Chapter 552: Chapter 552: He Has Already Fallen, and He Can Never Get Out Again
If it weren’t for her, Gu Bingjun would not have gone to country S.
If it weren’t for her, Zhixi also would not have attended that day’s celebration.
The man she loved most, her only daughter, both died because of her.
At this thought, Chu Jinyu trembled like chaff.
Cheng Youlin’s expression showed shocked grief as he pulled her into his embrace, “Ayue, this is not your fault! Don’t think like that! If you must, I’d rather you continue to hate , to bla …”
Chu Jinyu’s tears stread down, regret, sorrow, guilt, and a hint of inexplicable emotion, all erupted at this mont.
Throughout their many years of marriage, she had always been indifferent to Cheng Youlin, even with a asure of wariness. This was the first ti she felt that his embrace could also be a place to rely on.
He knew everything, yet he said nothing. Even Gu Bingjun’s death, he silently bore, never once did he defend himself when misunderstood.
She had missed too much, lost too much… if she continued to imrse herself in her own world, she feared even this man would leave her.
“Youlin…” she suddenly spoke in a choked voice, “help … take revenge for Zhixi.”
Cheng Youlin was startled, a trace of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
He grasped her wrist, his voice sowhat trembling, “Yes… of course! She is also my daughter, she… cannot have died in vain!”
Although Cheng Youlin’s public statent was a terrorist attack, he knew in his heart it wasn’t that simple, the biggest possibility being that soone inside wanted him dead.
But compared to the internal power struggles, a terrorist attack was evidently more acceptable to the public and more easily mobilized their emotions. Hence, externally, he chose the narrative of a terrorist attack, though he was clear in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with terrorists.
Cheng Youlin could not pretend as if nothing had happened. Even if he desired peace and harmony, He Jingyao was unwilling to do so.
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Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
In the living room, the television was on. He Jingyao stood there quietly, listening to Cheng Youlin’s speech, listening to him announce Su Zixi’s death with a voice full of pain and sorrow.
Li Bo hesitated, “Young Master, should we turn it off…”
“No need.” He Jingyao spoke in an even tone, then suddenly turned and headed upstairs.
Li Bo watched his retreating figure, tears once again threatening to spill.
For a full month, the Young Master barely showed any emotion. Aside from endlessly searching for the Young Mistress’s whereabouts, he ignored everything else, involved himself with nothing else.
The master ca to persuade him, the lady made phone calls, both young masters of the Huo Family had talked to him, yet the Young Master had not given the slightest response.
Li Bo never would have thought that one day the Young Master could be so deeply affected. Sotis even he couldn’t help but hope—maybe the Young Mistress wasn’t dead? Maybe… she’s in so corner of this world, waiting to return to the Young Master’s side?
…
He Jingyao returned to his room.
There was no sound of running water from the bathroom, no figure of her applying skincare at the dressing table, nor was there her curved silhouette on the bed when she slept.
Yet, why did he seem to hear her cheeky laughter, the sound of running on the carpet, the patting sound of applying skincare products?
He Jingyao had never thought that one day he would be so deeply fallen for a woman.
But once he had fallen, he could never get out again.
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