One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty Five Nowhere to Go (I)

Outside, it was dark.

In the room, Song Zhixing didn't turn on the light, but just sat stiffly on the bed, motionless, as if her soul had been taken away.

Tang Yu walked in, and saw her in the light outside. His heart was surging, and his throat was dry.

He raised his hand and turned on the light switch. The strong light made her extremely uncomfortable. Her red and swollen eyes squinted in pain, and her little face tilted slightly to one side. Because she had cried, her eyes were now as red and swollen as two walnuts.

Tang Yu glanced at her, put the meal aside, and said, "Go wash your face and eat."

Song Zhixing's pale lips moved, "... I can't eat."

The four words, the voice was as weak as a mosquito, as if it floated from a distant abyss, and like a wisp of light smoke, as if it would disappear with a breeze.

Completely, disappeared in his world...

Tang Yu held the hand hanging by his side, forbearingly clenched it, and patiently said: "Eat even if you can't eat."

Song Zhixing bit her lip, pretending that she didn't hear it, lowered her head sullenly, and didn't reply to him.

How could Tang Yu let her ignore him, and he hated the feeling of being out of control at this moment. He pressed the remote control, set up the small table on the bed, and put the food in order. The next moment, he forcibly held her little face, lifted her up, scooped rice with a spoon and fed it to her lips. Song Zhixing was about to push him away, but the next moment, Tang Yu held her wrist with one hand. Both hands were easily twisted behind her back by him. His broad chest came straight at her, pressing her, and his dark and complex eyes stared at her tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Song Zhixing, I've said before, you can do whatever you want to me, but you can't do anything to yourself. If you want to go on a hunger strike, you have to ask me for my consent!" Tang Yu bit every word hard, and his breath sprayed on her face.

Song Zhixing looked at the man in front of her, her heart twisted into a ball, "Do you know how cruel you are?"

"Things have come to this point...but you still ask me to eat and sleep like a normal person, and even...stay with you normally?" Song Zhixing's hand broke free from his wrist. She grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against her chest, her voice hoarse as if it was broken, "Second Uncle, my heart is alive, with flesh and blood. I know how to be grateful and be moved by you. But... I will also feel pain and hate."

"Let me toss you, but do you think... can I really do anything to you?" She sniffed,

As if helpless, the hand holding his wrist was trembling, "Second Uncle, what can I do to you? I can't do anything to you..."

She shook her head randomly, asking herself and answering: "You are my sky, my earth, and my everything. What can I do to you?"

Tang Yu's hand pressed hard on her chest, and all the pain in her heart seemed to be transmitted to his heart through his palm, shaking his heart and feeling unbearable pain. He put down the spoon, hugged her tightly to his chest, and rested his chin heavily on the top of her head.

"Xingxing, I won't force you to accept all this immediately. But... promise me, don't leave me." The second master of the Tang family, who has always been high and mighty, said something with a hint of pleading at this moment. He held her hand, put it to his lips, and kissed her lovingly and sadly, "Give us another chance, give our marriage another chance. Okay?"

Every word he said was like a bewitching words to Song Zhixing. If Su Fengjin hadn't done something so unforgivable, maybe... she would really nod her head.

Song Zhixing leaned on his chest, listening to the heartbeats. After a while, she closed her eyes and spoke as if she had made up her mind: "Second Uncle, I want to go back to my grandpa..."

Tang Yu was shocked. The hand pressing on her lower back tightened. In the end, he just suppressed and said: "This is your home. You can't go anywhere else except here."

He brought her back!

He let her back to him!

How could he let go?

She grabbed his shirt with her fingers, looked up at him with tears in her eyes, her voice broken, with pleading, "Let me go. Tang Yu, let me leave here... I want to find my grandpa..."

Tang Yu held her hand and tightened it. It was so tight that the blue veins were faintly protruding.

He ran his five fingers through her hair and held her broken face with his big hand, "Give me a reason to find him."

"When people are hurt, they need to find a safe place to lick their wounds. Now I have nowhere to go except grandpa's... right?"

Nowhere to go.

Four words stung Tang Yu fiercely.

But, if there is really nowhere to go, Li Qiming's place is definitely not a good place to go!

"Let's not talk about this." Tang Yu's hand slid down from her face, "Let's eat first."

"Tang Yu..."

Tang Yu seemed to have not heard it, and didn't even look at her, "After dinner, I will accompany you to walk outside and relax..."

"Tang Yu, let me go..." Song Zhixing's pleading voice rose, and in order to let this man really hear the voice in her heart, she stood up from the bed, stood barefoot on the carpet, and stared at him stubbornly, "You can't put me under house arrest, tomorrow... I will leave, I will leave here, leave the Tang family..."

Tang Yu's eyebrows jumped.

With a loud 'bang', the bowl in his hand was put back on the table with great force. He threw the bowl so hard that the table shook and the bowl was almost broken.

Song Zhixing met his gloomy gaze, her heart trembled, and her hands hanging at her side subconsciously clenched. She was not afraid of Tang Yu like this.

The next moment, she heard Tang Yu's cold voice in her ears, "Song Zhixing, stop being wishful like a fool!"

Song Zhixing looked at him in confusion, as if she didn't understand. What is wishful?

Tang Yu stood up from the bed and looked down at her from top to bottom, "You treat them as relatives, but does Li Qiming really treat you as a relative?"

Her pale lips trembled, "...What do you want to say?"

He looked at her, and his eyes seemed to stare through her whole body. For Song Zhixing at this moment, every word he said next was absolutely cruel.

"Li Qiming knows everything that happened back then better than anyone else. You hate me and everyone in the Tang family for being an accomplice in hiding this. But what about your grandfather and your aunt? How can they get out of this?"

Song Zhixing fluttered her eyelashes and her lips trembled. She wanted to say something to reply to his words and defend her grandfather and aunt, but she found that her throat was blocked and she couldn't say a word.

【There will be updates later, and I'm still writing. 】