Song Jingrong was indifferent to her cold shoulder, feeling happy inside, and coldly snorted on the surface: “Just wait, one day you’ll be crying and calling me Brother Song, begging me not to leave.”
Chen Jing: “…”
What a spirited young man.
Admirable, truly admirable.
Surprisingly, during the two months Chen Jing was confined by him, she didn’t feel bored at all. This guy somehow found a spring painting book and would play a new pose with her every other day, and was extremely careful about her body, strictly controlling the boundaries. Of course, this was definitely something she would only secretly think about in her heart, and on the surface, she would still coyly refuse. The whole push-and-pull dynamic, under mutual understanding, was quite smooth.
The place where she was confined seemed to be not far from the imperial court hall, and Song Jingrong would always be by her side, even rushing to morning court and quickly returning, with such a clingy attitude that even the court officials couldn’t stand it.
Fortunately, when not facing Chen Jing, Song Jingrong was ruthless and had strict governance, so the court officials could only complain in private and didn’t dare to interfere too much.
Until a message suddenly spread at the national banquet two months later—The former alliance leader’s beloved daughter had not died five years ago!
The current emperor had used means to swap her and keep her imprisoned for over five years. When this news came out, the former martial arts alliance leader and the current alliance leader, Tang Chu, were both enraged.
What drove him to despair was that the day after the rumors spread, when he returned from court, Chen Jing was gone! Brother Song, who was obsessed with pampering his wife, went crazy. The imperial guards and royal secret agents were mobilized to search for Chen Jing’s whereabouts, and Song Jingrong was so panicked that he couldn’t even attend court.
At this moment, he hated himself, wondering why he became emperor and left her alone. If he had stayed by her side every moment, such a thing would never have happened. The atmosphere in the hall became oppressive, and the palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, trembling in silence. Song Jingrong furiously swept all the documents off the desk, covering his chest that was aching, breathing heavily, with a nearly mad expression.
The ink-filled inkstone was thrown hard at Zhou Yuan’s forehead, instantly causing blood to flow. Song Jingrong stared at him with a gloomy and fierce gaze, full of killing intent, making Zhou Yuan tremble. He took a deep breath and ordered: “Go call the imperial physician.”
All his restraint was because Chen Jing had left a note saying that if anything happened to Zhou Yuan, she would die to show him. Song Jingrong’s heart tightened with anger. This woman was cruel to him… not only did she not care about him, but she also joined others to bully him.
Song Jingrong tilted his head back, suppressing tears. He gripped the armrest of the chair so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He was sure that Zhou Yuan had let her go, and this knowledge made him want to twist Zhou Yuan’s head off every time he saw him. But that woman wouldn’t allow it…
Overwhelmed, Song Jingrong covered his eyes with his hand. Warm tears slid from the corners of his eyes, tasting exceptionally bitter. The word “love” – sweet when joyful, bitter when sorrowful.
The master has been worried about Miss Chen’s matter and fell seriously ill yesterday. He lies in bed, refusing to take medicine, thinking only of you.” He lowered his voice and pleaded, “Miss Chen, please come back with this servant. His Majesty has been suffering for days. If you don’t return soon, he won’t be able to hold on anymore.”
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow: “Is it that serious?”
Zhou Yuan’s face was full of worry: “His Majesty won’t let the imperial physicians near him and refuses to take medicine, saying he wants you to calm down.”
Chen Jing’s heart stirred slightly. She put down a few pieces of silver on the table and turned to walk out: “Let’s go, I’ll go see him.”
Zhou Yuan was overjoyed and hurried to follow.
Compared to Chen Jing’s ease, Song Jingrong in the palace was indeed in a miserable state.
With Zhou Gongong leading the way, Chen Jing passed through smoothly and quickly entered the inner hall.
As footsteps sounded, Song Jingrong, irritated beyond measure and with a splitting headache, sat up and threw a pillow: “Get out!”
Zhou Yuan exclaimed in shock: “Miss Chen!”
Chen Jing caught the thrown pillow, frowning slightly: “How long has he been like this?”
Zhou Yuan didn’t dare to hide anything and honestly replied: “Miss Chen, it’s been four or five days.”
Song Jingrong, hearing Chen Jing’s voice, was stunned. Looking up, he was overjoyed: “Jing’er!”
Chen Jing stepped back two steps, barely catching Song Jingrong as he crawled towards her. She hugged him back with some effort: “Alright, alright, I’m here.”
Song Jingrong’s eyes were teary, and he pouted: “Jing’er…”
Chen Jing responded and turned to Zhou Yuan: “Quickly, have the imperial physicians come in.”
Zhou Yuan bowed and quietly withdrew.
Song Jingrong reacted violently, holding Chen Jing tightly and glaring at the entering physicians: “Who let you in? Get out! Do you hear me? Get out!”
Chapter 66: Obsessive Maniac Ending + Obsessive Maniac 1
Just now, seeing him with teary eyes made my heart ache a little. If he was badly tortured, wouldn’t it be fatal?
This is truly difficult.
Song Jingrong was really uncomfortable. His head felt heavy and his temples were throbbing painfully. His chest felt stuffy, and he wanted to vomit. But now Chen Jing was right here, and her soft hand was held in his.
Song Jingrong felt that these uncomfortable sensations were unbearable for even a minute. He needed Jing Jing to kiss and hug him to feel better. He looked pale and pitiful, looking at Chen Jing: “I feel terrible all over.”
Chen Jing touched his face, her voice softening: “Sleep and you’ll feel better.”
“I can’t sleep,” Song Jingrong shook his head, then looked at her expectantly: “Jing Jing, will you come to bed and sleep with me?”
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow: “…I’ll help you fall asleep?”
Song Jingrong pursed his lips, looking fragile and serious, saying nothing. What a pitiful look! Chen Jing had no choice but to agree.
On the large bed, Song Jingrong wrapped his arms around her waist, his long legs entangling her tightly, leaning entirely into her embrace, closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep. When Chen Jing tried to move, the hands around her waist reflexively tightened, possessiveness clearly displayed. She could only stay still, gently stroking his back, patiently comforting him until the hands around her waist loosened slightly, though his legs then wrapped tighter.
Gradually, Chen Jing also fell asleep. After she was completely asleep, Song Jingrong, who had been breathing steadily, suddenly opened his eyes. His deep, dark eyes were dim, quietly lifting his head, looking obscurely at the woman he was forcibly holding, slowly tightening his lips.
