Chapter 80: Is It a Crime to Love You?
Fu Xingjian’s eyes, deep as bottomless pits, remained fixed on him. The bruises on the corners of his mouth and cheek only added a touch of wretchedness to his appearance. “A-Yu, come back with me.”
Wen Yuhuai couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Things had already reached this point, yet this man still had the nerve to say such things with a straight face.
What was he thinking?
Fu Xingjian uncontrollably took two steps closer, his gaze still glued to Wen Yuhuai. He knelt with one knee on the sofa beside him. “A-Yu, come back to Beijing with me. I won’t confine you anymore, and I won’t lock you up. I’ll give you whatever you want. If you’re unwilling, I won’t touch you—as long as you stay by my side.”
Wen Yuhuai flicked the cigarette in his hand, letting the ash, still carrying sparks, fall onto the back of Fu Xingjian’s hand. His eyelashes lowered, and a mocking smile remained on his lips. “Didn’t you just say you wanted to settle scores with me? I was scared to death. Beijing is your territory. If I go back with you, won’t I be a sheep walking into a tiger’s den? If you really decide to do something to me then, will I even have the right to say no?”
Fu Xingjian’s hand trembled from the burn, yet he kept it in place. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his voice incredibly hoarse. “A-Yu, I know I was wrong. I won’t do those things to you again. If you’re willing to go back with me, I can even help you deal with Gu Yanxiu.”
Wen Yuhuai was truly laughed into anger by him. This man actually had the face to mention Gu Yanxiu.
Back then, he had clearly managed to sway Gu Yanxiu, who had agreed to let him go, only for Fu Xingjian to intercept them at the last moment with his men.
To hear such hypocritical words now—one had to wonder just how thick his skin was.
“There’s no need for you to deal with Gu Yanxiu. If you really want me to go back, you should deal with yourself as soon as possible.”
The malice in those words was heavy. Despite Fu Xingjian’s current humble posture, he was still stung by the remark, his brow furrowing.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “A-Yu, you don’t need to use such words to sting me. You can seriously consider my offer. Not just Gu Yanxiu—as long as you wish, I can help you deal with anyone else who covets you.”
As he spoke, he turned his head slightly to glance at Lin Shiyu, who was watching them expressionlessly from not far away. His meaning was clear.
Wen Yuhuai saw through his motive instantly and let out a cold laugh. “And then you can have me all to yourself, is that it?”
“You think I don’t know what you’re thinking? Do you think I’ll fall for your tricks again?”
Fu Xingjian pressed his other hand against the sofa, trapping Wen Yuhuai between his chest and the cushions. He leaned in uncontrollably, his Adam’s apple rolling, looking utterly famished.
“A-Yu.”
His voice was hoarse beyond belief. “From the moment I learned a few hours ago that you were watching fireworks together, all I could think about was that I had to catch you, bring you back, and lock you in the villa so you could never escape my palm again.”
“But the moment I saw you, I regretted it. I want you to stay by my side willingly. I want to see you smile at me… You have no idea how hard I’m struggling to restrain myself.”
Fu Xingjian’s state was very wrong. In his eyes, Wen Yuhuai saw only a heavy, murky darkness, like a hunter gazing at prey that had already fallen into a trap. A chill crawled up Wen Yuhuai’s spine, gradually spreading through his entire body.
“If nothing I do can move you, then I don’t need to restrain myself anymore. From the first moment I saw you—I’ve wanted to do this.”
Wen Yuhuai’s pupils dilated uncontrollably. He immediately tried to struggle to his feet, but his arms were seized and pinned firmly against the back of the sofa.
A feverish kiss descended like a landslide.
The kiss lasted only two seconds before Fu Xingjian’s body was sent flying.
Lin Shiyu’s fist slammed into him without a moment’s hesitation. Fu Xingjian let out a light laugh and stood up wretchedly, slowly wiping away the blood seeping from his split lip. His gaze turned bone-chillingly cold.
“Still want to fight? I’ll play along to the end. I just wonder if this house of yours can withstand it—”
As the words fell, he kicked over the coffee table with a thunderous crash.
Wen Yuhuai stood up, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were shot through with dense red capillaries, and his voice sounded as if it were being squeezed through his teeth: “Get the fuck out of here—”
Fu Xingjian’s straight back wavered almost imperceptibly, his figure finally freezing in place.
If he wouldn’t leave, Wen Yuhuai would. He wiped his reddened lips forcefully with the back of his hand, not wanting to stay for another second as he headed toward the foyer.
Fu Xingjian looked up at the crystal chandelier above, his eyes blinking slowly as if pained by the light. Finally, he yielded bit by bit. “I’ll leave.”
“Rest well here. I’ll come to see you tomorrow.”
With those words, he gave Wen Yuhuai a deep look before turning to walk out. When he reached the foyer, he stopped and added like a haunting ghost, “Don’t even think about running again. Even if this is Haishi, as long as I am here, you won’t be able to escape.”
With a bang, the front door opened and closed. Only the two of them remained in the large living room, separated by the overturned coffee table.
Wen Yuhuai’s lips curled into a cold sneer. He turned to walk toward his room without hesitation, but the person behind him immediately called out.
“A-Yu—”
Wen Yuhuai’s footsteps paused. “What, do you have something to say too?”
Lin Shiyu walked up behind him step by step. He seemed to want to reach out and hug him, but in the end, he restrained himself.
“A-Yu, I said I would explain once we got back. You have to at least give me a chance.”
Wen Yuhuai turned around decisively and nodded. “Speak. I’m listening.”
He wanted to hear what kind of flowery words the man could come up with.
Lin Shiyu’s eyelashes lowered. He didn’t have that aggressive aura that made people see through Fu Xingjian at a glance; instead, he looked inexplicably pitiful, like a large dog caught in the rain.
“A-Yu, I do like you, but you can’t sentence me to death just because of that. Is it a crime for me to love you?”
Wen Yuhuai didn’t speak, nor did his expression soften in the slightest.
“I’ve never wanted anything in return. I just want to stay by your side. Whether you like me or not, just being able to see you makes me happy.”
Wen Yuhuai’s eyelashes fluttered. He looked at him expressionlessly.
Lin Shiyu slowly moved to his side, like the most loyal knight, and knelt on one knee before him.
“They treated you like that—don’t you want to get revenge? Or, if they try to lock you up again, do you think you can escape their clutches relying on yourself and the Wen family alone?”
Wen Yuhuai’s gaze gradually turned cold.
Lin Shiyu’s lips, made vivid by the blood, curved slightly, like an enchanting demon. “We grew up together. No one is closer to you than I am. As long as you are willing, I can be the blade in your hand, helping you do anything without looking back.”
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