“I thought it was only his wishful thinking; I never imagined you actually loved each other,” Grace said painfully.
“No, Grace, you are overthinking,” Ou Xueman felt a mix of laughter and tears. “What made you think this?”
Grace gazed distantly at Tong Yifeng. “His eyes when he looks at you. Although he has been suffering, I can feel his pain.” She then covered her face and wept softly.
“Eyes?” Ou Xueman recalled Tong Yifeng’s gaze, which was gentle and full of love.
She sighed lightly. “Grace, if you knew what we have experienced, you would understand that this will never go beyond family.”
“No, Selina, I understand him better than anyone.” Grace grabbed her shoulders. “The way he looks at you is not how a brother looks at a sister; it is something else entirely.”
“No, Grace, you…” Ou Xueman was about to explain further when Tong Yifeng interrupted her.
With a slightly embarrassed tone, he said, “Miss Grace, what are you talking about?”
Today in central London, a bombing occurred, resulting in two casualties. Police have investigated the explosion and identified the vehicle as belonging to the U.S. Di Consortium’s chief executive, Mr. Di Xi Huang. The casualties were the executive and his driver. The Di Consortium has not responded to the incident, and London police have stated that a terrorist attack cannot be ruled out.
The text appears to be a chapter from “Not Wanting to Say I Love You” , specifically chapters 66 and the beginning of chapter 67. It focuses on characters named Tong Yifeng, Ou Xueman, Grace, and references an incident involving Di Xi Huang in London, describing a hospital scene, emotional interactions, and a sudden news report about a bombing.
On the night they met, there was his madness, their wedding under the gaze of millions, and his past cruelty and laughter, now juxtaposed with love and gentleness that both confused and repelled her.
These fragments remained vivid in her memory, deeply embedded, warming her and preventing loneliness from invading her again.
The phone’s ringtone pierced through her thoughts. Seeing the familiar number, she hastily answered, “Brother, what is going on?” Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
“Are you okay? I heard you were there today,” Owen replied, avoiding her question.
Ou Xueman knew he was withholding information. “Stop hiding things from me, brother. What happened? How is he?”
“Do you care about him?” Owen asked with surprise.
Tearing at her hair, the physical pain could not compare to her heartache. “I don’t know… I don’t know, I really don’t know.”
Actually, she knew. She loved him and always had. Even after being wounded, she could not find hatred for him in her heart.
“His actions against the Yamaguchi group were too harsh and hasty, causing internal division.”
This incident was likely planned by radical elements within the group. I’m not clear about his current condition, only that Dr. Sader is treating him.”
“How could this happen? Didn’t you say he had control of the Yamaguchi group?” Ou Xueman’s urgency stemmed from concern for her safety.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him. It’s so unlike his style,” Owen said, confusion evident in his voice. After a moment of silence, he added, “Xueman, go see him. Consider it helping your brother, watching over him. With him around, I’m completely helpless regarding Di Ying.”
“You made a move?”
Owen sighed, “Yes, but he blocked everything…”
“Brother, where is he?” Ou Xueman urgently wanted to see him, even if it were just a lifeless body.
“Xuanxuan.” A startled cry. He suddenly woke up, instinctively searching for her.
She did not respond, quietly looking at him and perceiving his love.
Seeing her silent for a long time, Di Xihuang calmed slightly, “You must be wondering why I’m fine.”
She remained silent.
He let out a sigh, “The news of my serious injury was an intentional false impression. It seems someone in my company is plotting something, and I want to use this opportunity to expose that person.”
Ou Xueman was shocked and sat up. Could he already be suspecting her brother?
If so, her brother might fall into the trap he had set.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because… I don’t want to deceive you anymore.” Though spoken softly, his words were undeniable.
Her eyes moistened, blurring her vision, and her sob was particularly clear in the quiet night.
It tore at his heart, and in his panic, he gently kissed away her tears. “Don’t cry, Xuanxuan, don’t cry, my darling.”
His kisses traced her tear tracks, moving to her red lips, and when they brushed together, intense sparks erupted between them.
They embraced tightly, using kisses and body warmth to convey their love.
At this moment, there was no hurt, no past, no reservations—everything felt natural.
“Xuanxuan, is this okay?” Though he desired to be one with her, he was afraid she would fear ethical criticism. He was willing to be condemned for her, but what about her?
She answered him silently with her lips.
As their passionate love blazed, they moved together toward the end of their passion…
[Not Wanting to Say I Love You: Chapter 68 Final Ending (Part 2)]
In one month, they quietly lived in this small manor, ignoring everything external.
Being an ordinary couple, they depended on each other from sunrise to sunset, their life plain yet satisfying.
His most frequent activity was holding her, watching the sunrise and sunset, and whispering “I love you” thousands of times daily. She knew he was awaiting her to say she loved him too. She wasn’t unwilling but held a secret she wasn’t ready to reveal, perhaps only voicing “I love you too” once she did.
Peaceful days always pass quickly. Even as they abandoned the world, it continued turning, and the wheel of fate kept spinning. Gathering and separating were inevitable.
Her fainting that day marked the start of another emotional separation. When she awoke, she sensed his unease, mixed with a hint of excitement.
“What happened to me?” she asked softly, nestled in his arms.
“Nothing, just a bit tired,” he gently stroked her hair.
Though he concealed things well, she sensed evasiveness. She was certain he was hiding something. This realization involuntarily built defenses within her, fearing this might be another deception.
From this moment, suspicion strained their relationship. Softly kissing her, he whispered, “Rest a bit more, the doctor said you need more rest.” Though she didn’t understand his intent, she nodded and closed her eyes.
Feeling him gently leave her side, she opened her eyes again. How could she sleep with such overwhelming doubts?
Barefoot, she walked silently on the cool floor. Opening the door, she heard him on the phone downstairs, his voice revealing joy.
“Thank you, I understand. If there’s anything else unclear, I’ll call you again,” Di Xihuang seemed eager to hang up and rushed into the kitchen.
What was he doing? Sounds of pots and pans colliding increased her confusion.
Secretly walking downstairs, she peeked into the kitchen, seeing smoke rising and him fumbling about. It was clear he was not skilled in cooking, occasionally dropping bowls, knocking over pots, burning his hand, and cutting his finger. Yet he remained blissfully happy amid the chaos.
Returning to the bedroom, she felt more puzzled but also a hint of sweetness in her heart.
When he reappeared in the bedroom, the steaming clay pot contained white porridge. Though touching, the numerous wounds on his slender fingers pained her more.
“The doctor said no more junk food. Eating natural, nutritious food is better for your health,” he said.
She nodded, carefully tasting his creation.
“How is it?” he asked nervously.
Though slightly bland and burnt, it was sweet because of his care.
