"What are you doing?"
A sullen voice resounded throughout the room.
Ye Huanyan's hand trembled, and the diary slipped from her hand. It fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The diary, which was already open, was now in pieces in front of her eyes. As he opened the door, the wind blew through the room, raising pieces of the past that she did not dare to look at directly. That was the naked and cruel truth.
It was also the reason why Ling Han's attitude towards her had been so unpredictable for so long.
She should have thought of it long ago. She should have thought of it long ago. She should have thought of why he always liked to compare her to herself even after Jiang Meilan had passed away for so long. She had heard such words countless times and should have thought of it long ago.
The figure at the door walked to the bed and stared at her coldly.
Her face stiffened, and the tears in her eyes fell like pearls from a broken string.
She hurriedly avoided his gaze and squatted down to pick up the scattered pieces of paper. She was incoherent and humble.
"I'm sorry, I … I'll pick them up. I'll pick them up now …"
She was sorry. She was the one who had let him down. It turned out that she was really the one who had let him down.
"There's no need. I think if my mother was still alive, she wouldn't want you to touch her things."
Ye Huanyan's fingers paused slightly, and she said mechanically, "I'm sorry."
"You've read the diary, haven't you?"
The voice from above her head was cold. The condescending attitude was very arrogant, but it was so natural.
She squatted on the ground. Her legs and feet were numb, and her nerves seemed to have become sluggish. She seemed to be able to feel the blood in her body coagulating bit by bit. Her heart was beating very slowly, and her vision was blurry. She seemed to be unable to make a sound from her throat.
"Since you know, hurry up and get lost."
She gripped the yellowed paper in her hand tightly. Under such circumstances, she realized that there was still a trace of unwillingness in her heart. Her voice trembled.
"You're treating me like this because my mother interfered in the marriage between Uncle Ling and your mother?"
A trace of gloominess flashed across Ling Han's brows.
"Don't forget, you asked for it that night."
"I can apologize on behalf of my mother, but that's the matter of the previous generation. What does it have to do with us?"
Ye Huanyan held the diary and forced herself to raise her head, as if this was the only way she could convince herself.
"My mom said that we have to look forward. I'm very sorry about this, but …"
"No buts. Just leave. I don't want to see you again."
Ling Han interrupted her and said impatiently, "I'm not interested in you. You've already repaid what you deserve."
"But you still have the sketch I drew for you, the one from eight years ago. You still have my photo. Ling Han, do you dare to say that you don't have me in your heart?"
Ye Huanyan held the napkin in her other hand. She was unwilling to accept this. She knew that Ling Han had her in his heart. Even if Jiang Meilan was a mistress back then, even if her mother had interfered in this man's family, she had already suffered on behalf of her mother. Now, did he want her to leave? She couldn't.
Ever since she was young, Jiang Meilan had taught her to reflect on herself and not take responsibility for other people's mistakes. That was the behavior of a saint, and it would only make her unhappy for the rest of her life.
Ling Han's gaze froze on the sketch. The wind howled outside the window, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes. The piece of paper was torn to pieces in front of Ye Huanyan's eyes, just like the photo.
"It's just a piece of paper. How much weight do you think it has? Ye Huanyan, you think too highly of yourself. "
Upon hearing this, she heaved a sigh of relief as she looked at the pieces of paper flying in the air. She was terrifyingly calm.
"Go ahead and tear it. I know you have me in your heart. So what if you tear it to pieces? I'm not leaving. I don't care if you want me to stay to atone for my mother's sins or torture me. I'm not leaving. Even if your mother is still alive, she definitely doesn't want you to be troubled by their matters. "
Ling Han's eyes gradually turned red. He lifted up the cold and scary woman on the carpet and held her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.
"You want to atone for Jiang Meilan's sins? What do you mean by that? How much do you know? "
Ye Huanyan's face gradually turned green, but she gritted her teeth and refused to say a word. "Since you feel that these mistakes can only fall on me, no matter what it is, I'm willing to accept it."
Her body flew through the air, and under his enormous strength, she fell onto the bed. It did not hurt, but her internal organs were knocked to the point that she almost suffocated. She gritted her teeth in pain, unwilling to let out a weak cry of alarm, and this action angered Ling Han.
"Who do you think you are? Other than making love to me in bed, what else can you accept?"
His breathing was very heavy, and it swept across his neck, leaving behind a shiver.
Both of their chests rose and fell violently. As they rose and fell, they were pressed together, then separated, and pressed together again.
Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth and gripped the blanket under her. Every word was very clear in the dark night.
"Whatever. As long as you want it, I'll give it to you. I'll even give you my life."
Ling Han stared at her coldly. His red eyes were filled with anger. It was in this anger that his gaze swept across the bed under him. He suddenly sneered and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
Then, under her terrified and shocked gaze, a pair of hands tore open her shirt mercilessly.
In the mess in the room, in the long-accumulated resentment, in her messy cries,
He wanted her ruthlessly again and again.
Until her entire body went limp, until her moans drowned out the howling wind outside the window, until her tears dried up, and even her breathing could affect the pain all over her body.
The wave-like pain gradually numbed her senses. She lay on the bed like a broken doll, looking at the man beside the bed in fear.
His shoulders were very wide, as if they could support her world, but his shoulders were not her home.
Her mind replayed the scene of him panting softly in her ear before the storm.
"Jiang Meilan couldn't wait to take you over, so she couldn't even wait for the last month of my mother's cancer. She created a car accident and deceived everyone. She laid on my mother's bed. Wouldn't she have nightmares?"
She stared at him in a daze, not daring to believe what she had heard.
"You don't believe me? This bed belongs to my mother. Every night when I lie down, I remember that the marriage that was interrupted is not just a grudge between the previous generation. It is a stain that was caused by Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming. Even if you don't know about it, it is still a stain that can't be washed away from you! "
Her expression was numb, and her grip on the blanket gradually loosened. There was no fluctuation in her tone, as if she was asking a question, but also as if she was just stating a statement.
"Just because I'm Jiang Meilan's daughter?"
"Jiang Meilan is the murderer who killed my mother." Ling Han slowly turned his head, looking terrifyingly calm.
"Since you're so unwilling to leave, then stay. This bed will be yours from now on."
Her fingers touched the bedsheets, and her body trembled for no reason. She was suddenly awakened, as if there were thorns on the bed. She suddenly turned over and fell off the bed, shrinking into a corner.
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