CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 185: TOO SOFT-HEARTED TO KILL

Su Xingyu had a dream.

A long, deep dream.

She dreamed of an endless darkness, surrounded by the hellfire, trying her best but finding nowhere to escape...

She woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.

She sat up, gasping for breath, realizing she had been moved from the living room’s sofa to the bedroom bed, the familiar black silk beneath her, the cold and slippery touch making her uneasy and fearful. Turning her head, the man beside her was asleep, his features still severe in slumber, casting sharp edges even in the moonlight.

He was her nightmare.

Su Xingyu stared at him for a while, in a daze, having an illusion, as if the one sleeping beside her wasn’t her husband, but some unknown ferocious beast, savage, cruel, and extremely dangerous. Compelled by an unknown force, she reached out, grabbed her pillow, and pressed it hard over his face, rumored to suffocate a person silently and let them die peacefully in their sleep.

She pressed the pillow tightly, without a hint of hesitation, in that instant, countless grievances and resentments surged up in her heart, a burning pain devoured her reason. If... this person died...

If... this demon before her died...

Would her suffering end, no longer living in such humiliation?

She hated... hated him so much!

Hated how he always treated her like a plaything without dignity, hated how he couldn’t see through Zhuang Heng’s intentions, always siding with that woman no matter what happened, hated how he restricted her freedom, hated how he repeatedly deprived her of everything she cherished!

Her hand grew heavier, then began to tremble, shaking more and more violently, tears unknowingly streaming down her face.

She cried, like a helpless child, clearly holding his life in her hands, yet feeling like she was the one teetering on the brink of despair, unable to retreat. She wept uncontrollably, her grip on the pillow unconsciously losing strength, her entire body convulsing with sobs.

Suddenly, her wrist tightened, something clamped down on it.

She screamed in fright, realizing it was his hand grabbing hers, with an iron-hard grip leaving her nowhere to escape. The pillow on his face was easily removed, he opened his long, narrow, deep cold eyes and looked at her, gaze sharp as an arrow.

She was so scared she forgot to cry, just staring at him blankly, unaware of the tears dropping onto his bare chest.

He also looked at her, perhaps for a fleeting moment, perhaps for millennia, he spoke: "With such little courage, you think you can murder me?" His voice was calm and controlled, devoid of any emotion.

Her soul slowly returned to her body, gaining sensation, instinctively wanting to retreat: "I, I..." but no words came out, then she cried again, sobbing and heartbroken as if she had exhausted all her strength, fiercely yelling at him, "I hate you! I hate you!" Her voice was very weak, like a small beast cornered with no way out.

He too sat up, the cool black satin sliding down his athletic and well-proportioned body, perfect like a legendary deity under the moonlight. He looked at her intently: "Why? Just because I taught you manners?"

"I hate you..." She was sobbing almost to the point of fainting, repeating these words over and over.

The black hole inside returned again, he didn’t know how to stop her crying, his little wife felt like a strange creature, completely different from those business partners and subordinates he met with daily—she never reasoned with him, rebelled against his orders at every turn, every time he disciplined her, she never learned, continuously challenging his authority.

So weak, yet she couldn’t even kill a person, how dare she quarrel with him every day?

She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, pitiful like a desperate little rabbit, the black hole in his heart expanded more and more, flames ignited in his lower abdomen spreading through his body... He wanted her, wanted to devour her whole, skin and bones, leaving nothing behind. So he did just that, forcibly pulling her into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her.

This time, her resistance was fiercer than ever before, she used both hands and feet, unable to push him away, fiercely biting down on her own tongue. She would rather die than be humiliated by him again!

Bright red blood trickled down her lips.

His expression changed: "Xingyu!"

One hand pried open her mouth, under the dim moonlight, her mouth full of blood: "How dare you!"

She looked at him weakly, her entire body soft as cotton, only supported by him to barely prevent falling. Her body felt cold in waves, her vision going dark in waves, she gazed at him with a sorrowful expression, the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was his panicked face. Ha... he gets panicked too...

To see it before dying, at least...

Makes it all worth it...

She sank into darkness again, this time, it seemed like another long dream, yet seemed like she didn’t dream at all.

When she awoke, a bunch of people surrounded the bed, the family doctor, Mrs. Gui, the butler Mr. Zhong, and two unknown young nurses all present. An IV drip was attached to her arm, she didn’t know what the medicine was, but there was a faint pain.

Lu Shifeng stood at a corner of the bed, his tall figure leaning against the wall, looking cool and detached.

He rarely stood like this, in her impression he always stood upright, full of spirit.

Seeing her awake, he spoke, his voice very cold: "I have two things to tell you, Su Xingyu. First, biting your tongue to commit suicide won’t kill you, second, if you dare to attempt suicide again, believe me or not, I’ll dig up your mother and grandfather’s ashes from their graves to feed to the dogs, and make your Mu Family notorious for eternity, never able to rise again?"

Her mind was just starting to clear slightly, but with his provocation, the blood in her body surged, wanting to say something, yet triggering a violent cough, her injured tongue touched her teeth, swollen, uncomfortable, nearly suffocating.

The family doctor and the two young nurses hurriedly stepped forward to assist, the family doctor angrily said to Lu Shifeng: "Sir! If you have nothing to do then please go to work, don’t stay here causing trouble! You called me to save people, not to kill them!"

Lu Shifeng completely ignored him, walked to Su Xingyu’s bedside, leaned down and dangerously looked at her: "Answer me."

Answer what?

Her mind became unclear again, subconsciously shook her head, seeing his face suddenly turn cold, she realized something was wrong.

"I...I won’t..." before he could flare up again, she stammered, "Lu Shifeng, rest assured... I will never do such a stupid thing again... I was really, really out of my mind at the time." She lowered her eyes slightly, speaking the words from her heart, "For you, it’s not worth it."

"Bang," it was him slamming his fist on the bedside table, the glass shattered on the floor, tea spilled everywhere.

His expression was extremely terrifying, even the family doctor and Mrs. Gui were silent with fear, yet she still mumbled an addition: "Not worth it."