In the end, Wen Yuhan still chose to return to Pei Shaocheng.
As she was leaving, Wen Yuhan nearly tripped on the wet, slippery steps.
Lu Yanheng quickly opened his arms and hugged him. The faint sandalwood scent emanating from him instantly dispelled Wen Yuhan's slight drunkenness.
"Are you alright?"
"Okay." Wen Yuhan nodded apologetically and opened the back door.
Lu Yanheng stood in the rain, feeling the warmth from the other person still lingering on his clothes.
It wasn't until the driver opened the window and tentatively called out "Mr. Lu" twice that he snapped out of his daze, nodded, and got into the passenger seat.
The car disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.
In an inconspicuous corner by the river, a gaze followed them closely the entire time.
I gripped my phone tightly and silently pressed send.
It was a photo of Wen Yuhan and Lu Yanheng embracing in front of a car.
Recipient: Senior Brother Pei.
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Pei Gou is going crazy again in the next chapter qwq Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-05-29 12:39:42 and 2022-05-30 22:33:52!
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Chapter 51
The rain continued unabated, and the sky grew increasingly dark.
As Lu Yanheng's car passed the plum blossom grove near Pei Shaocheng's house, Wen Yuhan softly called out to him.
"I'll leave you here, Yanheng. I can walk there myself."
“No, I’m not comfortable with that.” Lu Yanheng showed no sign of stopping, looking straight ahead and saying in a deep voice, “I’ll explain to Pei Shaocheng when I see him later.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuhan shook his head and chuckled, "Do you think things will get better if he sees you?" He paused, then gently reassured him, "Nothing will happen."
"How about I go with you, teacher?" Xiao Yang said, turning his head from the passenger seat.
“You can’t control him.” Lu Yanheng interrupted Xiao Yang, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something more. But he knew in his heart that Wen Yuhan was actually right. Based on his understanding of Pei Shaocheng, Pei Shaocheng would most likely lose control after seeing Wen Yuhan return with him.
A person who is out of control will not listen to advice.
He looked at Wen Yuhan and caught a glimpse of determination in the other's eyes.
Lu Yanheng wearily took off his glasses, leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes briefly, and finally said to the driver in a low voice, "Stop the car."
The Maybach stopped under a red plum tree. When Wen Yuhan got out of the car, she saw that many petals had been knocked down by the wind and rain and were covered with mud.
Lu Yanheng also got out of the car, handed an umbrella and a cell phone to Wen Yuhan, stared at him intently for a moment, and said softly, "My car is parked here. Let me know when you get back, otherwise I won't leave."
"Um."
Wen Yuhan nodded slightly and opened her umbrella. She then smiled at Xiao Yang, who looked worried, raised her hand to pat his head, and whispered, "You shouldn't smoke anymore."
Seeing Xiao Yang's somewhat dazed expression, he smiled, turned around, and slowly walked into the depths of the plum blossom bushes.
Standing in the rain, Lu Yanheng watched Wen Yuhan's figure recede into the distance, and suddenly felt a strange and intense unease. He subconsciously called out again:
"Minor Cold!"
Wen Yuhan stopped and turned around.
Just then, a northerly wind carrying drizzle began to blow, lifting the petals and scattering them either to the ground or into the air, releasing a damp and crisp fragrance.
At that moment, Wen Yuhan's gentle eyes blended seamlessly with the entire flowerbed.
Lu Yanheng's eyes flickered; he wanted to say something to the other person but didn't know what to say. So he could only silently gaze at Wen Yuhan for a long time, trying to imprint this extremely beautiful scene in his eyes and etch it into his mind.
Wen Yuhan smiled, waved to Lu Yanheng one last time, turned around, and disappeared completely into the sea of flowers...
As he turned a corner and saw the brightly lit detached villa in the distance, his cold fingertips involuntarily tightened their grip on the umbrella handle.
Wen Yuhan lowered her head and sent Lu Yanheng a message to reassure him, took a deep breath, and walked alone towards the villa.
At that moment, a car headlight suddenly lit up in the darkness beside me.
Wen Yuhan squinted at the blinding light and raised his hand to shield his eyes.
The next second, there was a dull slam of a door closing, and a pair of leather shoes stepped quickly onto the floor, crunching through the petals and dirt. Along with them came the familiar scent of men's cologne, tinged with moisture.
Wen Yuhan was pushed against a plum tree.
Using the car headlights, he looked up and saw the person in front of him. His hair was soaked through with rain, and water was dripping from the ends.
His shirt was also soaked through, the collar open, and the water droplets clinging to his skin gleamed coldly.
"Shao Cheng..." Wen Yuhan was about to speak when the other's burning lips instantly covered his, frantically engulfing and biting him, silencing all his words.
Wen Yuhan felt the air growing thinner and thinner as the other party plundered her. She couldn't help but reach out to push Pei Shaocheng's chest, but her wrist was firmly gripped and pinned to the tree trunk.
Because the force of the blow was too great, many more plum blossoms fell from the branches.
Pei Shaocheng picked Wen Yuhan up and strode towards the villa. Under Aunt Feng's terrified gaze, he went upstairs, locked the bedroom door, and threw Wen Yuhan onto the large bed.
His clothes were torn to shreds by the other party, and Pei Shaocheng's bloodshot eyes resembled those of a bloodthirsty and hungry beast.
Claws gripped the prey's neck, and the prey's breathing became erratic and heavy.
