novelraw Chapter 42 What a wonderful person!
Chapter 42 What a wonderful person!
When Gui Chuyu announced her pregnancy, He Chutian was drinking coffee.
Americano, sugar-free and dairy-free, dark roast beans, the kind that's so bitter it makes most people frown.
He enjoys this kind of hardship.
Pure, unvarnished suffering, like his life, like his situation.
He was just bringing his cup to his lips when his phone screen lit up.
Gui Chuyu's profile picture is a cartoon kitten, with a line of text next to it:
"Chu Tian, I think I'm pregnant. The pregnancy test is positive."
The cup stopped in mid-air.
He Chutian stared at the line of text, his mind going blank for a moment.
In a daze.
He had considered many possibilities.
Gui Chuyu will cheat on him, Gui Chuyu will dump him, Gui Chuyu will discover his true colors and then run away in terror.
He had considered all of these possibilities and even prepared contingency plans for every single one.
But pregnant?
He hadn't thought about it.
It's not because it's impossible.
He and Gui Chuyu had been together for three years, and everything that should and shouldn't have happened had happened. Pregnancy was a completely probabilistic event.
Rather, it's because in his subconscious, Gui Chuyu isn't a person, but a tool.
Tools don't get pregnant.
Tools only appear in your hands when you need them, and are put away in a drawer when you don't.
But the two lines on the pregnancy test told him that tools are also human.
Women can get pregnant.
He put down his coffee cup, the bottom of which tapped softly on the table, pulling him back from his reverie.
He picked up his phone again, looked at the message, and paused for three seconds with his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Then he started typing.
"I understand. This can't be delayed. I'll go with you to the hospital to have an abortion."
send.
There were no question marks, no room for negotiation, and no hypocritical politeness of "what do you think?"
It was just a statement, a command, a judgment devoid of any warmth.
Gui Chuyu's reply came slower than he had expected.
Nearly two minutes later, he saw a new bubble pop up on the screen:
"I don't want to fight."
He Chutian looked at these three words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but it wasn't a smile; it was something colder.
He turned on the screen and dialed Gui Chuyu's number.
I answered the phone after it rang three times.
Gui Chuyu's voice came from the other end, trembling with tears: "Chu Tian..."
"listen to me."
He Chutian interrupted her.
"You're a junior now, and your studies are at a crucial stage."
"What will your dad think if he finds out about this? What will your mom think?"
"What will the shareholders of the Gui Group think when they find out? You should think about it carefully."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
Gui Chuyu's voice became even softer: "But..."
"No buts."
He Chutian's voice remained calm, so calm it was almost cruel.
"This is unacceptable."
"It's still early, so if you do it now, everything will be fine."
"I'll go with you; no one will know."
Another silence followed.
Then Gui Chuyu's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "...Okay."
He Chutian hung up the phone, put it on the table, picked up the now-cold coffee again, and drank it all in one gulp.
As he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed, but his expression remained unchanged.
He glanced down at Gui Chuyu's chat box on his phone screen.
The word "good" lay there all alone.
He did not reply.
I didn't even look at it a second time.
He has more important things to do.
The research institute of False Leaf is not on any map.
Migu.
He Chutian always went in a different way each time.
Sometimes a black SUV picks me up, sometimes a helicopter.
On one occasion, it was even a ship that sailed in the dark for an unknown period of time.
This time it was a white van. He Chutian sat in the back seat, and the windows were completely covered by black curtains, so he couldn't see outside.
The car drove for about forty minutes before stopping.
When the car door opened, He Chutian saw a white corridor.
The corridor was very long and seemed to have no end.
He Chutian followed behind the man in the black suit for about five minutes, passing through three doors that required iris recognition and fingerprint verification.
With each door you pass through, the corridor becomes one shade lighter in color.
Then the door opened.
The world inside isn't white.
It is gray.
The space is divided into numerous areas, separated by transparent glass walls.
Through the glass, He Chutian could see all sorts of equipment.
Reactor, centrifuge, chromatograph, electron microscope.
There were also some machines he couldn't name that looked like they came straight out of a science fiction movie.
But the most eye-catching thing is not the equipment.
It's those glass jars.
Huge, cylindrical glass jars stretched from the floor to the ceiling.
It was filled with a pale green liquid.
People are floating in the liquid.
It's not a dead person.
He Chutian was certain of this because he saw that the person in one of the jars had their eyes open.
