Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Lin Qinghuan said that she would rather die than stay with him.

The blood in my body seemed to be flowing backwards, rushing straight to my brain. The area where my heart was was feeling extremely depressed, and my brain was also in a state of fear.

He Yanlang lost consciousness, gasping for breath, his limbs were stiff, and he knelt down to look carefully, and was also trembling slightly. He begged, "Don't do this, Huanhuan."

Lin Qinghuan coldly stated her only request, "Let me go, and from now on we will not interfere with each other."

silence.

He Yanlang wanted to say a lot, but he just couldn't open his mouth.

Letting her go would be more painful than killing him.

"What's the difference between letting you go and killing me?"

Even when he was at the center of the storm, with countless people watching him from behind, he still missed this tenderness and wanted to keep her by his side at all costs.

He would really die, and the pain of being without Lin Qinghuan was depressing and scary just thinking about it.

As soon as He Yanlang said this, the man on the other side became excited. The porcelain shard pierced deeply into the flesh again, bringing out new blood, and he yelled, "I said let me go!"

"Huanhuan, please don't... don't..." He Yanlang knelt and moved forward, Lin Qinghuan knelt and moved backward, and after taking a few steps he dared not move forward.

He was afraid that Lin Qinghuan would get excited and accidentally injure an artery.

In this situation, he didn't have much time to digest his sadness. While comforting Lin Qinghuan, his fingers quickly slid across the keyboard, sending a message to Lin Shen asking him to call a doctor.

"What's the difference between staying by your side and killing me?" Lin Qinghuan fought back using his words.

This is a dead end.

No, it's not a dead end.

It depends on who will compromise.

Compromise? How can someone who threatens death compromise?

"Is there no other way?" He Yanlang lowered his head and stared at the broken glass on the ground. Has he really reached the point where he feels annoyed just by the other person looking at him?

What else can I do when I am threatened with death?

Time passed by minute by minute. Seeing He Yanlang still practicing Tai Chi here, Lin Qinghuan became more and more impatient. His emotions broke down again. He threw the porcelain piece at He Yanlang and said, "Let me go!"

The porcelain fragment scratched across the handsome face, leaving a wound the length of a fingernail, with tiny beads of blood flowing down.

Veins bulged on He Yanlang's forehead. He clenched his fists tightly and remained silent. Then he loosened his fists. He seemed to have lost all his energy. Finally, he slumped to the ground and uttered the word, "Okay."

Without any hesitation, Lin Qinghuan stood up, straightened his torn clothes and messy hair, and took out a piece of paper from the table to wipe the blood from his wrist.

She threw the waste paper into the trash can, then walked towards the door without looking back, opened the door, and walked straight towards the exit.

The bodyguard at the door was stunned, not knowing whether to stop him or not. He looked at Lin Shen. Lin Shen shook his head and stared at Lin Qinghuan's injured wrist.

Lin Qinghuan walked up to him, forced a smile, and said in a weak but firm voice, "Brother Shen, we'll never meet again."

It will be indefinite later.

Lin Shen's heart was touched, and his eyes instantly fell on the entrance of the VIP room, and then moved back and asked Lin Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, you and the young master?"

"it is finally over."

This smile was truly a smile of relief, and it came from the heart.

"Your hand? The doctor is on the way."

"No, it's not deep." She didn't want to stay in this place where she felt suffocated and couldn't breathe for even a moment.

Lin Shen watched Lin Qinghuan walk towards the exit until she disappeared around the corner, then he retracted his gaze and walked towards the VIP room.

The door of the VIP room was closed and Lin Shen walked towards He Yanlang.

He Yanlang was slumped on the ground. He just lowered his head to light a cigarette. He raised his head and took a puff of the cigarette. There were bruises on his face.

The fine blue and white porcelain on the ground was broken into pieces, and a trace of blood could be seen on the ground. Beside He Yanlang, several pieces of blue and white porcelain were stained with blood.

"Master?"

He Yanlang ignored Lin Shen, his eyes revealing fatigue.

Lin Shen had never seen such a decadent young master. He looked as if all his energy had been sucked out of him and he was completely listless.

He took a puff, put it down, held the cigarette in his right hand, flicked the ash, and asked coldly, "She's gone."

Lin Shen nodded.

Ah.

“There is no trace of nostalgia.”

Lin Shen was silent. This really wasn’t the case.

"Master."

