“I know.” Huo Ci’s expression was as deep and still as water. None of the people inside the room dared to breathe heavily, fearing they might provoke this man.
Only Chu Lianxing remained completely fearless, though his eyes were filled with tears. He was an extremely proud person, and ever since he knew him, Song Yushun had never seen him cry—not even when Grandpa Chu passed away.
Filled with disappointment and disbelief: “Why didn’t you explain, why did you let other people talk about me behind my back?” Then, thinking of something: “Is it because of Su Zhili?”
Upon hearing this name, Huo Ci’s expression showed a trace of unnaturalness. Ever since he awakened and learned the plot, he had known that Chu Lianxing was innocent.
Unfortunately, although the story had ended, the power of the plot still remained. Every time he wanted to speak of this matter, he would always be blocked by an unknown force.
This appearance landed in Chu Lianxing’s eyes as an affirmation. He slapped Huo Ci across the face: “Divorce.”
Immediately, a bright red handprint appeared on Huo Ci’s face.
Huo Ci’s expression turned dark, the tip of his tongue pressing against his cheek. Just when everyone thought he was going to fly into a rage, he instead grasped Chu Lianxing’s wrist. One must remember that force is mutual.
He had slapped him with so much force, he must be hurting himself. Sure enough, the palm of his hand was flushed red.
Just as everyone thought Huo Ci was about to lose his temper, they saw him lean down, close in, and gently blow on it, asking with heartache: “Does it hurt?”
The crowd was shocked, save for the few bodyguards brought by Huo Ci whose expressions remained entirely normal. Back when they had just gotten married, Chu Lianxing used to pin Huo Ci down and beat him up.
The employer who got beaten only felt heartbroken that his husband used too much force when hitting him, turning his hand red.
As for them, they would only step in to stop it at the most intense moment of the beating to ensure the employer’s safety.
During their school days, the Huo family couldn’t match the Chu family, and when the two of them fought most fiercely, they would only spit into each other’s cups.
The Huo Ci of the past found it disgusting, but now he wished he could kiss Chu Lianxing eight hundred times a day.
Chu Lianxing jerked away from Huo Ci’s grip, dropped a harsh parting remark, and walked outward.
Just as he reached the door, he was blocked by the bodyguards.
“Move aside.”
The big guys at the door didn’t budge an inch. Chu Lianxing turned his head to look at Huo Ci behind him: “Tell them to move.”
Huo Ci wanted to persuade him to stay, but seeing his resolute, win-or-die expression, he still relented.
If things remained deadlocked like this, once the Chu family members arrived, they would really end up getting a divorce.
Huo Ci motioned for the lifestyle assistant to bring over a bowl of fresh medicine, walking up in front of Chu Lianxing: “Drink the medicine and I’ll let you go.”
Chu Lianxing took the bowl of medicine and chugged it down in one gulp.
The bitter medicinal taste spread across his mouth, and Chu Lianxing frowned in displeasure.
Before he could even take out the candy from his pocket to soothe the bitterness, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and in the next second, he collapsed straight down.
Huo Ci reached out at the right moment to catch Chu Lianxing, gathering him into his arms.
His large black overcoat wrapped Chu Lianxing up completely, not even a single strand of hair exposed.
He carried Chu Lianxing and walked outward.
Song Yushun tried to stop them but was blocked by the bodyguards brought by Huo Ci.
Suddenly, Huo Ci stopped, turned around to look at Huang Chuyan sitting on the sofa, pulled a card from his pocket, and tossed it in front of the girl: “There are two million in this card, enough for your mother’s illness. Take this money and leave Huaguo, and never appear in front of Xingxing again.
Otherwise, I don’t guarantee what I might do.”
The thick tone of threat in his words made Huang Chuyan shrink back involuntarily. She nodded like a shoebill stork: “Don’t worry, President Huo. I will, no, today, I’ll take Mom and go abroad today.”
Although Huo Ci had altered Chu Lianxing’s ending, his physical condition grew worse and worse as time went on.
Perhaps this was the consequence of altering the plot.
Under the influence of the medicine, Chu Lianxing slept exceptionally deeply; he was woken up by Huo Ci.
The blackout curtains inside the room had already been opened, leaving only a thin layer of sheer gauze curtains.
Outside the window, the night view of the villa was visible, leaving Chu Lianxing in a brief daze.
“Xingxing, wake up. Eat some food before sleeping; sleeping too long gives you a headache.”
With that, he scooped up a spoonful of medicinal porridge, blew on it until it wasn’t too hot, and held it to Chu Lianxing’s lips.