Those people had tubes inserted into their bodies, going under their skin and connecting to interfaces at the bottom of the jars.
He Chutian stopped and looked at the nearest jar.
Inside was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with indistinct facial features.
"Artificial Xia Lan".
Jia Ye's voice came from behind him, so close that it made the hairs on the back of He Chutian stand on end.
He turned around and saw Jia Ye standing less than a meter behind him.
Today, Jia Ye is wearing a white lab coat.
"Military designations S-07 to S-23."
Jia Ye walked over to He Chutian and stood beside him, looking at the glass jar.
"Currently, seventeen patients are alive."
"Those few that failed..."
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It turned into the kind of thing you've seen before."
zero.
He Chutian didn't ask aloud, but he knew what "fake leaf" meant.
Those failed artificial Xia Lan did not become warriors, but instead became nothing.
It is not a naturally generated zero, but a zero artificially created, hatched from the human body.
Their primordial energy is chaotic, their form is unstable, their lifespan is very short, but their destructive power is extremely strong.
Because they lack the awareness of self-preservation, they will attack any living thing within their field of vision without regard for anything else.
"The military provides ample funding."
Jia Ye turned around and started walking forward.
"Sufficient enough to launch a large-scale war."
"But you and I both know that war is too expensive."
"Burning money, burning people, burning time, burning political capital."
"Moreover, after the war, we still have to clean up the mess, rebuild, appease the public, and deal with international public opinion."
He stopped, turned around and looked at He Chutian.
"If it's possible to annihilate a country with minimal cost"
"Do you think they would be willing?"
He Chutian remained silent.
He was processing the information in the false leaf's words.
To annihilate a nation.
It's not "defeat" or "conquer," it's "annihilation."
This word does not mean victory or defeat on the battlefield, nor the gain or loss of territory, but rather...existence itself.
To make a country disappear from the map, to make its people, culture, history, and memories vanish completely, as if it had never existed at all.
"Siam"
He Chutian uttered the name.
Jia Ye's lips curled up slightly, an expression of approval.
"clever."
"To the southwest of the Eastern Continent, there is a sea separating us."
"In recent years, they have been making constant small moves and have become increasingly tough on border issues, with Western powers backing them up."
"The military assesses that there is a greater than 60 percent chance of conflict breaking out within the next five years."
"But they don't want to fight a total war."
He Chutian picked up where Jia Ye left off.
"It's too expensive, and there are too many uncertainties."
"If it drags on into a protracted war, domestic public opinion will turn against us."
"Exactly."
Jia Ye turned around and continued walking forward.
"So they need another way."
"A method that requires no mobilization, no declaration of war, and no explanation to the people."
"To render the opponent incapable of resistance with minimal cost and in the shortest possible time."
He stopped in front of a control panel and tapped a few times on the touchscreen.
A holographic map appeared in the air, with the outline of the Eastern Continent on the left and a long, narrow landmass on the right, shaped like a reclining elephant.
Siam.
The map began to show a dense array of data points.
Military bases, radar stations, missile sites, command centers, government buildings, transportation hubs, power plants, water plants, and communication base stations.
Each point was marked with a color, from green to yellow to red, with red representing "high priority targets".
"The military's mission was to destroy these targets."
Jia Ye drew a circle on the map with her finger, encompassing all the red dots.
"Not with missiles, not with bombs, but with..."
He snapped his fingers.
All the red dots on the holographic map turned black simultaneously and then shattered.
"this."
He Chutian watched the dissipating specks of light, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He knew what Jia Ye meant by "this".
Artificial Xia Lan.
Anti-Xia Lan weapon.
"Of course, it's impossible for you to go straight to the battlefield."
Fake Leaf shut down the holographic map.
"Those things have been secretly researched for a long time."
"We call it the Garrison Corps, a secret force directly commanded by the military."
"The members come from all walks of life, but they have one thing in common."
He paused, his purple eyes narrowing slightly.
"Coming from an average family. Easy to control."
When He Chutian heard those four words, something clicked in his mind.
His family background was average.
Easy to control.
He thought of many things in an instant.
He thought of the student union's recruitment presentations and the confused, yearning-for-recognition faces of the new students when they registered.
And then there are the meticulously filled-in family annual income figures on the scholarship application forms.
And those students in the cafeteria who only order one vegetarian dish with rice and eat with their heads down.
There's nothing easier to control than students.
