Shen Yanchen, upon mentioning Gu Qimiao, got furious and yanked Liang Zixuan’s hair, forcibly pulling her hands off the closet.
Liang Zixuan didn’t expect him to be so enduring and ruthless, feeling like her scalp was going to be ripped off.
Unable to withstand the pain, she had no choice but to follow his direction to slightly lessen the agony.
Shen Yanchen threw her out of the door and then closed it.
Coincidentally, He Ye arrived, saw the disheveled woman by the door, and, not understanding the situation, urgently knocked on the door, "Brother Yan Chen, it’s me!"
Liang Zixuan’s plan was ruined, and without getting Shen Yanchen, she couldn’t let the Shen family know about this, so she hurriedly got up and ran away.
He Ye, having no time to worry about this right now, opened the door and instantly understood upon seeing Shen Yanchen’s state.
He asked in a hoarse voice, using the last bit of his rationality, "Where’s the medicine?"
"I asked the brothers to bring it. If I go, it would take time back and forth. It will probably be here soon. Can you endure it? If not, isn’t Little Miaomiao here with you?"
Shen Yanchen didn’t reply, frowning and turning around, pulling off his coat and tie, breathing heavily, then, as if to stay conscious, punched the wall fiercely.
He Ye was also troubled; if it were him, he would have just found a random woman to release his aggression. But his Brother Yan Chen was different. Sometimes he wondered if he was even a real man!
He could stay celibate for thirty years, and even now, he was thinking of how to endure it. Anyway, He Ye found it unbelievable.
"Brother Yan Chen..." a soft voice suddenly came from the door.
He Ye and Shen Yanchen turned their heads at the same time.
"Little Miaomiao, you..."
Before He Ye could finish his sentence, Shen Yanchen roared in a deep voice.
Gu Qimiao’s steps, just taken into the house, immediately halted. Without the lights on, she couldn’t see Shen Yanchen’s situation. She carefully and worryingly asked, "...what’s wrong?"
He Ye sighed, looked at Shen Yanchen, then at Gu Qimiao. Since Brother Yan Chen didn’t want to harm Little Miaomiao, he decided to take her away. Otherwise, Brother Yan Chen would surely lose control.
"Nothing, let’s go out."
Gu Qimiao was pushed out by He Ye, and then he closed the door.
Gu Qimiao stood by the door, her face full of worry, "What’s wrong with him?"
He Ye smiled, "Nothing, he’ll be fine after a while."
Gu Qimiao didn’t believe it. They had just been dancing together, and she had never seen him so angry. In her impression, his temper was not bad. Even if he was really angry, he would just ignore you, not shout at you like he did just now.
"Bang—" The sound of things breaking came from inside the house, like glass shattering. Gu Qimiao immediately became anxious again, "What is he doing?"
He Ye also looked clueless, and Gu Qimiao heard the sounds inside. Worried something might have happened to him, she turned the door handle and walked in.
He Ye wanted to stop her, but thinking about Brother Yan Chen’s condition, he probably felt very uncomfortable. Anyway, he liked Little Miaomiao, so he didn’t intervene. If things resolved, it might turn into a good thing.
So, he just stood by the door, listening to the noises inside...
"Brother Yan Chen?" Gu Qimiao didn’t know what she kicked, making a sound across the floor, like smashed glass shards.
Feeling around the wall, she found the switch and turned on the light, immediately being scared by the scene in front of her.
There were messy bloodstains on the floor. He was holding a piece of broken glass in his right hand, with blood all over his palm, dripping to the ground. There was a long cut on his left arm, with flesh turned out, bleeding profusely.
Gu Qimiao didn’t know what kind of pain this entailed, but she knew that bleeding was not a good thing.
She rushed to grab his right hand, her voice trembling, "Brother Yan Chen... what are you doing? Put it down, don’t hurt yourself."
"You said you shouldn’t bleed..."
Her trembling hands tried wiping away the blood from his left arm but didn’t dare to touch his wound.
Shen Yanchen breathed heavily, forcefully pushing her away, "Get out!"
Gu Qimiao fell to the ground. The glass shards pierced her palm, but she didn’t notice or care. She rushed to hug him again, scared to tears by his state, "Brother Yan Chen, what’s wrong with you?"
Shen Yanchen dropped the glass shard in his hand, too numb to feel pain anymore. Looking at her blurry face, he couldn’t hear what she was saying.
He pulled her soft body from his embrace and directly threw her onto the bed behind, eagerly pressing down on her, biting her lips fiercely.