Returning - Chapter 55
Chapter 55: A Heart of Pity
At first, Zhao Yu hadn't been sure if a man like Xue Zhan could feel pity for a fragile woman—after all, he'd never seemed to harbor that kind of sentiment toward any of his blind dates.
But after Xue Zi'ang left during dinner tonight, she finally sensed it.
Whether it was pity Xue Zhan felt for her, or guilt as Xue Zi'ang's uncle, as long as there was even the slightest softening in his stance toward her, it was worth exploiting.
So the moment she saw Xue Zhan, she let her tears fall in misery.
She'd always found her own ability to cry rather remarkable.
Her tears had clearly dried up three years ago. Now, no matter how heartbroken she was or how desperately she wanted to cry, the corners of her eyes wouldn't even moisten. Yet if she had to perform in front of others, she could cry whenever and however she wanted.
But she didn't let the tears linger on her face too long. She quickly reached up in a fluster to wipe them dry, struggling to appear composed as she lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
Xue Zhan asked, "Are you alright?"
His tone was flat, betraying no emotion, but since he'd been right next door, he must have known exactly what had happened in Xue Zi'ang's room.
Zhao Yu shook her head and sniffled. "President Xue, I'm sorry. I… just remembered something urgent… I have to go back."
This kind of clumsy lie was something Xue Zhan could naturally see right through.
His gaze swept over her neck and chest again. Even though she'd tried to cover some of it with her wrist, countless deep and shallow kiss marks were still visible.
When his eyes traveled downward, the bruises on her knees were unmistakable. And on those bare calves, a viscous fluid was slowly trickling downward.
Judging solely from the moans and cries he'd heard earlier, he could tell how intense their session had been tonight—or to put it more precisely, how wildly Xue Zi'ang had vented himself on her body. And now he was seeing it with his own eyes.
Xue Zhan didn't stop her but said flatly, "I'll drive you."
Zhao Yu hurriedly shook her head. "No need. Thank you, President Xue."
Xue Zhan said nothing more. He walked past her on his own and headed downstairs ahead of her, leaving her no choice but to obediently follow.
She had come with Xue Zi'ang and hadn't driven her own car. A young woman alone, disheveled, out on the streets late at night was bound to be unsafe. Besides, she was a guest of the Xue family, and her current wretched state was the doing of a Xue family member. Xue Zhan had no grounds to ignore it.
The driver didn't live here, and at this hour, Xue Zhan couldn't exactly call someone to come over, so he prepared to drive her himself.
The villa had no underground parking. All the cars were in the ground-floor courtyard. The moment they stepped outside, a biting cold wind rushed in. Zhao Yu couldn't help but shiver, instinctively hunching her body inward.
Xue Zhan glanced at her and removed his suit jacket, handing it to her.
Zhao Yu shook her head repeatedly, not daring to reach out and take it. Only when she sensed that irresistible authority in his gaze did she cautiously extend her hand to accept it, draping it over her shoulders.
She pulled open the car door and lifted one leg inside, ready to sit in the passenger seat. But the moment she saw the sticky mess on her legs—a mixture of semen and arousal fluid—she was so alarmed she quickly yanked her leg back out, grabbed some tissues from the car, and frantically wiped at her legs.
Watching her tremble violently from the cold, Xue Zhan, already seated in the driver's seat, said, "Get in."
Zhao Yu hastily swiped the tissues over both legs a few more times, trotted to a trash can to throw them away, and only then did she climb apprehensively into the car.
Xue Zhan turned on the heat, increasing the warm air on her side, and started the car. "Seatbelt."
Zhao Yu hurriedly pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it. Then she heard him say, "Address."
After she gave the address of her apartment, the car fell into silence. Xue Zhan stared ahead and drove attentively. Zhao Yu turned her head to look out the window, lost in thought. Neither of them spoke a word.
The car drove for nearly twenty minutes. When she spotted a pharmacy still open on the roadside, Zhao Yu suddenly said, "President Xue, could you stop for a moment?"
Xue Zhan quickly pulled over, glanced toward the pharmacy, and asked, "Buying medicine?"
Zhao Yu nodded and reached to unbuckle her seatbelt, but then heard Xue Zhan say, "I'll go."
Seeing that he had already undone his seatbelt and was about to get out, Zhao Yu hurriedly called out to him, "President Xue, no… I…"
Meeting his gaze, she grew even more flustered. "It's not a morning-after pill. I've been on birth control this whole time. I need to buy…"
She was overcome with humiliation and couldn't continue. She could only swiftly unbuckle her seatbelt and reach for the door handle. "Please wait for me. I'll be back very quickly."
"I know."
Just as her hand touched the car door, she heard Xue Zhan calmly say those two words.
She froze. Before she could react, the driver's side door had already been pulled open. Xue Zhan got out, shut the door firmly behind him, and walked straight toward the pharmacy.
Staring blankly at his receding figure for a few seconds, Zhao Yu didn't dare let any smugness or surprise show on her face. Instead, she quickly rose, bending over in the spacious area in front of her seat. She pulled out tissues, stuffed them between her legs, and hastily wiped away the mixed fluid that was seeping out of her vagina.
She had deliberately left without cleaning herself up. The mess that had dripped onto her legs had been wiped clean before she got in the car, but after sitting for the entire ride, more sticky substance had oozed out from her hole, not only soiling her dress beyond repair but also dampening a small patch of the seat.
When Xue Zhan returned with the medicine, what he saw was her frantically stuffing tissues between her legs, reaching under her skirt to wipe.
She clearly hadn't expected him to return so quickly. When he pulled the car door open, she was so startled she froze, utterly at a loss, at a complete loss. Her right hand secretly withdrew from between her thighs, clutching a wad of sticky tissues in her palm, trying to escape his notice.
But then, catching sight of the dark stain on the seat, she panicked again and frantically grabbed fresh tissues to scrub at it. "I'm sorry, President Xue… I… I dirtied your car. I didn't do it on purpose… I… I'm sorry…"
She was both anxious and mortified, her voice had long since been laced with thick, suppressed sobs, but she'd been straining with all her might to hold back the tears.
After scrubbing forcefully at the seat a few times, she clutched the several wads of soiled tissues and hurriedly got out of the car, stumbling toward a trash can near the landscaped area.
After throwing away the trash, she didn't immediately come back. Instead, using the greenery as cover to hide from Xue Zhan's sight, she crouched down, bit her lip, and cried in silence.
Her thin dress flapped loudly in the icy wind. Her arms and calves had already turned purple from the cold. Yet her tear-soaked face only grew paler, like a sheet of paper, and her entire body trembled more violently.
It was only when a jacket still carrying her body heat was draped over her shoulders again did she stir.
She turned, sobbing, and looked up at the man whose expression was unreadable under the streetlight. She kept her lips clamped shut.
But the harder she tried to control it, the more recklessly the tears fell.
Xue Zhan said, "Get in the car."
She remained crouched on the ground, motionless. Her body shivered, her teeth chattered from the force of her crying, but still, she made no sound.
After watching her for a few seconds, Xue Zhan bent down and simply scooped her up in his arms.
As she was placed into the passenger seat, she heard Xue Zhan say, "It wasn't your fault."
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