One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty-Three The Marriage Certificate Is Just Waste Paper (1)

He just pulled her finger out, and she tried to insert her other hand. Tang Yu also held her other hand. As if she didn't want to see him, she kept her eyes tightly closed. Now that he was restraining her hands, she struggled with all her strength, trying to escape from his control. It really took a lot of force, and within a short while, the white wrist was pulled red.

"That's enough, Xingxing!" Unable to bear it, Tang Yu shouted, pinched her chin with one hand and raised her face, "Listen carefully - you can hate anyone and punish anyone you want, but , just don’t do this to yourself!”

Song Zhixing shook his wet eyelashes and opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Don't you want to bite something? Bite me." He said, putting his fingers between her teeth. Song Zhixing turned away and spat out his finger. Tang Yu deliberately reached out again, but she pushed him away hard, causing big tears to burst from his eyes.

Tang Yu's expression was ups and downs. He sat down by the bathtub, "Since you don't want to bite, let's take a bath."

He said and went to take off her clothes. Song Zhixing cried and refused instinctively, but Tang Yu seemed to be unable to feel her resistance at all, and with a little force, he tore the shirt off her body. He grabbed the nozzle and poured it over her head. The movements were almost rough.

"Tang Yu, you bastard!" Song Zhixing choked, feeling even more aggrieved, and punched him with fists.

He didn't resist or stop her movements, he just pulled off her underwear and threw it away. He grabbed the towel again and wiped it on her body. The whole time, his face was expressionless.

The more this happened, the more Song Zhixing suffered an emotional breakdown. As if she had been holding it in for a long time and was finally able to let it out. Instead of enduring the suppression as before, she beat him crazily, "Go away! Go away! Don't touch me!"

As soon as she spoke, her voice broke.

This is what Tang Yu wants! Holding it in like that, not speaking, even crying so suppressed, he was afraid that she would get sick from holding it in.

Tang Yu sadly picked her up from the bathtub and put her on his lap. She beat him, but he just hugged her tightly, "Hit me, Xingxing. If it makes you feel better, you can do whatever you want!"

His lips gently caressed the top of her head.

Song Zhixing suddenly lost his strength. He clenched his fist tightly and pressed his chest. She lay on his shoulder and cried loudly. The fingertips dug into the flesh.

For a long time, the only thing that came from the bathroom was the sad and desolate cry of the girl.

downstairs,

Sister Li and the housekeeper both heard it, and their hearts were in their throats. It was the first time I heard the little lady cry so miserably.

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She didn't know how long she cried, but it was so long that her whole body started to twitch, she couldn't breathe, and she coughed violently.

Tang Yu was afraid that she would get sick, so he patted her back time and time again like coaxing a child to help her breathe. Finally, letting her cry, he grabbed a towel to dry her body, wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her out of the bathroom.

She sat on the bed, Tang Yu took the pajamas, squatted down, and patiently put them on for her.

Song Zhixing knew that there would never be another Tang Yu in the world; and there might never be anyone who would be as kind to him as he was...

There are some things that she really... really would rather never know... but she still can't escape them after all.

"...Is it true?" She pressed her fingers on his shoulders and finally spoke, her voice was hoarse.

Tang Yu paused for a moment in buttoning her pajamas, without looking up at her. She sniffed, and with great effort, she finally asked those words, "Did my father... die at the hands of your mother? My mother also..."

These few words seemed to have taken a lot of effort, but they were never finished.

He breathed heavily and did not answer immediately, but buttoned the last button for her. Move carefully.

Song Zhixing wanted to hear him deny it immediately, even if he was lying to himself.

He lied to herself and she was willing to believe him, but his silence made her feel more and more panicked and cold...

For a while...

He let go of her and spoke one word from his lips, "Yes."

He knew clearly that the result would be like this, but when he heard him say this word, Song Zhixing still felt like the sky was falling.

Deep in my heart, the last pillar supporting me seemed to have collapsed at this moment.

"You lied!" Song Zhixing shook his head randomly, unable to believe this fact, "You all told me that my mother... my mother left to save my grandfather... my dad... my dad died of illness! No! Killed! No, it can’t be!"

Tang Yu knew that this fact was too cruel for her. However, when the truth was in front of him, he could no longer deceive her with any lies. Some things should be faced, but they still have to be faced. Lies can't last a lifetime. But they have to leave for a lifetime.

Song Zhixing hoped that Tang Yu would smile and tell her that it was just a joke or just a dream. However, Tang Yu squatted in front of her and said nothing, just looking at her solemnly.

My heart sank again and again, reaching the bottom of my heart. Tears fell from her eyes, "Since you know all this, why do you still want to marry me? Why?"

"Marrying you is my business and has nothing to do with anything else." Tang Yu looked serious.

"It has nothing to do with it?" She laughed, but she burst into tears, "Tang Yu, your mother is the one who killed my father, forced my mother to death, and ruined my family since I was a child. How can you say the word 'nothing to do with it'? "

Tang Yu's hand held her wrist firmly, and his eyes were solemn as never before: "We are married, you are my wife now, and I am your husband. Xingxing, you can hate anyone, but don't divorce or leave. Thoughts! I can’t possibly let you go!”

Song Zhixing couldn't accept this fact. If she marries Tang Yu, she will have to call Su Fengjin 'mother-in-law', which makes her unable to cope with herself. Moreover, every one of them is covering up the murderer of her father!

She twisted her hands and struggled hard, trying to pull her hand out of Tang Yu's palm. However, Tang Yu held it very tightly and did not let go at all. Song Zhixing took a breath, looked at Tang Yu, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!"

That look was so unfamiliar that it made his heart ache.

Tang Yu carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt, "I asked Sister Li to send the meal upstairs."

She looked at him sadly, "Tang Yu, do you even want to put me under house arrest?"

"Wait upstairs obediently." Tang Yu did not answer him directly, but rubbed her cheek that was wet with tears, her eyes becoming deeper and more complex. The next moment, without saying anything, he stood up and prepared to go out. Song Zhixing looked at the back and suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes dark, "Go call the police."