Chapter 76 Before We Officially Break Up…

Chapter 76 Before We Officially Break Up...

Hearing Shi Yu's words, Lin Yao's tear-stained eyes trembled slightly, and even her tears stopped flowing.

Clearly, she was startled.

Perhaps due to the emotional atmosphere, Shi Yu's gaze was deeper and more intense than usual, fixed unwaveringly on her.

Shi Yu knew this method always worked.

Although his little green tea was soft and delicate like water, usually when he said something like this, she would be too scared to cry anymore.

As if she feared what he might do to her.

But this time, Lin Yao only paused for half a second before her red, tearful eyes welled up again with tears.

Her hands clung even more tightly around his neck, her body trembling as she held onto him, afraid of sliding down. She sobbed softly, "I'm already like this, and you're still bullying me..."

"I... I don't want to cry..."

"It's so embarrassing..."

"But I can't control it..."

Tears flowed uncontrollably, her chest filled with sorrow and disappointment.

It was a feeling of regret, of melancholy, of realizing she couldn't fight fate.

It was the pain of having to give up the person she loved, watching him end up with someone else while pretending to be carefree, believing she could gracefully step back, but finding out she couldn't.

Lin Yao had always thought that when this day came, she would be able to let go, smiling as she said goodbye to Shi Yu.

After all, she knew from the beginning that everything she had now was fake.

It was a brief moment of happiness she found by exploiting the loopholes in the original plotline.

From the moment she decided to follow her heart, the young girl knew this day would come.

The clock would strike twelve eventually.

The pumpkin carriage would turn back into a pumpkin, the splendid dress would become rags, and Shi Yu would meet his true destiny.

Tears flowed uncontrollably like a burst river.

Her face flushed red, her eyelashes adorned with strings of tears, her small face buried in Shi Yu's shoulder as she bit her red lips, trying to hold back her sobs, but only making them harder to suppress.

Shi Yu held her in his arms, patting her back. Since scaring her didn't work, he had to comfort her quickly.

"Be good, stop crying..."

"Tell me what happened, okay..."

He kissed her lips gently, his deep, hoarse voice soothing.

"Baby, if you keep crying, my heart will break..."

H-husband?

Lin Yao lifted her tear-filled, red eyes, her pupils trembling with shock and surprise.

H-how could he say that...

"W-who said you're my husband..." She choked, her voice hoarse from crying, her weak, cat-like voice touching his heart.

They were about to break up.

They weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend anymore.

How could he...

"If not husband, then what?" He lifted her slightly with his large hand, deliberately lowering his voice, "Baby, call me husband."

Lin Yao was stunned by the intimacy in his eyes just then.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Shi Yu carried her out.

At this moment, everyone in the school was inside watching the performance, leaving the grand hall's entrance empty except for the tall, slender man carrying the girl down the steps.

Shi Yu's long legs stepped on the stairs, his shadow stretching long under the hall's lights.

Outside the hall, a black Rolls-Royce was already parked.

Lin Yao was still reeling from the impact of that term.

Before they even mentioned breaking up, how could he use such an intimate term to complicate their relationship further?

Yet her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Especially when Shi Yu whispered 'call me husband' in her ear, his voice hoarse, it struck her deeply.

Her eyes reddened again, her heart filled with a mix of sadness and pain.

"Not calling..." She bit her lip, shaking her head, her hands clinging tighter around his neck, wiping her tears on his neck, "Can't call..."

They were about to break up, why call him anything.

She felt even more heartbroken, burying her face in his neck, her muffled, cat-like voice coming from his embrace.

Shi Yu's gaze darkened, holding the girl more securely, kissing her forehead tenderly.

He turned his head and opened the car door, only wanting to take his treasure to a place where she could feel safe. The moment the car door closed, a figure emerged from the hall.

The black luxury car started up and drove away on the tree-lined road outside the hall.

He Yan stood there on the steps of the hall, his jaw slightly tense. His light almond eyes revealed no more emotion than usual. His face was cold as he watched the black luxury car leave.

He finally saw the owner of that car.

And finally knew who the young man was who had held an umbrella for Lin Yao on that rainy day.

It was none other than Shi Yu, the eldest grandson of the richest family, the Shi family.

Thinking about it this way, many of the strange things before seemed reasonable.

When the show ended earlier, He Yan didn't know why he appeared backstage.

It was as if fate had led him there, wanting to see the girl who couldn't control her tears on stage.

Never before had he felt such an urge to comfort someone, which led him backstage, only to find her gone.

The girl had long since left.

He lost interest in the rest of the performance.

Feeling dispirited, he left the hall, only to witness an unexpected scene at the entrance.

No wonder she treated him that way.

With the eldest grandson of the Shi family backing her, she indeed didn't need to please or care about him; he had been overly arrogant.

But now, He Yan became even more curious.

How did such a seemingly soft yet stubborn girl, who refused to please others, manage to get the eldest grandson of the Shi family to be with her?

Or perhaps, in simpler terms, how long could she stay by his side?

*

The car drove for a long time.

Unlike the usual short ride to the apartment, it headed towards the outskirts instead.

But Lin Yao paid no attention to the road outside.

