Zhong Lingyu's heart is like a mirror, but Shen Huaizhou doesn't want to marry her.
He was just possessive and couldn't tolerate her not paying attention to him.
But Zhong Lingyu really didn't care.
He just saw her as an object of entertainment.
Just like her father at the beginning, he regarded her mother as a stepping stone in business: he would love her when she was useful, and discard her like a pair of worn-out shoes when she was useless, without any regard for the friendship she had in the past.
Having learned from this experience, Zhong Lingyu guarded his heart firmly.
She doesn't love Shen Huaizhou, and she doesn't dare to love him.
So when he asked if her heart was with him.
Zhong Lingyu's answer was clear, "Not here."
Her answer was as expected.
But Shen Huaizhou couldn't help but feel harsh when he heard it, and he asked: "Why?"
"No reason." Zhong Lingyu was perfunctory.
In fact, if she was asked to list reasons, she could tell a lot.
Not to mention his cruelty and coldness.
He just said that he pressed her on the bed and played all kinds of tricks, which made her extremely resistant.
He never knew how to respect her, how could she give her heart to him.
Shen Huaizhou's heart was empty and his mood was extremely bad.
His voice was light and airy, "Do you still want to escape?"
This is Shen Huaizhou's minefield. He does not allow his belongings to escape his control.
Zhong Lingyu buried his head on the side of her neck, and she always had the illusion that his throat would be bitten off.
Her face turned pale and her lips trembled in silence.
"Speak, Lingyu." Shen Huaizhou said slowly, kissing the corner of her lips, urging her in between words.
He could not tolerate her prevaricating with silence.
In the direction he couldn't see, a guilty conscience flashed in Zhong Lingyu's eyes.
Without thinking, she lied and denied, "I didn't want to escape."
Shen Huaizhou smiled coldly, "You don't care about me anymore. Do you really not think about me anymore? Lingyu, are you lying to me?"
He wrapped his arms around her ears and kissed her softly, "Do you know what will happen if you lie to me?"
Zhong Lingyu's body trembled.
He was silent.
After a long while, he turned her face again and said, "Am I not good enough to you?"
Shen Huaizhou murmured, not sure whether he was talking to himself or asking her.
He was very depressed.
Zhong Lingyu was held in his arms, frightened.
Shen Huaizhou's hot and humid breath gradually hit his ears, "House, jewelry, even clothes and makeup, how have I not satisfied you?"
Zhong Lingyu retorted bravely, "I don't want those things."
"Well, because you don't care about me, you don't care about what I give you." Shen Huaizhou stated calmly.
He suddenly raised his hand and pulled off the necklace from her neck.
The pendant of the necklace contains Yun Suqing's ashes.
Zhong Lingyu widened his eyes and wanted to take it back.
But she didn't even touch his hand, and the necklace was suddenly thrown out of the window by him.
The necklace is made of glass.
If you throw it from the third floor, it will definitely break into pieces.
The ashes inside must be scattered when blown by the wind.
Zhong Lingyu watched helplessly as the necklace drew a slender arc in the air, disappeared from her sight, and fell to the bottom of the building.
Her face changed drastically, she struggled to get up, ran to the window, and lowered her head to look down.
But nothing can be seen.
A sour feeling rose up in her throat, and she turned her head, staring at him with red eyes.
Shen Huaizhou looked gloomy, "It's better to throw away the things I gave you, so that you won't be upset by looking at them."
Zhong Lingyu bit her lower lip, holding back the mist in her eyes.
In the necklace, there are mother's ashes.
She felt uncomfortable when she lost her thoughts.
But no matter how uncomfortable it was, she was unwilling to show her vulnerability in front of Shen Huaizhou.
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed: "Shen Huaizhou, you are right, I don't care about you, I will never care about you, you are just a bastard who forces me, I wish you could disappear from my eyes!"
Shen Huaizhou slammed the thermos bucket that Zhong Lingyu had brought to the ground and shouted, "Get out!"
Zhong Lingyu held back tears and pushed the door open to leave. The door was slammed loudly.
Adjutant Li walked in and looked at the mess on the ground.
Shrinking his neck, he said cautiously: "Young Marshal, just now I saw Miss Zhong running out crying, what are you..."
"Don't worry!"
Shen Huaizhou looked gloomy.
He closed his palms.
The glass pendant in the palm of my hand felt cold.
The chill spread from the blood vessels to the heart.
That necklace, all he threw was the chain.
The glass pendant containing the ashes was still held in his hand.
But when he thought of what Zhong Lingyu said before leaving, Shen Huaizhou wanted to smash the glass pendant completely.
He tightened his hand inch by inch, and there were slight cracks in the glass beads.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Huaizhou looked at the thermos bucket brought by Zhong Lingyu.
He swung the thermos bucket to the ground, and the vegetable soup inside stained the ground with a layer of oil.
The ward is filled with the aroma of soup.
Shen Huaizhou fell into deep thought.
In the end, he did not smash the bead, but asked Adjutant Li to take it to a craftsman to repair it.
Adjutant Li breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew how much effort the young marshal spent on this bead.
If it were smashed, let alone what a pity it would be, even Miss Zhong wouldn't be able to explain it.
He bent down, cleaned up the floor, and said casually: "Don't be upset, young commander. When two people are together, they will inevitably quarrel. My wife and I often quarrel over trivial things, but it does not prevent us from having a good relationship."
Shen Huaizhou closed his eyes, "She is different."
She really didn't care about him.
Adjutant Li advised: "Ms. Zhong is still young, so she doesn't know much about love. What's more, girls are always more coquettish. When angry, they tend to say things indiscriminately. Young Marshal, don't take it to heart."
Shen Huaizhou had no choice but to be dissatisfied.
As soon as his father came, he was full of disdain for Zhong Lingyu.
Zhong Lingyu was hiding in the bathroom and listening.
He was afraid that she would be unhappy and wanted to comfort her.
But she didn't care.
Shen Huaizhou felt heavy in his heart.
He pretended to test, but Zhong Lingyu's answer made his heart freeze.
She pushed him to other women.
I don't care about him at all.
She also said that she wished he would disappear from her eyes.
Shen Huaizhou was in a terrible mood.
In the past, as long as she was still his, he felt at ease.
Now, he wants her heart.
This change made Shen Huaizhou confused.
He thought that maybe it was the bad nature of men that was at work.
If you don't possess a woman's whole body and mind, you will always feel unwilling to do so.
Or perhaps, the things they experienced together made him slightly attracted to her.
The boundaries between the two are blurry.
Shen Huaizhou couldn't tell the difference himself, he felt it wasn't love.
After all, he had never thought about his future with Zhong Lingyu.
But he knew that his love for Zhong Lingyu came from the bottom of his heart.
Although, this is not what the little girl wants.
But if he was asked to let go, he seemed unable to do so.
That’s it!
So what if she doesn't care about him?
Even if she always has little thoughts of rebellion, she is still his.
Shen Huaizhou felt that he had figured it out, but he was still depressed in his heart.
He planned to ignore Zhong Lingyu for a while.
It would be great if she could take the initiative to come to him.
If she doesn't come, Shen Huaizhou will always have to settle today's debt with her.
Smelly girl, if she has no other ability, she will make him angry.
