”Go guard outside the hall,” he softly said to the empty hall. The air stirred, a light wind swept by, and the hall’s door was quickly and quietly closed, with a subtle click that instantly darkened the room’s light. Song Jingrong’s face was shrouded in shadow, eerily quiet. ”Jing Jing…” he spoke softly, almost inaudibly, “I don’t want to do this, but you’re too naughty.” Always wanting to leave him. Needs discipline. His gaze was gentle, a blush on his cheek, focusing on her, and at the last moment, raised his head to kiss her. A strange yet pleasant fragrance gradually spread in the hall. Chen Jing felt the sensation on her lips, unconsciously licking them, finding it sweet, and thus opened her mouth without resistance… /// Facts proved that men infatuated with love are not just foolish. They can be crazy too. When Chen Jing woke up, she was surprised to find Song Jingrong, deeply asleep in her arms, had somehow become □□. Moreover, his face was exceptionally pale, and the rosy lips from before had turned purple. As if he had practiced some evil technique in his sleep. Chen Jing frowned, reaching out to push him: “Song Jingrong, wake up.” Song Jingrong, who had long been awake but was pretending to sleep, slowly opened his eyes with a puzzled expression: “Did something happen?” Chen Jing pressed her hand on his lips: “Why has your lip color changed?”
“Song Jingrong played dumb: ‘Changed to what color?’
Chen Jing stopped speaking, raising her voice to call Zhou Yuan inside. Then she discovered she couldn’t speak. She suddenly turned back to Song Jingrong: ‘What did you do to me?’
Indeed, she could speak to Song Jingrong, but when trying to speak to others, she instantly became mute. It must be Song Jingrong’s doing. Chen Jing was certain because this book’s setting was bizarre. Since her return, Song Jingrong had been acting pitiful, causing her to let down her guard. But Song Jingrong denied everything. He looked aggrieved: ‘I didn’t do anything, Jing Jing. What’s wrong with you?’
Chen Jing was frustrated: ‘No, what are you trying to do?’ Was this another whim? This wasn’t how to play! Song Jingrong maintained silence about her inability to speak to anyone except him.
Chen Jing: ‘… This is so damn frustrating.’ She deeply despised herself. She was clearly a big bad wolf, and just because he pretended to be gentle, she believed him and moved closer. Now she was controlled. Yes, Chen Jing also discovered she couldn’t leave Song Jingrong.”
At most half a meter, if she walked further, she would stiffen in place, requiring Song Jingrong to kiss her to return to normal. The plot was simply fantastical. Even more, that night, she found herself doing whatever Song Jingrong said, as if controlled. Whenever he called her, except for her eyeballs, she couldn’t control anything else. Chen Jing was furious. She had originally planned to let him off, but he insisted on courting disaster! Just like now— Song Jingrong clingingly hugged her, softly saying: “Jing Jing, will you kiss me?” Chen Jing completely didn’t want to pay attention to him, but her body was entirely uncontrolled by her brain. She even smiled, walking up to kiss him tenderly and affectionately. Song Jingrong was thrilled. In all his years, he had never felt so happy, his chest full of happiness, overjoyed.
Chen Jing’s eyes gradually revealed estrangement and disgust, which still pierced his heart. His face pale, full of bitterness and grievance: “Jing Jing, don’t look at me like that.” Chen Jing retracted her gaze, closed her eyes, with an expression of wanting to vomit just by seeing him. Song Jingrong’s heart hurt like being stabbed by a needle, hugging her and coaxing: “Good Jing Jing, I really love you, don’t torture me like this… okay?” Chen Jing ignored him.
Song Jingrong said many apologetic words, but didn’t mention lifting his control over her. By the end, he finally couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t like being with me that much?” His face tense, eyes faintly reddening, he asked coldly. “First, remove this messy witchcraft, then we’ll talk about liking or not liking.” This time, Chen Jing didn’t ignore him, frowning: “No one would like to be treated like this.” Song Jingrong pushed her onto the bed, silent, and kissed her. Chen Jing uncontrollably raised her hand to his neck, actively responding to his kiss, but her eyes grew colder. Song Jingrong didn’t care; even if hurt by her attitude, he wouldn’t let go. He wanted to trap her like this, preferably forever!
To prevent Chen Jing from escaping, Song Jingrong arranged dozens of hidden guards outside the hall, all highly skilled, all on high alert, not daring to relax. However, despite his utmost caution, Chen Jing was still gone. Song Jingrong gloomily scanned the empty hall, his aura suppressed to the extreme, as if ready to explode at any moment. The head of the hidden guards knelt on the ground, heart dead: “Please punish me, Your Majesty.” Song Jingrong closed his eyes, his voice surprisingly calm: “Go find her. In three days, if you can’t bring her back, prepare to be torn to pieces.”
Three days had passed, and Chen Jing seemed to have evaporated. Song Jingrong received no news about her. Can’t find her, no news— Always these two sentences! A horrifying pressure surged, and the trembling hidden guards lost their breath completely. Red blood splattered on the ground, quickly wiped away by eunuchs and palace maids. The empty hall’s oppressive silence made it hard to breathe.
Song Jingrong lowered his head, supporting himself against the table, breathing heavily, tears silently falling. Anger, sadness, grievance, self-hatred – too many emotions pressed on his chest, accumulating over time until he was about to suffocate.
In three years, unable to get any news of Chen Jing, Song Jingrong’s body gradually weakened, but he persevered, refusing to show any vulnerability. Until the former Wulin Alliance Master, Chen Jing’s father, suddenly sent a letter.
In the imperial study, Song Jingrong dismissed everyone, expressionless, looking at the unopened letter. An ordinary piece of paper had four characters written vertically in the center: See you in next life. He remained silent, showing no emotional reaction, just sitting for an entire day.
Until night completely covered the sky, Zhou Yuan timidly entered under the urging of court officials. The hall was eerily quiet, a faint bloody smell spreading.
Zhou Yuan’s heart jumped, looking up in shock. Upon seeing Song Jingrong’s appearance, he instantly turned pale, legs weak, scrambling out— “Someone! Imperial physician! Where’s the imperial physician!” Thus, Emperor Wu’an Song Jingrong, who had reigned for eight years, passed away. —Chaos in the palace. [End of this world] [Obsessive 1] ///
The rest of the text continues with an airport arrival.
Chen Jing had a strong sense of presence. The driver, Old Sun from the Yu family, quickly identified her.
“Miss Chen.”
Chen Jing politely responded and then fell silent, allowing Old Sun to take her coat. After getting in the car, she closed her eyes to rest.
Her pale red lips were strikingly visible in the rearview mirror.
Old Sun quickly shifted his gaze straight ahead, staring fixedly at the road, not daring to let even a hint of a glance drift back.
Joke aside, given how crazy the young master was about this girl, if he knew Old Sun was staring at Miss Chen, he’d definitely gouge out his eyeballs to play with!
The Yu family wasn’t far from the airport, so Chen Jing only dozed off briefly before the car stopped.
“Miss Chen, we’ve arrived.”
Old Sun had already opened her car door and was waiting respectfully outside.
Chen Jing was still a bit drowsy.
She had just finished skiing when she received a call from Yu’s mother, her nerves were overstretched, and after drinking quite a bit, she was still feeling a bit dizzy.