They are young, passionate, eager for recognition, and eager to prove themselves.
Their lives are not yet set in stone; they are still searching for a direction they can fully dedicate themselves to.
Their family backgrounds are simple, their social relationships are unremarkable, and no one would report them missing even if they disappeared for a month.
Or rather, even if you report it to the police, no one will seriously investigate.
Moreover, they have the perfect disguise: the school.
A group of college students get together to participate in club activities, social practice, and academic competitions.
Who would doubt it?
Who would have thought that this group of young people in school uniforms, carrying backpacks, queuing for food in the cafeteria, were actually a reserve force of a secret unit secretly controlled by the military?
He Chutian raised his head and looked at the fake Ye.
Fake Leaf was also looking at him.
Their eyes met in mid-air, without sparks, only a tacit understanding between them.
He doesn't need to say anything.
The moment Jia Ye invited him to visit the laboratory, she already knew his answer.
He simply asked one question: "When will it start?"
Fake Leaf smiled.
"No rush."
Jia Ye turned around and walked deeper into the laboratory.
"Take care of what's in front of you first."
"That girl, Gui Chuyu."
He Chutian followed behind Jia Ye, then paused for a moment.
"Is she pregnant?"
The fake leaf did not turn back.
"Tell her to get an abortion."
He Chutian knew that Jia Ye had a way of knowing anything he wanted to know.
Therefore, he did not attempt to deny or explain.
He simply said, "It's already been dealt with."
"It's been dealt with."
Jia Ye repeated these three words.
"You didn't even accompany her to the hospital."
He Chutian remained silent.
Do you know which city the hospital she went to alone is in?
The fake leaf stopped and turned around.
"Do you know what kind of person the taxi driver was?"
"Did you know that after the surgery, she was lying alone in the observation room, her phone was on the floor, and when she picked it up, her finger was cut by shards of glass?"
He Chutian stood in front of the fake Ye, his expression unchanged.
Jia Ye looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then smiled.
"Very good," said Jia Ye. "You're even more suitable than I expected."
He turned around and continued walking forward.
"Some people are born to be at the top."
"Not because of their talent, not because of their opportunities, but because... they won't stop for anything."
"It's not family affection, not love, not responsibility, not guilt."
"It's nothing."
"That's the kind of person you are, He Chutian."
He Chutian stood there, watching Jia Ye's figure grow smaller and smaller as it receded into the distance.
He looked down at his hands.
That hand had been whipped until it was raw and bleeding.
That hand is clean now.
Yes, it's very clean.
It was already past midnight when He Chutian returned to school from the research institute.
The campus was quiet.
He took out his phone.
When the screen lit up, he saw a mountain of messages.
He glanced at it; there was nothing he needed to reply to.
Then he saw Gui Chuyu's chat box.
No new messages.
The last message she sent was the same "Okay" she sent three days ago.
He Chutian stared at the word "good," his thumb hovering above the screen for two seconds.
He swiped past it without clicking on it.
It's not that I can't bear it, nor that I feel guilty, and it's certainly not that I'm running away.
Rather, it's unnecessary.
The matter has been resolved; Gui Chuyu has had an abortion, and this topic is now closed.
Then open that chat box again and say a few words like "Are you okay?" "Get some rest" or "I've been busy lately, I'll come see you in a few days."
It serves no purpose other than wasting time and energy.
He doesn't have that many emotions to expend.
He needs to save his emotions for more important things.
His finger continued to slide across the screen, finally stopping at another name.
Tang Yuan.
There are unread messages.
He clicked on it.
"Senior, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to talk to you about something."
Sent at 9:17 PM.
Three hours ago.
He Chutian looked at the message and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
really.
That's just how this kind of woman is.
He didn't rush to reply, but instead put his phone back in his pocket and slowly walked back to his dormitory.
He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, sat on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for a while.
Lu Siye is not here.
According to Zhou Che, it's uncertain when Lu Siye will return.
He Chutian was calculating this window of opportunity in his mind.
With Lu Siye not around, Tang Yuan took the initiative to ask him to meet.
This is no coincidence.
Tang Yuan's choice to meet him at this time indicates that she knows Lu Siye is not there.
Knowing that Lu Siye was not there meant that she was paying attention to Lu Siye's schedule.
The fact that she was paying attention to Lu Siye's schedule meant that her relationship with Lu Siye was much deeper than she made it out to be.