Chu Lianxing turned his head to dodge what Huo Ci was offering: “What on earth do you want? You can’t forget Su Zhili. If you’re staying with me out of a desire for atonement, there’s no need at all—it just makes me feel sick.”
Huo Ci’s expression looked deeply wounded: “Xingxing, I have never liked Su Zhili. I beg you to believe me, I have my unspeakable hardships.”
Huo Ci wasn’t lying; he had fallen in love with Su Zhili under the plot’s control, but after waking up, he found he felt completely apathetic toward him, even feeling a trace of disgust.
Chu Lianxing sneered, his expression seemingly saying, Do you think I look like a fool?
He rolled over to get out of bed, picked up the jacket on the chair, and said, “I’ll have my assistant send over the divorce papers. Huo Ci, when you schemed to climb into my bed back then, I let bygones be bygones because I also wanted to leave you a shred of dignity.”
“Xingxing, have you forgotten your promise to Grandpa? You said you would never divorce me.”
Chu Lianxing turned around and stared coldly at him: “Don’t you think this can threaten me, Huo Ci.”
Chu Lianxing picked up his phone and dialed Wang You’s number, telling him to bring a lawyer over to deliver the divorce papers, only the call didn’t go through.
Huo Ci pinned Chu Lianxing against the wall, undid his tie with one hand to bind his hands, forcibly pressed him onto the sofa, and leaned over to pin Chu Lianxing beneath him.
With one hand, he pinched Chu Lianxing’s soft, fair cheek, while his other hand held a spoon handle and fed the medicine into his mouth.
After feeding it in, he immediately covered his mouth, making him swallow it obediently.
This kind of routine played out every day in the first few years; it was only in recent years when their relationship eased somewhat that this stopped happening.
Huo Ci’s eyes were paranoid, his tone gentle yet carrying a threat: “Xingxing, before you figure things out, you aren’t leaving this room for even half a step.”
Chu Lianxing looked at Huo Ci, who was noticeably a size larger than him. Back in school, their builds were about the same, and Chu Lianxing used to always pin Huo Ci down and beat him up.
Who knew what this kid ate these few years to grow so fast.
Taking advantage of the moment Huo Ci wasn’t paying attention, he kicked him right in the crotch. Huo Ci curled up in pain, and Chu Lianxing propped up his sour, weak body, stepping right onto Huo Ci’s face.
Chu Lianxing’s body temperature tended to be low, and his feet were so pale that it instantly stimulated Huo Ci.
Just as he prepared to utter harsh threats, he saw a bulge form beneath Huo Ci’s trousers, a flush spreading from behind his ears.
Chu Lianxing raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning down to ask teasingly right beside his ear: “Do you want me to help you?”
Huo Ci’s mind was filled with nothing but those bed matters. Hearing Chu Lianxing say this, he just nodded blindly, completely missing the mischievous look in his eyes.
Chu Lianxing had already untied the necktie binding him. Even though the material Huo Ci used was soft enough, it still left shocking red marks on his wrists.
Chu Lianxing’s grandfather pampered this grandson to the extreme, specially hiring a coach to teach him combat skills. To prevent being bound, escaping from knots was something he learned from childhood.
Taking advantage of the moment Huo Ci hadn’t recovered his wits, Chu Lianxing fished out a rope from goodness-knows-where, bound him up like a New Year’s hog, stripped him bare, dragged him into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, adjusting it to cold water.
As he left, he kicked him once: “Soak here and wake up properly.”
Following that, he found a key among Huo Ci’s pile of clothes, unlocked the bedroom door, and called his assistant to come pick him up.
Chu Lianxing’s hair had been messed up into a bird’s nest while on the sofa just now, and his cheeks were flushed with a layer of red from exertion. His slippers had been kicked off somewhere, leaving him wearing only one.
When the villa’s housekeeper saw Chu Lianxing looking like this, she knew her employers had quarreled with each other again.
Chu Lianxing sat in the living room waiting for his assistant to arrive, and called his work assistant, Zhao Zhao, instructing her to take Huang Chuyan to the old family residence to wait for him.
Chu Lianxing had already developed a tolerance to sleeping pills, so Huo Ci had instructed the doctor to increase the dosage in this meal according to his physique.
This resulted in Chu Lianxing still feeling rather drowsy right now.
Zhao Zhao acted very quickly, calling him back in less than ten minutes.
“President Chu, Miss Huang Chuyan has been taken away by someone.”