He answered decisively, “I don’t know!”
With his legal wife right next door, he ran to my room and pinned me to the ground—this was the Ye Zhengchen I knew.
His imposing physique, sword-like eyebrows, and determined gaze radiated an unparalleled arrogance. The pressure weighed heavily on me, almost crushing my spine. I bit my lower lip, swallowing my cry for help, and fixed my eyes on the wall as a faint taste of blood seeped between my teeth.
Moments before, I had a trace of soft attachment to him. Now, only hate remained, etched into my bones.
He raised my left hand, revealing our synchronized black and white watches, each second hand’s jump piercing my fragile self-esteem.
What I wanted most was to be with him, a right that only Yu Yin possessed.
“Stay by my side,” he embraced me, holding me intimately. “Don’t consider anyone else, just be happy yourself!”
His attitude resembled a man keeping a mistress in a TV drama. Most frustratingly, he reached toward my chest again, teasing that sensitive area.
I curled up in the blanket at the end of the bed, and he followed, rubbing his nose behind my ear. “Darling, I miss you too… Let’s stop tormenting each other.”
Scattered clothes lay among the bedding.
Once there’s a first compromise, there will be a second, becoming accustomed and forgetting dignity.
Every mistress starts fierce but eventually surrenders to intense desires.
I was about to surrender.
Just as my self-esteem and moral defenses wavered, I recalled a scene in the hospital: Yu Yin smoothing her skirt while Ye Zhengchen lay quietly watching.
I sat embarrassed, holding a thermos cup.
With blood mixed with alcohol rushing to my head, I suddenly pushed him away and rushed to the kitchen for a sharp knife. “Leave! If you don’t, I’ll kill you!”
He glanced at the knife. “You can’t even hold it steady. Could you kill?”
“Don’t push me.”
“I don’t believe you’ll kill me.”
He approached, my knife retreating inch by inch, laughing. “You can’t bear to.”
I gripped the knife handle tightly as he pressed closer, knowing my love for him made it hard to hurt him.
My knife retreated until there was nowhere else to go. I steeled my heart, turning the knife point toward myself.
