??Chapter 66: Cry all the ti, cry all the ti
Chapter 66: Cry all the ti, cry all the ti
Mu Yanzhou turned around, his face covered with a layer of frost, his words like a stone thrown to the ground telling her, “No need to test again, I accept this result.”
Wen Zhi felt as if struck by a blow to the head.
In that mont, the way she looked at Mu Yanzhou was unprecedentedly unfamiliar.
Zhan Feng pulled her away; this ti, she did not struggle or resist, letting Zhan Feng drag her. As she walked further away, her eyes were bloodshot, mingled with disbelief and… despair.
“Daddy…”
The mont she was pulled across the threshold, she still held a glimr of hope.
What she awaited, however, were the words Mu Yanzhou left for Zhan Feng: “Before the funeral, don’t let her appear again.”
“No! No, it can’t be, no no no…” Wen Zhi shook her head, frantically breaking free from Zhan Feng’s grasp.
Zhan Feng tightly gripped Wen Zhi, preventing her from entering the Mourning Hall once more: “Miss, restrain your grief.”
“Let go of , I want to be with my mother, let go—”
“Miss, I apologize.”
As his words fell, Zhan Feng swiftly lifted Wen Zhi into his arms as she collapsed against him.
Before losing consciousness, Wen Zhi heard coughing sounds, each more severe than the last, as if struggling to breathe, bent at the waist, as if every internal organ had shattered.
…
On the day of Wen Yinxi’s funeral, Wen Zhi was locked away, and no matter how much she cried and shouted in her room, no one ca to open the door for her.
She began to self-harm, scratching the walls with her hands, banging her head against the wall, smashing herself with sharp objects, scratching herself… She did everything she could think of to hurt herself, once for each thod.
Zhan Feng arrived a mont too late; when he saw Wen Zhi barely breathing on the floor, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in fright.
The scenes in her dreams kept changing.
Wen Zhi was rescued, and when she woke up half a month later, she lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, the thin blanket on her not very conspicuous.
She visibly emaciated to a non-human form.
The nurse coaxed her to eat, and she asked to see Mu Yanzhou, but the nurse said, “The master has gone out.”
Wen Zhi refused to eat, insisting on seeing Mu Yanzhou before she would eat; the nurse asked her, “What do you want to say to the master? I’ll pass the ssage for you. You need to eat well. The doctor says your body will take a very long ti to recover.”
Wen Zhi’s distinctly clear brown eyes were exceptionally hollow as she told the nurse, “I want to see Mu Yanzhou, I want to die with him.”
The nurse trembled in fright, nearly spilling the bowl of porridge, then shook her head, saying, “The master won’t be coming back for so ti, he is preparing for a wedding.”
At that news, Wen Zhi pushed herself up on her frail body, her pale face underlaid by an even paler voice, “He is… marrying… whom?”
The nurse’s eyes clouded over: “Your younger aunt.”
Tears fell from Wen Zhi’s hollow eyes.
‘Drip,’ a tear landed on the back of the nurse’s hand, and she cried too.
While crying, the nurse tried to comfort her, but Wen Zhi forlornly fell back onto the bed. Her face was filled with despair, but she laughed, a very desolate laugh: “Hehehe… Hehe, hehe…”
The nurse was heartbroken beyond asure.
Afterward, Wen Zhi began refusing food and drink, which was not so much a protest as it was, according to the doctor, a phase of self-loathing with no will to live, worsening daily.
Until that day.
Mu Yanzhou finally ca to see her.
Wen Zhi no longer called him daddy, she just grabbed anything within reach and hurled it at him, her eyes filled with hatred.
Even the fox plushie that Mu Yanzhou had bought her when she was eight, her favorite, was ripped apart and thrown at him along with its arms and legs.
The ss spread all over the floor.
She too fell to the ground.
The nanny was terrified and hurried over to help her, but Wen Zhi stubbornly pushed the nanny away, lifted her head, and stared at Mu Yanzhou with bloodshot eyes, “What are you doing here?”
Mu Yanzhou crouched down, picked up the forcefully torn fox plushie. His finger joints were pale as he softly asked, “Does Zhizhi no longer like this fox?”
Wen Zhi laughed and cried as if she was driven mad and finally burst out, interrogating Mu Yanzhou, “My mom’s body isn’t even cold, and you can’t wait to welco soone new. Why did you betray her? Didn’t you love her so much?”
Mu Yanzhou remained silent.
Wen Zhi pointed at him, her voice hoarse with exhaustion, “Even if you are like those other n who change at the sight of soone new, can’t you at least pretend? My mom’s body isn’t cold yet, her body isn’t cold yet…”
She repeated that most crucial sentence several tis.
Hoping to awaken a bit of conscience in Mu Yanzhou.
Unfortunately, he had no conscience left.
Mu Yanzhou calmly taught her, “Zhizhi, one cannot live in the past forever, there is still a long life ahead, and you have to start a new life sooner or later.”
Wen Zhi choked and slowly lowered her head, “So the many years of affection mom had with you could also be just a fleeting illusion.”
A single ‘sooner or later’, as if it was nothing more than a light and indifferent ntion.
Wen Zhi was like a flower that had lost its vitality, suddenly withering.
Mu Yanzhou picked up Wen Zhi and put her back on the bed, tucking her in, “Go outside and slowly recuperate.”
Wen Zhi closed her eyes and refused to look at him again.
It turned out Mu Yanzhou was afraid she would disrupt the wedding, and wanted to send her far away, so she would no longer disturb his new life.
As for where she was being sent, Wen Zhi didn’t know, only that it was Mu Yanzhou’s new subordinate who had carried her to the car. She asked, “What about Zhan Feng?”
The subordinate shook his head, saying he didn’t know.
The nanny who accompanied her departure quietly told her, “Zhan Feng didn’t keep an eye on you that day and was punished. He’s been fired.”
Wen Zhi knew which day it was, the day her mother’s funeral procession took place, and she hard herself at ho. When Zhan Feng ca in and saw her almost lifeless, he was so frightened that he knelt down.
Yet Zhan Feng had been with Mu Yanzhou for many years, and it was hard for Wen Zhi to understand how just one lapse in attention could get him fired.
Since then, Zhan Feng had disappeared.
Apart from the nanny, no one ca to see off Wen Zhi, nor did she hope for anyone to co, nor did she hope anyone would keep her. The car drove further and further away, despair filling her face as she closed her eyes. That’s when she faintly heard a coughing sound, and in an instant, she opened her eyes and turned her head.
Outside the Wen Family Villa on the steps, Mu Yanzhou was standing there, coughing incessantly as if he couldn’t catch his breath, soone supporting him. But his coughing continued, bending him over.
In all of Wen Zhi’s mories from childhood, Mu Yanzhou had stood tall like a towering pine.
In that mont, the pine seed to have been forcefully broken.
The dream beca increasingly blurred.
Wen Zhi woke up.
Her pillow was soaked with tears.
Last night, ng Fan shared a bed with Wen Zhi. When she woke up, she did not leave, but lay beside her for a long ti. Seeing that Wen Zhi had finally awakened, ng Fan also sighed in relief, lying on top of Wen Zhi with a weak embrace, “You had a nightmare, didn’t you? You kept crying, soaking the pillow.”
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