But she still made an appointment with him.
Knowing that Lu Siye was not there, she took the initiative to meet another man.
He Chutian sat up in bed, picked up his phone, and replied to Tang Yuan's message:
"I'm free. Tomorrow at 3 PM, at the coffee shop near the school gate."
send.
In less than ten seconds, the message was marked as read.
A few seconds later, the reply came:
"Alright! See you there! (＾▽＾)"
He Chutian looked at the emoticon, and the corners of his mouth widened slightly.
He put down his phone, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.
Images started playing automatically in my mind.
Something is moving in the fog.
He Chutian suddenly opened his eyes.
He found his heart racing and his breathing becoming rapid.
excited.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
Every time he knelt down in front of He Yezhou.
Every time He Deshou's whip landed on his palm...
Every time He Yuanshan drew his heart's blood.
That humiliation, anger, and resentment will accumulate in his body, growing bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Ultimately, it turned into a twisted, dark impulse that made him want to destroy everything.
Then he would go find a woman.
A woman he finds attractive, but who doesn't require him to reciprocate his feelings.
He would approach her with his perfect side, using his gentleness, thoughtfulness, humor, and generosity to win her over.
He used his family background, appearance, and talent to win her over.
Then, at some point, in a space where it's just the two of them, he will tear off that perfect mask.
Let her see the real, dark, beast-like self beneath the mask.
He will turn her into his prey.
Then, at the moment she completely falls for him, he will abandon her.
It wasn't because he hated her.
Rather, it's because he needs to confirm his existence in this way.
He needs to trample on the dignity of others to prove that he is not someone who will always be trampled on.
He needs to make others suffer in order to make himself feel less pain.
This is a disease.
he knows.
But he doesn't care.
Tomorrow, Tang Yuan will be the next one.
The next day at 3 PM, at the coffee shop.
He Chutian arrived ten minutes early and chose a well-lit spot by the window to sit down.
He wore a light blue shirt and a new pair of glasses today.
There was an Americano and a latte on the table.
The latte was for Tang Yuan; she said she likes sweet drinks.
At exactly three o'clock, the coffee shop door was pushed open.
When Tang Yuan walked in, He Chutian's heart skipped a beat.
It's not a metaphor.
Literally, his heart stopped in his chest for a fraction of a second.
Tang Yuan wore a white dress today.
It's not the meticulously designed socialite style of Gui Chuyu, but a simpler, cleaner white.
She wasn't wearing makeup; her lips were a natural pink, without lipstick.
She didn't look like a woman going to meet a man.
He seems like an ordinary, harmless freshman going to the library to read books.
But it was precisely this "ordinary" and "harmless" quality that made He Chutian's heart beat much faster than he had expected.
"Senior!"
Tang Yuan walked over with a smile, sat down opposite him, placed her hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly.
"Have you been waiting long?"
"Just arrived." He Chutian pushed the latte in front of her. "I ordered it for you, have a taste."
Tang Yuan picked up the cup, took a sip, and her eyes curved into crescent moons: "Delicious! How did you know I like sweet drinks, senior?"
"I guessed." He Chutian smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Last time I saw you eating xiaolongbao, you put a lot of sugar in it when you dipped it in vinegar."
Tang Yuan paused for a moment, then laughed, a bright and cheerful laugh: "You actually remember this! I didn't even remember it myself!"
He Chutian picked up his Americano and took a sip.
The bitterness of the coffee melted on his tongue, gradually slowing his heartbeat.
He needs to calm down.
He felt that Tang Yuan was different today than before.
Previously, when he got close to her, his body would have a strong rejection reaction.
But today, sitting across from her, less than a meter apart, that feeling of rejection was much weaker.
It didn't disappear completely, but rather went from being "unbearable" to "tolerable".
He wasn't sure what this meant, but he didn't intend to delve into it.
Perhaps it's because the Taotie fragments within him have become even stronger.
Perhaps it was because his "thoughts" of Tang Yuan had changed.
Maybe it's just because he's in a good mood today.
unimportant.
The important thing is today's task.
Tang Yuan first chatted about some random things.
Courses, clubs, dormitories, and the cafeteria are all everyday matters.
He Chutian listened patiently and responded appropriately, like a competent listener.
He noticed that Tang Yuan spoke differently today than before.
Previously, she was the kind of person who chatted away, saying whatever came to mind, and had a completely unguarded way of talking.