Yes, Lin Qinghuan hated him so much, how could she possibly miss him?

He Yanlang stood up and sat on the leather sofa beside him, then said, "Go out. I want to be alone."

Then he thought about it and felt something was wrong. "Come back."

...

After leaving the airport, Lin Qinghuan sat alone in the square in a daze.

Everything is still in shock.

like a dream.

Only the four or five wounds on his wrists told him that everything he had just experienced was real. There were even some tiny fragments scattered on the wounds.

very painful.

She didn't know where she got the courage from to hold the porcelain fragments against her wrist. Perhaps the despair of being caught by He Yanlang forced her to threaten death.

Finally free.

She raised her head and looked at the blue sky, tears dripping unconsciously from the corners of her eyes. The air was fresh and the breeze was very comfortable.

Wen Yijing called.

"Qing Huan? You finally answered the phone."

Lin Qinghuan calmed down and said, "I just arrived at the airport."

Jian Yan and Wen Yijing on the side were arguing, "Give me the phone, give me the phone."

"Lin Qinghuan, are you really dropping out of school? You didn't even say hello. Are you mentally ill? The final exams are coming up soon. How wronged are you that you would rather drop out of school for a year than endure these last ten or twenty days?"

Everyone advised Lin Qinghuan that it was not worth it and that she should swallow the grievances no matter how big they were and spend the last twenty days. The only person who could scold her so unreservedly was Jian Yan.

Lin Qinghuan stared at the wound on Yiyan's wrist, tears welling up again, "I'm sorry, Yanyan, I left without telling you."

"Why are you crying? How wronged are you? What's going on between you and the school hunk? Can you explain it clearly?"

Yan Xia slapped Jian Yan on the head and lectured him like an old lady, "Shut your mouth."

Then she snatched the phone and said softly, "Huanhuan, please be careful when you get home from the airport. Relax at home first. We think you don't need to take a leave of absence. We can help you get the exam. You can just come and take the exam directly."

The other two people on the opposite side also casually echoed, "Yes, yes."

"My dears, I really won't go back to Beijing." For a short period of time, she couldn't face such a huge cage as Beijing. Just by getting close to it, she felt very depressed.

She hated Jingshi and everything that had happened in Jingshi. She wanted to cut it off and start her life anew, burying all the feelings deep in her heart.

"Huanhuan..." The person on the other side still felt regretful.

But there is no true empathy in the world, and no one can experience her feelings firsthand.

"It's okay, you really don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine."

Lin Qinghuan thought about it, sighed, and continued, "It's all over."

It was like a heavy burden had been lifted, and I felt extremely relaxed, as if I was reborn.

"Then we'll go to Fengcheng to find you after the exam."

"Okay, I'll do my best to be a good host."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qinghuan raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Lin Shen came over with a man in a white coat. Seeing the horror in Lin Qinghuan's eyes, he hurried forward to explain, "Qinghuan, I brought a doctor to treat your wound. It was not the young master's intention."

What this means is that Lin Shen made the decision on his own.

Lin Qinghuan's expression finally eased, and he was no longer so resistant. He said politely, "Thank you, Brother Shen."

"Xiao Huanhuan, you and the young master..."

The disinfectant felt a little stinging when applied to the skin. Lin Qinghuan hissed in pain, frowned slightly, looked displeased, and didn't want to talk.

"Xiao Huanhuan, actually the young master..."

"Brother Shen, if you continue like this I'm leaving." Lin Qinghuan stood up and pulled his hand away from the doctor.

"Don't... Qinghuan, don't get excited..."

In fact, Lin Shen was still on the phone with He Yanlang, who was not far away and was using the phone to eavesdrop on their conversation.

How could He Yanlang give up so easily and let someone leave if she were to leave?

Seeing that Lin Qinghuan had calmed down, Lin Shen quickly cast a spell, "Young Master loves you very much."

Afraid that Lin Qinghuan would interrupt his spellcasting once again and not wanting to hear his impatience, Lin Shen repeated it again.

"Xiao Huanhuan, the young master really loves you."

If you repeat the same topic three times, no matter how much the other person hates this topic, they will definitely be interested and start talking about it actively.

He Yanlang said.

As if he had expected Lin Qinghuan to refuse any topic related to him, he asked Lin Shen to repeat it three times.

Bringing up the topic of being hated and rejected is tantamount to opening up the scars of the person involved, making him/her face once again everything and reality that he/she has experienced before.