After crying silently in Shi Yu's arms for a while, she gradually calmed down under his low, patient soothing voice.

The girl knew she had lost control.

She hadn't expected that singing a song just to fill in would make her feel so deeply and lose control like this.

Embarrassed, she sniffled and wiped her tears. "I... I can sit... myself..."

She took a deep breath, deciding that today was the day to lay everything out.

Some things, no matter how much one tried to avoid them, couldn't change the outcome.

She quietly told herself that she had to face it, Lin Yao.

"Why don't you like being held by your husband?" Seeing her emotions stabilize, Shi Yu's eyes filled with affection. He couldn't help but lift her chin and kiss her bitten lip tenderly.

"I don't like it." Lin Yao turned her face away, avoiding him.

Shi Yu's hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, paused imperceptibly when she turned away.

But his expression remained unchanged. His long, narrow eyes looked at her, and he said in a deep voice, "Then don't call me husband."

"It's not about calling you or not," Lin Yao felt something lightly pierce her heart. She lifted her face, her red eyes looking at him. "Shi Yu, you should understand what I mean."

She knew what kind of person Shi Yu was.

With his brilliant mind, how could he not understand the implications of her words?

"Baby, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Shi Yu hugged her back, his hands firmly around her slender waist, pulling her back onto his lap.

His unusually calm and deep eyes now became dark and obscure, with a hint of red at the corners.

"Are you tired from crying?" He forcibly kept her in his embrace, pressing her head against his shoulder. He tilted his head and kissed her lips gently. "It's okay, we'll be there soon. Baby, rest a bit, I'll hold you."

"Shi Yu, I don't want you to hold me... mmn..."

Her lower lip was bitten hard.

A deep, vengeful kiss followed.

Then a series of kisses trailed down her slender neck, his hands tightening around her waist.

Her long, pale neck was forced to arch back, trembling uncontrollably from the kisses. Her legs hung weakly around him, her body bent under his touch.

Whenever he sensed she might say the word 'separate,' he always used this method to stop her.

Lin Yao's brain went blank from the kisses, her limbs weakened from lack of oxygen, leaving her without any strength to resist.

On any other day, she might have been forcibly held in his embrace, her brain fogged and forgetful from his kisses.

But after that intense cry, she realized even more clearly the gap between them.

Better a quick, sharp pain than a lingering one.

Her fingertips clung tightly to Shi Yu's shoulders, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Ugh... Mmm...

No more, Shi Yu... Let go...

Stop kissing me, don't lick, mm...

"Slap—"

A heavy slap landed on the man's sharply defined cheek.

As the sound of the slap echoed, the previously intimate and intense backseat suddenly fell silent.

Lin Yao’s eyes were red as she looked at her slightly trembling palm and his cheek where the imprint of her fingers was clearly visible.

She vaguely remembered that the last time she got drunk, she had also slapped Shi Yu in a daze.

But the circumstances then were completely different from now.

Back then, she was drunk and knew nothing; now, she was perfectly sober.

Lin Yao couldn’t stop trembling, her voice laced with tears: "I... I didn't mean to... I told you to stop..."

The young girl’s eyes were filled with tears, her beautiful deer-like eyes looking at him with tension and fear, concern and guilt in their depths.

She bit her lip, her red dress was in disarray, the hem already lifted up, the straps hanging down, and her neck and chest marked by his touches.

"Does your hand hurt, baby?"

But Shi Yu merely used the tip of his tongue to nonchalantly press against the inside of his cheek, then took her still trembling right hand and kissed her palm.

It was a scorching kiss.

So hot that Lin Yao’s fingertips involuntarily curled inward, wanting to pull away.

"In the future, if you’re angry, don’t use your own hand."

Shi Yu’s gaze darkened as he firmly held her palm and pulled it towards him, trailing kisses along her hand, arm, shoulder, neck, face, and lips.

Ugh... Lin Yao felt like crying from his kisses.

It was a mix of heartache, sadness, confusion, powerlessness, and perhaps also grievance and guilt, an indescribable complexity of emotions.

She trembled uncontrollably in his embrace but dared not move, feeling that the Shi Yu before her was both unfamiliar and crazy.

"Knock knock—"

At this moment, Li Jun’s knocking came from the partition.

Before pressing the button to open the small window, Shi Yu helped Lin Yao adjust her collar and straps, smoothing out her dress that had been lifted earlier.

His expression was emotionless, his eyes cold and unreadable, as he held the girl in his arms and pressed the entire partition down.

Li Jun: "Young Master, we’ve arrived."

Only then did Lin Yao realize that their car had entered a vast estate.

The car was parked outside the gate of a villa complex.

Surprise flashed in her eyes; where had he brought her?

Shi Yu held her hand, "Come on, let’s get out."

"Wait, wait..." She held onto him, "I’m not getting out with you, I want to go back to school."

She had come tonight to break up with him.

If she entered that villa, how could she break up with him?

Based on Shi Yu’s actions in the car just now, he... he would devour her whole.

Shi Yu turned around, his icy gaze fixed on her, pausing for half a second before speaking in a cold, deep voice: "Lin Yao, you promised not to go back this weekend."

Lin Yao: "...”