But today, she spoke more slowly, and the pauses between sentences were longer, as if she was carefully considering each word.
She was nervous.
He Chutian noted this observation in his mind.
A nervous woman is either lying or about something that makes her nervous.
Regardless of the type, it means there will be a "harvest" today.
After chatting for about twenty minutes, Tang Yuan suddenly fell silent.
She lowered her head, holding the latte in both hands.
"Senior," she spoke, her voice much softer than usual, "there's something I want to tell you."
He Chutian put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and adopted a posture of attentive listening: "Go on."
Tang Yuan took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked into He Chutian's eyes.
"I like you."
Four words.
There was no preamble, no embellishment.
It's a straightforward, naked confession with no way out.
He Chutian looked at her.
He should be excited.
A woman he wanted confessed her feelings to him.
This means he no longer needs to spend time planning, designing, and slowly pushing things forward.
This means he can skip all the tedious steps and go straight to the stage he wants.
But he didn't feel excited.
He sensed something more complex, something he couldn't name.
Because Tang Yuan's expression was off when she said those four words.
The expression a woman should have when she says "I like you".
Shy, expectant, nervous, sweet, or a mixture of all of the above.
But Tang Yuan didn't have these features on her face.
There was only one expression on her face...
serious.
That seriousness made He Chutian uncomfortable.
It wasn't out of fear, but because... he couldn't understand it.
He could read every expression on a woman's face because those expressions could be calculated, predicted, and manipulated.
But he couldn't understand the seriousness on Tang Yuan's face.
He didn't know what lay behind this seriousness.
Is it sincerity? Or is it a scheme?
Is it something he has never encountered before, something outside his comprehension?
"Senior?"
Tang Yuan's voice pulled him back to reality.
Why aren't you saying anything?
He Chutian snapped out of his daze and adjusted his glasses: "You caught me off guard. I didn't expect you to say that."
This is the truth.
But that's not the whole truth.
"and you……"
Tang Yuan bit her lower lip, a gesture that made her look like an ordinary little girl waiting for an answer that would determine her mood.
What do you think?
He Chutian did not answer immediately.
He picked up his coffee cup, took a slow sip, and used this action to buy himself a few seconds to think.
He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
By agreeing to her request, he could get closer to her, closer to Lu Siye, and closer to the secrets that might be hidden behind her.
It also means that he can satisfy his twisted, dark desires.
He gets a woman, then abandons her, using her suffering to nourish his hungry soul.
Rejecting her means losing everything, and it also means he needs to find a new way to get closer to Lu Siye.
The answer is obvious.
He put down his coffee cup, looked at Tang Yuan, and smiled slightly.
He flashed a smile he had practiced countless times—the most perfect smile, the one most capable of captivating girls:
I like you too.
Tang Yuan's eyes lit up.
She lowered her head, pretending to drink coffee, but He Chutian noticed that her fingers were trembling slightly.
Something stirred within him.
It wasn't out of emotion or pity, but out of curiosity.
Why is she shaking?
Was it excitement? Or nervousness?
Or is it because of something else?
he does not know.
But he knew one thing.
From today onwards, Tang Yuan belongs to him.
At least, before he abandoned her.
They sat in the coffee shop for over an hour, talking a lot, but it seemed like they didn't talk about anything at all.
Tang Yuan resumed her usual chattering style.
But He Chutian could sense that the things below had changed.
The way she looked at him changed.
It wasn't the same kind of "admiring senior" gaze as before, but a more equal, more intimate one, as if he were already considered "one of our own."
That gaze made He Chutian feel both comfortable and uncomfortable.
Does this kind of woman deserve to be called "one of us"?
Around five o'clock, Tang Yuan's phone rang.
She glanced down, her expression unchanged.
But He Chutian noticed that her thumb stayed on the screen a little longer than usual.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Si Ye." Tang Yuan looked up and smiled. "He said he's back and asked where I was."
He Chutian's heart started racing again.
Lu Siye is back.
He glanced out the window; the coffee shop's glass doors faced the parking lot at the school gate.
A figure wearing a gray hoodie got out of the car.
Lu Siye.
The distance is about thirty meters.
He Chutian couldn't see Lu Siye's expression, but he could feel his gaze.
hostility.
He Chutian did not look away.
Instead, he laughed.
Then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time.
He walked over to Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan looked up at him in confusion. Before she could react, He Chutian reached out and gently patted her head.