But no matter what He Yanlang said, he absolutely could not lose Lin Qinghuan.

Sure enough, Lin Qinghuan began to talk about this topic actively and was led by the nose.

"Love?" Lin Qinghuan sneered as if she had heard a huge joke, "Does he know what love is?"

Lin Qinghuan really didn't want to open those scars again, but memories came flooding back like a tide. The most powerful witness to her and He Yanlang's affair was Lin Shen. She needed to release her words, and she also longed to be listened to.

"Being threatened and forced is love? Being high and mighty, being disrespected and trampled upon, is love? When you need it, you coax it with kind words, and when you don't need it, you throw it away, is this love?"

"I am not even a bed partner for him. He uses me as a tool to satisfy his sexual desires."

It hurts so much, so much. When Lin Qinghuan thought about the time when she was used as a tool for sexual gratification and was wildly pursued, she couldn't stop trembling.

"I am a human being. I am a living person with flesh and blood. I have emotions. I feel pain, I cry, I feel depressed, I feel uncomfortable..."

Lin Shen was at a loss, and Lin Qinghuan's crying was heartbreaking.

He wanted to reach out to comfort her, to wipe her tears, and to hug her.

However, he can't.

Lin Qinghuan is the young master's woman.

Lin Shen handed over the tissue, sighed, and remained silent.

"Brother Shen, I know he asked you to come, but please tell him that no matter what the purpose or reason is, don't bother me anymore. Everything in the past should be considered the past."

The doctor had finished treating the wound. Lin Qinghuan said "thank you" and left without looking back.

He Yanlang walked out from not far away, still holding a cigarette between his fingertips.

He Yanlang didn't have a strong smoking addiction before, but when he appeared next to Lin Qinghuan, his addiction became stronger and stronger.

Today, whenever I see him, he always has a cigarette between his fingers.

"Master, you heard everything, right?"

It seemed unbelievable. He Yanlang put the cigarette to his lips, his hands trembling slightly, and asked in disbelief, "Am I as bad as she said?"

More than that.

Sometimes they are even worse than animals.

"Forced, threatened her... disrespected, trampled on her... used her as a tool to vent..."

He Yanlang was muttering to himself. The cigarette had burned his fingertips but he didn't even notice.

He doesn't understand.

It was clearly because he liked her too much and was expressing his feelings for pleasure, but how could it be considered coercion and threat; it was clearly because he was jealous and just wanted to be coaxed by her like a child, but how could it be considered disrespect and trampling; he only wanted her, only loved her, and only wanted to do it with her, but how could it be considered using her as a tool to vent his anger.

Didn't she feel happy in every pleasure she experienced?

Is it all wishful thinking and self-satisfaction?

Doesn't she really understand how much she likes him?

"Master, don't blame me for talking back at you. What girls need is something special, a firm choice, and a love that is free and respected. In this relationship with Miss Qing Huan, you are more like a superior. You treat Miss Qing Huan not as a lover, but as a business person. You are used to looking down on everything and being high above..."

"Shut up……"

Lin Shen curled his lips. This stubborn guy deserved to be buried in the crematorium for chasing his wife.

He Yanlang's eyes suddenly came over again, and he asked with a cold and handsome face, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"You didn't listen even though I told you?" Lin Shen remembered that he had reminded him many times, but he didn't listen.

The young master, who is very successful in business, thinks he knows everything about feelings and is confident about them. But it turns out that he is a rookie and an emotional weakling.

That handsome face turned even darker.

"So what should I do next, Master?"

"Go find me some relationship counselors."

He is indeed a young master who loves learning. He even wants to learn such things. I really admire him.

"Okay, Master, I believe you will succeed in pursuing your wife."

He Yanlang stared at Lin Shen. What was the phrase "chasing a wife in the later period"? Where did he learn that phrase? Then his eyes fell on the place where Lin Qinghuan left again. "Buy a house near her home, upstairs or downstairs."

It is fun for a rich man to chase a wife, and he can buy any house he wants. Wherever his wife is, there must be a house.

But Lin Shen was still worried, "Master, your sudden frequent appearances in Fengcheng may arouse suspicion among many people, which may pose a threat to Miss Qinghuan."

This is indeed a problem.

But it won't be a problem anytime soon.

No one can threaten him anymore, he wants to bring Lin Qinghuan out openly.