An Ruo gripped her phone tightly, her face expressionless.
Tang Yuchen withdrew the phone and said indifferently, "Yun Feiyang has already been taken care of by his parents. I didn’t lie to you, did I?"
What he said was true. Yun Feiyang had come to look for An Ruo.
But all he needed to do was make a phone call to his parents, and everything could be settled.
With Yun Feixue still having charges against her, they didn’t dare cross him. Even if they had to fight with their lives, Yun Feiyang’s parents would never allow him to save her.
An Ruo looked at Tang Yuchen coldly. She wanted to curse him, to fight him desperately, but in the end, she did nothing and walked past him, back to the bedroom.
Her cold attitude was like emotional violence, causing him a stifling pain in his chest, agitation.
The man stood there chillingly for a while, clenched his fists, and then restrained himself from going to find her, from hurting her.
The only hope of escape had been shattered, and it was not true that An Ruo was not upset.
Yun Mu was right; she shouldn’t have gone to Yun Feiyang, she shouldn’t have troubled him. So she didn’t blame Yun Mu and would find her own way to leave this place.
The scare today meant that even if An Ruo were found, it didn’t mean that Tang Yuchen was pleased.
He didn’t go out again, spending the entire day working in his study.
During dinner, he didn’t say a word, every pore of his body emitting a dangerous air of ’cross me and die’.
The entire villa was under low pressure because of his displeasure.
The servants were all cautious in their work, no one daring to offend him.
But An Ruo was an exception, she simply ignored him and wasn’t afraid of him.
After taking a bath and lying in bed at night, wrapped tightly in the quilt, An Ruo closed her eyes to sleep.
After a while, Tang Yuchen came in as well and lay down on the bed.
There was originally only one quilt on the bed, but today An Ruo had taken another. She wrapped her body tightly in it.
The meaning was obvious; she didn’t want to share a quilt with him.
The man watched her for a moment with pursed lips, then suddenly yanked the quilt off her, throwing it on the floor, refusing to let her cover herself with it.
An Ruo turned around, looking at him coldly, "What are you going crazy for!"
He held a somber face and said nothing, stretching out his hand to embrace her and pulling over the quilt to cover them both.
An Ruo had already tolerated enough by agreeing to sleep in the same bed with him. Now, she really didn’t want to be close to him, hating such intimacy even more.
She struggled hard, but Tang Yuchen pinned her body down with his hands and feet, using such great force that it made it hard for her to breathe.
An Ruo was furious. She tried hard to pry his hands off, but his arms were like iron, so hard, so tight, that ten of her wouldn’t be able to break free.
The man just held onto her tightly, not saying a word, letting her struggle.
After a while, An Ruo was exhausted, sweat forming on her forehead.
Gasping for breath and unable to move, she could only say helplessly, "Loosen up a bit, I can’t breathe, I’m going to faint."
Feeling her gasping breaths, Tang Yuchen did loosen up a little, but still held her tightly.
The bedside lamp was not turned off, and the man beside her was very close. With just a slight glance, she could see his face, but she did not.
An Ruo lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, her dim eyes flashing with too many complex emotions.
What was he trying to accomplish with this behavior?
There was no chance for them anymore, even if he kept her locked away forever, she would not forgive him.
In the past, when he hurt her, she could easily forgive him and would give him chances to make amends.
Because she would never forget the death of the child, never forget how pitifully cold his little body was.