There was no pain.
There was no spasm.
There was nothing there.
He Chutian's fingers lingered on Tang Yuan's hair for about two seconds.
Lu Siye stood there without saying a word.
He Chutian saw his face through the glass.
The expression on that face... was awful.
Looking at Lu Siye's expression, He Chutian felt a strong, almost physiological sense of pleasure welling up inside him.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
At the He family home, in the ancestral hall, when the whip was being used, He Yezhou stood to the side with this expression on his face.
And now, he can finally look at others with the same expression.
Lu Siye looked at He Chutian, and at the hand He Chutian placed on Tang Yuan's head, without saying a word.
There were no questions, no outbursts of anger, and nothing He Chutian expected him to do.
He just stood there, looked for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.
He Chutian watched Lu Siye's figure disappear at the end of the Wutong Avenue, and the corners of his mouth slowly widened.
He didn't laugh out loud.
But he smiled inwardly.
He laughed very loudly.
"Senior?" Tang Yuan's voice came from behind, "You just...touched my head?"
He Chutian turned around and looked at Tang Yuan.
She sat in the chair, looking up at him.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it."
He Chutian smiled.
There was a loose thread in your hair, I removed it for you.
Tang Yuan paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Senior, you're really good with words."
she says.
He Chutian picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
He put down his cup, looked at Tang Yuan, and said with a smile, "Isn't your birthday in a few days? What kind of present do you want?"
Tang Yuan's eyes lit up for a moment, then she lowered her head and bit her lower lip, as if hesitating whether to speak.
Finally, he raised his head, looked into He Chutian's eyes, and whispered something.
But He Chutian heard it.
She asked, "Does the senior want it?"
He Chutian's finger paused on the side of the cup for a moment.
He understood the meaning behind those words.
It's not about "what gift do you want?"
It's not about "What do you want me to give you?"
Instead... do you want me?
It is raw, undisguised, and has a straightforwardness that makes your heart race.
His heart started racing.
It's not the kind of carefully calculated acceleration used to create an atmosphere.
It was a real, instinctive acceleration that almost overwhelmed his reason.
His palms were sweating, and all these physiological reactions were telling him the same thing: he wanted her.
It wasn't because she was pretty, it wasn't because she had a good personality, it wasn't because she was the key to getting close to Lu Siye.
It's because she's different.
She is different from Gui Chuyu.
She was unlike any of the women he had ever toyed with, used, or abandoned.
There was something about her that he had never seen in anyone else.
Something that both fascinated and terrified him.
He couldn't tell what it was.
But he wanted it.
Then destroy it.
This is his instinct.
He destroyed everything he couldn't have, and he destroyed everything he had.
Because only by destroying it can he confirm that he ever owned it.
He Chutian took a deep breath, suppressing his surging desires, and revealed a gentle, gentlemanly, and perfectly timed smile:
"I will give you a very expensive gift on your birthday."
He didn't say "okay," nor did he say "I want you." But his eyes said it all.
Tang Yuan looked at him and smiled.
That smile was very light, very faint, and very quiet.
But beneath the silence lies something unfathomable.
He Chutian did not see it.
He has been blinded by desire.
It was already dark when I came out of the coffee shop.
He Chutian and Tang Yuan parted ways at the school gate.
Tang Yuan said she was going back to her dorm to do her homework, and He Chutian agreed, watching her figure disappear into the lights of the girls' dormitory building.
Then he looked down at his hands.
The hand that had just touched Tang Yuan's hair.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
It really doesn't hurt anymore.
After leaving the research institute, the aversion I felt towards Tang Yuan gradually subsided, and now it has completely disappeared.
He could touch her, stroke her head, and sit with her within a meter without feeling any discomfort.
He didn't know what this meant.
He didn't care what the reason was.
He only knows one thing.
Tang Yuan is his now.
She took the initiative to confess her feelings, she hinted at offering herself to him, and she put herself in a position where she was completely at his mercy.
He no longer needed to pretend to be a gentleman, no longer needed to proceed cautiously, and no longer needed to worry about those boring ethics and morals.
He can do whatever he wants.
And once he has his way, he can throw her away like a used tissue.
Of course, he would give her a very expensive gift on her birthday.
A diamond ring worth tens of thousands of yuan, or something even more expensive.
With his capital, this amount of money is nothing.
Anyway, once I got her body, this investment was like feeding a stray dog on the roadside.