"You dared to run away, huh?" Pei Shaocheng's voice was hoarse, becoming even more gloomy with rage.
A flicker of panic crossed Wen Yuhan's eyes, but she still tried to keep her voice down and said calmly, "If I really wanted to run away, why would I come back?"
Feeling the increasing pressure on his neck, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Let me get up first, and I'll explain things to you slowly, okay?"
“Tell me slowly…” Pei Shaocheng murmured, then suddenly let out a sneer.
His shoulders trembled violently, and a muffled laugh grew louder and louder from his chest.
Then, a photo was enlarged and displayed in front of Wen Yuhan.
When Wen Yuhan saw that the photo showed her and Lu Yanheng embracing in front of each other's car, her pupils suddenly contracted.
"No...that's not how it is." Wen Yuhan slowly shook her head, her calm gaze turning panicked. "I was..."
"You're holding me so tightly..." Pei Shaocheng stared into Wen Yuhan's eyes with a sinister and mocking gaze, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Wen Yuhan, do you think I can't satisfy you anymore... How's his technique? How does it compare to mine?"
Wen Yuhan gritted her teeth, her eyes instantly filled with humiliation, and raised her hand to slap Pei Shaocheng's cheek, but her wrist was grabbed by him again.
Pei Shaocheng narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze scrutinizing the other's pale skin. He suddenly flipped Wen Yuhan over, pressed his knee against the other's waist, and examined him inch by inch downwards without missing a single detail.
"Pei Shaocheng, you son of a bitch!"
When her privacy was violated, Wen Yuhan struggled desperately, like a fish out of water.
Such resistance undoubtedly further fueled Pei Shaocheng's anger. He unbuckled his belt and tied Wen Yuhan's hands behind her back to the headboard, saying each word clearly, "I told you, if you dare to run away, I will catch you and tie you up, making sure you can't leave this room... You still want to be with Lu Yanheng? Dream on!! You are mine!! You belong to me alone!!"
"Pei Shaocheng, what's wrong with you! Have you even listened to a single word of my explanation?!"
"An explanation?! An explanation for why you disappeared without a word?! An explanation for you hugging and kissing him in front of the car?! An explanation for you hanging up on me again and again?!"
Wen Yuhan's wrists were marked red from the belt as he resisted. His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably: "My phone, wallet, and credit cards are all in your hands, how could I hang up on you?! You said you brought me back to recuperate, but you sent people to follow me around all the time. What's the difference between that and surveillance?!"
"What the hell can I do?! Tell me, what can I do?!" Pei Shaocheng waved his hand and knocked over the glass lamp on the bedside table.
With a sharp, loud bang, the glass burst open on the ground, shattering into five-colored fragments that reflected a dazzling light.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in Pei Shaocheng's eyes. His hand was cut by the glass and bleeding. He was hysterical, like a lion trapped in a snare.
“I’m having nightmares every single day and night! I dream that I’m stuck in a swamp, sinking little by little…and you’re standing on the shore, walking away without even looking back! You didn’t look at me once from beginning to end…I dream that you’re embracing that director, that Xiao Yang, Lu Yanheng, and countless other men…and I’m right there, unable to make a sound, unable to move! Just watching you all…you…I want to know what I did wrong! Wen Yuhan, I beg you, tell me, what the hell did I do wrong!!”
Looking at Pei Shaocheng, who was completely out of control, Wen Yuhan fell silent.
He gradually gave up struggling, letting his hands be tied, and lay stiffly on the bed.
Pei Shaocheng's hoarse, raspy roar echoed in the room. He saw his body being torn apart into countless colorful fragments, like a shattered mirror, from which countless dazzling butterflies emerged.
A giant butterfly flew towards Wen Yuhan, covering his eyes, its wings fluttering open and closed. Then it flew into the air and disappeared.
Tears rolled silently down her cheeks. Wen Yuhan closed her eyes and smiled, asking in a barely audible voice, "I also want to know, what did I do wrong..."
He glanced absently at Pei Shaocheng's silent, smoking back, watching the butterflies flutter and appear before his eyes. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke softly:
"If you don't believe me, check it yourself."
Having finished speaking, he resignedly began to reveal himself to the other person...
A note from the author:
Next chapter: Nuclear Warning qwq Pei Shaocheng's Countdown to Winning Back His Wife: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-05-30 22:33:52 and 2022-06-01 15:48:37!
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Chapter 52
This endless, frenzied night began with Wen Yuhan's compromise and acceptance, and ended with his desperate pleas for mercy as he drifted into a state of delirium.
Afterwards, Pei Shaocheng leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and silently looked at the messy room and the person beside him who had fallen into a deep sleep.
His eyes were still wet with tears, and the marks on his wrists from the belt were red.
Pei Shaocheng bent down to check the other's injuries, but the moment he touched him, Wen Yuhan suddenly opened his eyes, brushed his hand away, curled up into a ball, and instinctively murmured:
"No...I was wrong...I'm sorry..."
Pei Shaocheng's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and his heart tightened with Wen Yuhan's panicked expression, making it hard to breathe.
He sat stiffly beside the other person, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally let out a long sigh and buried his head in his hands…
There was a rustling sound beside him, followed by a knock on the door, which Pei Shaocheng then closed from the outside.
Wen Yuhan watched quietly as the bedroom plunged back into darkness.
Countless dandelion seeds released fluorescent green light in the air, scattering and floating in all directions.