Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 132 Attacking the Heart

Zhu Xia had seen Song Chengyu's eyes like this several times.

The first time was when she was fifteen and Song Chengyu was nineteen.

The school bell rang and students left the school one after another. He was having fun with his friends and said he would pick her up from school later. Zhu Xia agreed and stayed in the classroom to do homework while waiting. It happened that the class monitor was also stranded. When Zhu Xia received Song Chengyu's call, she packed up and left. The class monitor was on the way, so they walked to the school gate together. On the way, the class monitor asked her about her schoolwork, and Zhu Xia answered politely one by one.

A cool blue Pagani sports car was parked in front of the school gate. Song Chengyu was sitting in the driver's seat with his elbows on the window. He saw her talking and laughing with the class monitor, and his face was gloomy.

Zhu Xia got in the car and fastened her seat belt. On the way home, she noticed his face and thought he was unhappy because he was stuck in traffic and didn't perform well today, so she took out the chocolate candies that Aunt Zhao gave her in the morning from her bag, wondering if she could comfort him.

Song Chengyu asked her who that boy was. She remembered the classmates he had taken away before and just said he was a school classmate.

Song Chengyu's face became even gloomier.

Halfway through the journey, he forced her out of the car. It was very cold that day. The car had air conditioning, so Zhu Xia took off her thick clothes as soon as she got in. When she got out of the car, she was only wearing the skirt uniform of the aristocratic school.

Zhu Xia didn't understand what she did wrong. She and the class monitor were indeed just classmates. Song Chengyu had a strong control desire. She had never had any female friends since she was a child, but she didn't complain at all.

She knew that he was worried about her and cared about her.

This time, Zhu Xia also had no complaints.

The reason why the Song family adopted her was that Song Chengyu needed someone to protect him from disasters.

She existed for him.

She had no power to refuse.

Zhu Xia walked home step by step in the bitter cold wind of Beijing. It started to rain heavily on the way. Song Chengyu, who had been following her, drove slowly and said, "Get in the car and tell me who he is."

Zhu Xia didn't get on the bus. The rain soaked her clothes and they stuck to her body. She felt freezing cold. It was as cold as when she was seven years old and buried in the rubble. She trembled and walked home with difficulty... back to the Song family. Her eyes were wet, and she couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

The rain was getting heavier. Song Chengyu looked at the thin figure in the heavy rain, his brows knitted tightly. He got out of the car, carried the little girl directly into the car, asked her to take off her wet clothes in the back seat, put on his clothes, and asked the servants to cook soup to drive away the cold.

But Zhu Xia still caught a cold and had a fever because of being caught in the heavy rain.

During the three days of her illness, Song Chengyu had a quarrel with his mother Wen Qianhui in order to stay at home to take care of her, against her orders.

At that time, she didn't understand why someone could be so good to you, but at the same time "punish" you, "humiliate" you, make you feel uncomfortable, make you cry, teach you to see the reality, and tell you that I am the only one who is good to you because of certain things.

Like scolding a cat to make it obedient.

During the break, Zhu Xia heard the girls in the class talking about TV dramas and romance novels, saying that those were the bad qualities of men, possessiveness, anger and jealousy, the instinct of love, and the way of expressing love.

Zhu Xia thought firmly in her heart that if this was love, then she didn't want it.

I don’t know how to love, and I don’t need to be loved.

Later, she studied hard, won an offer from a foreign school, stepped out of this world and went further.

Saw a different scenery.

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The night was filled with fog, and Song Chengyu almost merged into the darkness. Although his face was sunken in the shadows, his jaw was tense and even the blood vessels under his neck were slightly bulging.

It was as if there was a big account to be settled with her.

Zhu Xia stood there without moving.

"Come here." Song Chengyu ordered in a clear and cold voice.

Zhu Xia's obsidian eyes rolled and he glanced at the car next to him. He thought for a few seconds before walking forward.

She stopped at a safe social distance and said calmly, "Third brother."

Song Chengyu held a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet flame burning faintly. He took a puff and looked at Xiao Qingmei while puffing out smoke. She had a calm expression and looked at him calmly with her clear and distinct eyes.

"You've called me Third Brother for so many years," Song Chengyu said with a slightly relieved expression, "Xia Xia, do you really think I'm your brother?"

Although his tone had returned to its usual warmth and indulgence, it was still noticeably cold.

"No." Zhu Xia said without any emotion, "We will get engaged by the end of the year."

"Pack your things now and come back with me." Song Chengyu stared at her, "I will forgive what happened during this period."

He knew. What about He Lianzhou?

Zhu Xia's heart suddenly tightened, but he didn't show it on his face.

"The work at the hospital is not over yet. There is still half a month left." She said calmly, "I can't leave."

Hearing this, Song Chengyu's eyes turned cold behind his torn hair, "Is it because of work, or because of another man?"

Zhu Xia was startled and was about to step back, but it was too late.

Song Chengyu suddenly grabbed her wrist and swung it hard. Due to the huge difference in strength between men and women, before Zhu Xia could resist, the bag in her hand fell to the ground. Her back hit the car door heavily, and she groaned in pain. Her brows were furrowed and her face turned pale.

"Am I not good enough to you?" Song Chengyu leaned on the car with one hand, cornering Zhu Xia, staring down at her, gritting his teeth and saying, "I let you go abroad, postponed the wedding again and again, and you ended up running here to get involved with another man."

He came close, his breath sprayed on her face, Zhu Xia frowned, she pushed him away, but Song Chengyu held her hands above her head and pressed them on the car. When his legs pressed on her, Zhu Xia panicked, but her face was pale and without any extra emotion.

"Third brother, are you planning to repeat your old tricks and force me to have sex with you? And then lock me up by your side for the rest of my life?"

Her voice was very calm, but it evoked Song Chengyu's memories and guilt.

There are quite a few residents in Yangriju. Around seven in the evening, passers-by couldn't help but look over here.

The lights from the passing vehicles helped Song Chengyu regain some of his sanity.

After escaping from the prison, Zhu Xia stood two steps away from Song Chengyu, looked at him with a gloomy face and said:

"I will go back in half a month. This is what I want to say first."

"Secondly, we negotiated for going abroad. I fought for it. It wasn't a gift from anyone." She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Have you looked for He Lianzhou?"

The scattered lights reflected into Song Chengyu's bloodshot eyes, which were so terrifying.

He sneered with an ambiguous tone, "He Lianzhou... do you know what kind of person he is?"

"The cunningness of the mansion is another matter." Song Chengyu leaned against the car and smoked. "Mr. He, who is a big shot in the Hong Kong area, has the blood of many people on his hands, do you know?"

He looked at her: "Xia Xia, don't let him attack your heart."

"will not."

Zhu Xia said: "I opened my heart and let him in."

There is no need to attack.

Song Chengyu looked at the strange little childhood sweetheart and said coldly: "Now, do you still want to marry me?"