Returning - Chapter 130
Chapter 130: Rage and Shock
Zhao Yu moved into Xue Zhan's villa that very day. Naturally, her explanation to Ji Sui was that she was on a week-long business trip.
She knew anyway that three months was impossible. Xue Zhan had surely been investigating her more thoroughly all along, and now with the lead from Ling Jianwei, the remaining secrets likely wouldn't stay hidden for more than a few days.
Rather than wait for him to uncover it, she might as well expose herself willingly.
That evening, however, Xue Zhan didn't stay at his villa. He returned to the old Xue family residence to find Xue Zi'ang.
Zhao Yu had assumed that given Xue Zi'ang's temperament, he would despise her upon learning the truth, perhaps even want to kill her.
She had long envisioned the scene of him coming to confront her—furious, interrogating her, or forcing rough, aggressive sex upon her, even choking her while condemning her heartlessness...
In the end, all she heard was Xue Zhan telling her before he left that Xue Zi'ang was ill.
Monday arrived, and Zhao Yu went to work as usual. Xue Zhan, however, didn't appear at the office until the afternoon, looking utterly exhausted and clearly having rested poorly.
When delivering documents to him, Zhao Yu couldn't resist asking, "Is he alright?"
Xue Zhan looked at her expressionlessly. "What do you think?"
Zhao Yu couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "It seems Director Xue was the one who insisted on telling him the truth. How can that be blamed on me?"
Twisting right and wrong, making sophist arguments, and yet acting so self-righteous in the end.
Xue Zhan stared at her coldly for a long moment, then suddenly gave a low, bitter laugh, utterly self-mocking.
What she said was, in fact, not wrong.
After work, they returned to the villa together. The moment they stepped inside, Xue Zhan pinned her against the door, lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and without any foreplay, began shoving his still-soft member between her thighs.
This man, capable of calm composure in the face of anything, had finally broken his restraint because of her.
Zhao Yu smiled smugly. "Do you hate me, or do you hate yourself?"
Xue Zhan didn't answer. He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her, grinding hard against her lips, sucking forcefully on her tongue. Only when their bare private parts reacted from rubbing together did he thrust his hips forward and swiftly enter her.
It was as if they were locked in a contest. She clenched her inner walls, gripping him tightly, while he exerted all his strength, ramming wildly into her slick, wet passage, his hands grasping her breasts and kneading and squeezing them without mercy.
From against the door to the sofa, then to the bathroom, he pressed her down into various positions, sending her to climax again and again before releasing all his seed deep into her channel.
Zhao Yu, momentarily drained of strength, could do nothing but lean panting over the vanity counter. Looking at his face through the mirror, still clouded with lingering desire, she laughed. "It's you sleeping with me for three months, not me sleeping with you for three months. If Director Xue continues being this rough, I might extend three months to half a year."
Xue Zhan glanced at her indifferently, pulled her under the shower spray, and wordlessly began another round of fierce, relentless sex.
The next day followed the same pattern.
At the company, they maintained a normal superior-subordinate relationship. But the moment they returned to the villa, they resumed their endless, ceaseless sexual encounters.
Zhao Yu adored this version of him—losing his rationality, his face etched with undiluted rage. Dragging such a man down from his lofty pedestal was indeed deeply satisfying.
On the third morning, Xue Zhan brought Gu Shuyang to an industry summit. Only Gu Shuyang returned to the office afterwards.
At lunchtime, Zhao Yu received a call. Xue Zhan told her to return to the villa. She had barely stepped inside when she saw him sitting grim-faced on the sofa in the first-floor living room.
Zhao Yu walked in nonchalantly and laughed. "Calling me back at this hour? Director Xue really is insatiable."
Xue Zhan pointed at the table. "This thing—you should be familiar with it, don't you?"
Zhao Yu looked down. On the table lay a unfolded tissue, and on it rested a white pill—the daily birth control pill she took every day.
Seeing her expression shift sharply, Xue Zhan sneered. "Guess where I found it? On the toilet seat in the second-floor bedroom bathroom. Are you going to tell me you accidentally dropped it there while taking your pill? Since when did you start liking to take your medication in the bathroom?"
Zhao Yu stared blankly for a long moment before looking straight at him. "You're implying I deliberately deceived you—having you not wear a condom, having you finish inside me, scheming to conceive your child?"
"Isn't that it?" Xue Zhan abruptly stood and thrust the plastic pill pack he had been clutching into her face, staring at her coldly. "This—the one you deliberately showed me. The empty slots here—did you actually swallow them, or did you flush them down some drain?"
Looking at his furious expression, Zhao Yu let out a scornful laugh. "Self-righteous."
With that, she turned to leave, but he grabbed her and yanked her back.
The moment she collapsed against his chest, he pinched her jaws, pried her mouth open, and shoved an even larger pill inside.
She knew it was the morning-after pill. She had already taken it several times within the past year.
After swallowing the pill with difficulty, she looked at him and smiled, her voice slurred. "Satisfied?"
His eyes had long since reddened, and her eyes were likewise brimming with tears. But the smile never left her face, not even as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. She continued to regard him calmly, still smiling.
The grip pinching her cheeks slowly loosened. The force had been so strong that several red marks were left on her fair skin.
Xue Zhan felt that both the red marks and her current smile were unbearably piercing.
The next moment, he strode out without looking back, slamming the door behind him.
There was still a meeting to attend in the afternoon, and Xue Zhan arrived at the company just in time.
But the materials he needed for this meeting had been assigned to Zhao Yu to prepare, and now that woman was absent.
He could retrieve the materials from her computer, yet his heart remained anything but calm.
What kept flashing before his eyes was that tear-streaked smiling face of hers, and a coldness in her gaze he had never seen from her before.
A two-hour meeting, yet it felt excruciatingly long, as if two years had passed.
When the meeting ended, he couldn't resist leaving work early and returning to the villa. Yet the moment he pushed open the door, he was stunned by the scene before him.
Shattered glass, an overturned trash can, vomit all over the floor.
His heart suddenly clenched. Xue Zhan rushed upstairs in a few strides, threw open the bedroom door, and found it empty—no sign of anyone.
"Zhao Yu!" From the second floor to the third, and back down to the first, he called out several times, but no one answered.
An ominous foreboding instantly spread through his heart. He quickly took out his phone and dialed her number. It wasn't until the third attempt that the call finally connected.
"Hello?" It was an unfamiliar woman's voice.
Xue Zhan froze. Before he could speak, he heard the other side ask, "Are you Zhao Yu's family?"
His heartbeat seemed to skip a beat. Xue Zhan's voice began to tremble involuntarily. "I am... I'm her boyfriend. What happened to her?"
"She's at Ruijin Hospital right now. Her mental state isn't good. You need to come."
Before Xue Zhan could respond, the line went dead. When he rushed to the hospital and found Zhao Yu's ward, before he could even see her, he was stopped outside the door by a nurse.
"You're Zhao Yu's boyfriend?" It was the nurse who had answered Zhao Yu's phone.
Xue Zhan nodded. "What exactly happened to her? How is she?"
The nurse looked at him with anger in her eyes. "You forced her to take emergency contraception?"
Xue Zhan's face filled with shame as he glanced toward the ward.
Suppressing the urge to lash out at him, the nurse continued. "Did you know that she doesn't need to take birth control at all?"
Xue Zhan couldn't process her meaning for a moment. "What... what do you mean?"
"She suffered an accidental miscarriage four years ago with massive hemorrhaging and had her uterus removed. How could she ever get pregnant?"
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