Subordinate Doting - Chap 3
That dull and helpless look, eyes soaked with fear, shaking his head while scratching his arms until they were bleeding…there was no trace of the unruly young man who had amazed him at first sight when they first met on horseback.
After three years of marriage, the two treated each other with coldness and met only a few times.
There were only one or two brief moments of intimacy, both times when Ji Tingyu was in the heat of lust.
And no one could comfort He Zhuo during his numerous periods of susceptibility to heat and heat, so he could only vent by boxing like crazy.
His marital responsibilities restrained him from cheating or going out to look for food, but the price he paid was that he never treated Ji Tingyu well again.
He was sarcastic when he opened his mouth, and sarcastic when he closed his mouth. He even brought the young masters and young ladies who were just playing around in the business world to demonstrate and ridicule him.
He Zhuosi raised his hand and slapped himself hard, causing the corner of his mouth to bleed.
His towering Adam’s apple trembled slightly, and his fingertips that were holding the coffin pressed deeply into the mahogany wood until it turned blue and white, but he didn’t dare to touch the small ball of hair at all.
”What happened to Xiaoyu…what happened to him in Syst?”
”The letter of assignment he received to go to Syst for an interview was a fake one. The Press Department never sent anyone there. Someone tricked him there and took away his equipment and communication tools. The war broke out near a primary school, and he died in the fire while trying to save those children.”
”Who is it?” He Zhuo’s face was frighteningly gloomy, and his narrow eyes were bottomless.
”We haven’t found out yet. We only know that there’s a spy in his team.” Ji Tinglan looked at him with hatred again: “Speaking of which, wasn’t Mr. He also responsible for Xiaoyu’s death?”
”This mission was so dangerous that he shouldn’t have gone. But he’s been married to you for three years, and you’ve bullied him for three years! Not only did you bring the girl back to him, but you also invited a bunch of dancers to your house for a party on his birthday. He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he took on the mission!”
As if being hit on the head with a stick, He Zhuo raised his head in disbelief, opened his mouth, but didn’t utter a single word. After a long time, he organized his words: “He was… forced to leave by me?”
He Zhuo simply couldn’t accept this fact.
He opened his mouth, his brows knitted tightly in disbelief, his expression gradually went from stiff to out of control, two lines of tears rolled down his face in embarrassment, and there was no trace of his calm and dignity anymore.
”But I didn’t want to have a party on his birthday. I just said it on purpose to provoke him and make him soften his attitude towards me and stop being so cold to me—”
”You told him that on purpose? To provoke him?”
Ji Tinglan was so angry that she punched him in the face: “Xiaoyu’s mental state was already very bad before he married you. The doctor said that his depression was so serious that he might commit suicide at any time. You insisted on marrying him back just to stimulate him? Abuse him? Are you still a human being! ”
He Zhuo was knocked to the ground with a dull thud. A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of his throat and splashed onto the ground. He did not bother to wipe the blood off. He turned his head stiffly with his teeth chattering.
”What did you say? Xiaoyu, he has…?”
Ji Tinglan’s expression was even more surprised than his: “You didn’t know? He has been by your side for three years, and you didn’t know he was sick?!”
He Zhuo had a blank expression and his face was as pale as a ghost.
Ji Tinglan suddenly thought of something, and his heart suddenly jumped to his throat: “His ears were injured by the bomb, and he has been hearing impaired. Don’t you know that?”
He Zhuo shook his head.
”What about his old leg injury? He can’t stand for long and can’t catch a cold. Don’t you even know this?!”
He Zhuo still shook his head, more blood seeping out of his mouth and flowing down his pale and disheveled face like cracked lines on dry sand.
”Yes, I don’t know, I don’t know anything…”
Not only did she not know that he was hard of hearing, she always ridiculed him when he didn’t reply; not only did she not know that he had a bad leg, she insisted that he accompany her to the cocktail party and stand for half the night, causing him to fall and make a fool of himself; not only did she not know that he had depression, she deliberately provoked him, ignored him, and forced him to leave and go to the battlefield…
”I was the one who killed him…” He Zhuo sneered and lowered his head in despair, like a trapped beast devoured by regret: “But I am his husband…”
The husband who should have loved him, accompanied him and respected him, did not even notice how sick he was, and dragged him from one hell to another, sending him to his death with his own hands.
He Zhuo recalled the few moments that had happened during the past three years, and how Ji Tingyu would pretend to wave goodbye to him nonchalantly every time he left for the battlefield.
He naively thought at that time that they would always have a chance to meet again next time, so he would wait until next time.
The next time they met, he would bake Ji Tingyu’s favorite chestnut cake for him and tell him: I have always liked you, but I just couldn’t help but feel irritated. It’s not that my sexual desire is so strong that I have to do it every day. Please don’t disgust me, okay?
But there will be no next time, never again.
His kitten was burned in the fire…burned into a charred ball…
*
He Zhuo didn’t know how he left Ji’s house that day. He only remembered that he rolled down the stairs, fell into a coma, and then had a dream in which he dreamed of Ji Tingyu.
But it was a nightmare.
Because he saw how Ji Tingyu died.
The wounded omega was lying on the ruins of the school, with a big bloody hole in his lower abdomen, crawling on the ground with his two legs that were shot.
When he couldn’t move anymore, he lay in a pool of blood, holding something in his hand and saying his last words.
He said, “Brother, I couldn’t make it back for our wedding anniversary this year. But you shouldn’t mind. After all, I would only annoy you.”
Actually, I don’t dislike you. I already liked you on the snow mountain. But due to work reasons, I had to go back immediately and failed to get your contact information.
When something happened at home, my father pushed me out for marriage. I didn’t want to, but when I knew that the person was you, I agreed without thinking too much.
I didn’t mean to point a gun at your head on the wedding night. It wasn’t to disgust you, it was my own problem. After that incident, I was afraid to touch others and kill them. But I didn’t have the chance to explain it anymore. I had no strength left and couldn’t hold on any longer.
