“Don’t—”
Tang Yan abruptly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with grief and bewilderment.
She never imagined that Sheng Yanyu would choose such a way to avenge her—and end his own life in the process.
Her heart ached fiercely, every breath laced with pain.
“Tang Yan, let me make this clear—don’t think that pulling a car-crash suicide stunt will make me let you go. Not a chance!”
An angry, icy voice cut through Tang Yan’s thoughts.
She suddenly lifted her head to look at the man before her. The grief and confusion in her eyes had yet to fade, and now a hint of puzzlement crept in: “Sheng Yanyu?”
Sheng Yanyu’s cold gaze had already shifted away from her, and he didn’t notice anything unusual about Tang Yan.
He stormed out, slamming the door in fury, leaving Tang Yan frozen in place, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.
After a long moment, she raised her hand and pinched her arm hard. Pain shot through her.
This wasn’t a dream!
They were both still alive?!
She… had been reborn!
The familiar layout of the room made Tang Yan pause for a moment. This was…?
Tang Yan remembered now. She had been confined by Sheng Yanyu in his villa, and she had staged a car accident to force him to let her go.
After that, under Song Wan’s instigation, she had threatened Sheng Yanyu again by slitting her wrists.
But although the suicide attempt failed, Sheng Yanyu’s palm had been cut by the dagger, leaving a long scar across his hand.
Afraid something might happen to her, he hadn’t rushed to the hospital for treatment or bandaging. By the next day, he was admitted directly due to excessive blood loss.
And she had taken that opportunity to escape. Afterward, Sheng Yanyu had chased after her despite his condition. The two got into an argument and were in another car accident. Sheng Yanyu injured his leg saving her, leaving him permanently disabled.
Because of that incident, Sheng Yanyu had finally given her complete freedom—and right after that, she had her heart dug out and her body discarded!
Tang Yan felt a dull ache in her chest. The image of Sheng Yanyu holding her as they died in the flames was still vivid before her eyes.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tang Yan rose and ran straight for the door.
The moment she stepped out, a servant waiting outside blocked her way: “Miss Tang, you can’t—”
“Move aside!” Tang Yan shoved the servant aside and strode toward Sheng Yanyu’s room next door.
She pushed open the door, but the room was empty.
She turned and headed for the study. The servant didn’t dare grab hold of her, so she could only hurry ahead to block the way: “Miss Tang, please don’t make things difficult for me, alright? Mr. Sheng will absolutely never agree to let you leave.”
Tang Yan ignored her and quickened her pace into a run.
The servant chased after her, calling out anxiously: “Miss Tang…”
In the study on the second floor, Sheng Yanyu heard the servant’s voice and quickly opened the door. Before he could even step out, a soft, fragrant warmth crashed directly into his arms.
The familiar scent made Sheng Yanyu freeze mid-motion as he had been about to push her away.
His entire body went rigid as he stood there, not daring to move.
It was like a dream… No, even in his dreams, she had never taken the initiative to embrace him like this!
“Sheng Yanyu…” The girl’s gentle voice suddenly rang out.
Sheng Yanyu snapped back to his senses and lowered his gaze, inadvertently meeting Tang Yan’s eyes.
The joy and possessiveness in his eyes had yet to fade when he caught the puzzled, scrutinizing look in Tang Yan’s gaze. Panicking, he quickly averted his eyes, pushed her away, and spoke with a cold, fierce expression: “What do you want now?”
Sheng Yanyu’s movements were a little hasty—afraid that the darkest, most obsessive thoughts hidden in his heart might be discovered, he was desperate to conceal and shield those feelings that would only disgust her.
“Tang Yan…” Sheng Yanyu felt a knot of tension in his chest. Even knowing she liked him, her current attitude still made him uneasy—what if all of this was just wishful thinking on her part?
“Out—”
Before Sheng Yanyu could finish his sentence, Tang Yan suddenly grabbed his hand hanging at his side. The soft, warm touch of her palm made him fall silent instantly.
“Sheng Yanyu, don’t ignore me, okay?” Her voice was soft as she coaxed him like a spoiled child.
If this was a dream, Sheng Yanyu didn’t want to wake up!
The warmth of the girl’s hand in his palm—this wasn’t a dream!
The tenderness in her eyes was something he wouldn’t even dare to imagine in his wildest dreams. If she hadn’t called his name, he might have thought she was mistaking him for someone else.
Looking at the white gauze on Tang Yan’s forehead, Sheng Yanyu’s brows furrowed deeply.
Turning his head, he instructed the flustered servant nearby: “Call Song Zhoulin to come over.”
The servant nodded and turned to head downstairs.
But Tang Yan frowned at the mention of Song Zhoulin’s name, her small face instantly falling: “Sheng Yanyu, I’m not sick!”
Half an hour later, Song Zhoulin arrived with his medical kit. After changing his shoes at the entrance, he walked into the living room and saw Tang Yan and Sheng Yanyu sitting together on the sofa like conjoined twins. His steps instinctively halted, his face full of astonishment.
No wonder the servant had sounded so urgent when calling him earlier.
Indeed, she must be seriously ill!
After all, in the past, Tang Yan had never bothered to hide her disgust toward Sheng Yanyu. The distance between them was practically like a galaxy apart.
But… wasn’t this a good thing?
Sheng Yanyu noticed his arrival, his expression cold and fierce but his eyes carrying concern: “Take a look at her. It seems something’s wrong with her head.”
Tang Yan: “…”
Tang Yan had been in a car accident today. To ensure her safety, Sheng Yanyu had nearly given her a full-body examination. Only after confirming it was just a scrape on her forehead did he bring her back.
All the examination reports were at home.
Song Zhoulin reviewed the reports and confirmed there was no issue—just a mild concussion, which shouldn’t cause amnesia!
Clearly, Tang Yan’s current behavior didn’t seem like amnesia either.
After a round of tests, Song Zhoulin gave his conclusion: “It might be temporary memory distortion caused by the accident. It should resolve in a few days.”
“Are you sure it’s just memory distortion?” Sheng Yanyu’s brows knitted slightly, his presence oppressive.
Song Zhoulin nodded: “There’s no damage to her brain, just a mild concussion. Perhaps she experienced some kind of shock before the accident, causing temporary confusion in her memory. Don’t worry, she’ll recover in a few days.”
In the study, after hearing Song Zhoulin’s words, the tension on Sheng Yanyu’s face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of oppression and melancholy. So it was just memory confusion!
So then—who had she mistaken him for?
Shen Ze?
Seeing Sheng Yanyu’s silent, subdued demeanor, Song Zhoulin couldn’t help but suggest: “Why not take this opportunity—”
“Sheng Yanyu.” Before Song Zhoulin could finish, Tang Yan’s voice came from outside the study, followed by the door being pushed open just a crack as her head slowly peeked in.
“Are you two done talking?” As she spoke, Tang Yan cast a resentful glance at Song Zhoulin.
Song Zhoulin: “…”
Was she using her eyes to shoo him away?
Song Zhoulin was quite tactful. Tang Yan’s current situation presented a rare opportunity for Sheng Yanyu, though the opportunity came with even greater crises and harm. But he knew that even if a bottomless abyss awaited ahead, Sheng Yanyu would willingly leap into it.
Tang Yan was his only weakness, and his sole obsession!
Song Zhoulin took his leave and departed.
Only the two remained in the study. Before Sheng Yanyu could speak, his hand was once again grasped by Tang Yan.