physical pain to try his best to suppress the violent emotions in his heart.
"I only have one question for you." Fu Hanchuan suppressed the sob in his voice, looked up, and his icy pupils seemed to tremble with intense emotions, the feelings surging in his eyes were intense and painful.
"Are you unable to speak, or unwilling to speak?"
Wen Yanyu shuddered and immediately turned her head away from Fu Hanchuan's gaze, leaning back in an attempt to get out of the man's arms.
After failing to break free, he could only stiffly explain, "Yes, I'm sorry, about the hotel incident, I didn't know how to tell you. I'm afraid you'll hate me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I...I was so...so scared. My mind was a complete mess. I didn't know what to do. When I woke up, I saw you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I know you hate me. I figured I didn't have much time left anyway. I did...I was wrong..."
Terrified of seeing the other person's hateful gaze, Wen Yanyu panicked. Her hands began to tremble again, her gaze kept darting away, and in her panic attack, all she wanted to do was run away once more.
But this time, Fu Hanchuan pulled him into an even tighter embrace as he tried to escape, so tight that he felt suffocated.
"Don't talk nonsense. I will find a doctor for you. You will be healthy and well. Wen Yanyu, listen to me. You did nothing wrong. It's my fault. I hurt you. I'm the one who did wrong. You did nothing wrong. I failed to protect you."
"I was too careless. I thought no one could lay a hand on me. It was my fault. You didn't do anything wrong. It was all my fault. I was the one who made a mistake. Only I was wrong."
Fu Hanchuan pinched his palm to soften his voice, and gently patted the trembling person in his arms with his other hand, afraid of frightening them again.
He was not pushed away.
Wen Yanyu was stunned and didn't react.
Fu Hanchuan hugged him tightly, repeating over and over again, "Yan Yan, listen to me, don't be afraid, you did nothing wrong, you did nothing wrong, don't be afraid, this will never happen again, no one will hurt you again, it wasn't your fault."
She noticed that Fu Hanchuan's emotions seemed to be stable.
Only then did Wen Yanyu dare to speak.
"I can't say."
Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the boy's, replying in a hoarse voice, "I know."
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I will make it up to you. It's okay if you like me. I won't get married. I will stay with you until you find someone else you like."
"I will never fall in love with anyone else again. Even if you want to be with me for the rest of your life, it doesn't matter. I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will give you whatever you want. No one will be able to hurt you again, including me."
"I will spend my whole life atoning for my sins to you."
"Wen Yanyu, you will be healthy and live a long life."
May you live to be a hundred years old.
The man's voice was very soft, so soft, low and hoarse as if he were about to cry, pressing heavily on the heart, making it hard to breathe.
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes, her thoughts in turmoil, unsure of what to say next, and simply nestled silently in Fu Hanchuan's arms.
The torrential rain outside the window has stopped.
Everything seemed to have returned to calm.
Only dark, heavy clouds were brewing the next downpour.
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