novelraw Chapter 151 You Have No Heart
Chapter 151 You Have No Heart
Lu Xiran tried her best to hold back, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.
"What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this?"
Gu Yanshen's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, to explain something.
But he couldn't say anything.
What could he say?
He said he was afraid she would die? He said he couldn't bear losing her again? He said he'd rather she hate him for the rest of her life than have her take a bullet for him?
These words were stuck in my throat, like shards of glass; I couldn't say them, nor could I swallow them.
He could only stand there.
Listen to her questioning.
Listening to her sobs.
I could hear the sound of my own heart breaking.
"Just because I love you?"
Her voice finally broke completely.
"I love you so much, and this is how you treat me?"
Gu Yanshen closed his eyes.
He heard himself say:
"Yes." That single word was uttered with all his might, squeezed out from between his teeth. Like a knife, it was a stab into her heart, and into his own.
Lu Xiran was stunned.
"Your love feels like a burden to me." He said each word slowly and deliberately. Every word felt like a slow, agonizing torture.
Lu Xiran closed her eyes and said nothing more.
"Go back to Switzerland."
His voice came from afar, so softly it sounded like he was arranging something trivial, like he was saying the weather was nice today, like he was saying we should end this.
"Live well."
Don't get involved in these troubles anymore.
Don't take any more risks for me.
Stop taking bullets for me.
Don't let me experience the fear of almost losing you again.
Lu Xiran's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Gu Yanshen."
She called his name.
Not an older man.
It is Gu Yanshen.
Those three words were like a poisoned knife, piercing straight into the softest part of his heart.
He felt her slowly slipping away from his life. That feeling was more painful than any wound on his body.
"How many more times do you think you can push me away?"
Her voice was very soft, as if she were asking a question she already knew the answer to, as soft as a final farewell.
"Aren't you ever worried... that I'm really not coming back?"
Gu Yanshen clenched his back teeth until blood seeped from his gums. He had to use all his strength to keep standing there.
Lu Xiran.
He called her name.
"I'm not right for you. This overwhelming love is suffocating me."
Lu Xiran's back was trembling violently.
The trembling spread from his shoulders to his whole body, like fallen leaves in the wind, like flowers in a downpour, like the most heartbreaking scene he had ever seen.
She had her back to him and didn't say anything.
a long time.
It was long before the sky outside the window began to lighten.
So long that he thought she had fallen asleep.
Then her voice came through.
It's very light.
It's very light.
It was as if he had already accepted all of fate's arrangements.
"it is good."
she says.
"Don't worry. I can't move right now. I'll leave in the morning."
She paused.
"I'll try my best not to appear in front of you, and I won't cause you any more trouble."
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But he couldn't utter a single word.
"You should leave," Lu Xiran said in despair.
Gu Yanshen turned around and walked out of the room.
The moment the door closed, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.
He buried his face in his palms.
His shoulders were trembling violently.
No sound.
Only tears silently slipped through my fingers.
a drop.
Another drop.
It fell to the floor, leaving a small, dark stain.
Lu Xiran struggled to put on the clothes that Gu Yanshen had placed by the bedside.
Every time she raised an arm, every time she bent a knee, it was torture. The unseen wounds reawakened with the friction of the fabric, like countless tiny needles piercing her skin simultaneously. She gritted her teeth, moving slowly; she wanted to go back by herself.
But as soon as she stood up, her legs went weak. A sharp pain surged from deep within her body, and her vision went black. She collapsed back onto the edge of the bed.
When Lin Chen arrived, this was the scene he saw.
He ran over quickly.
Then he saw—
Those swollen, red eyes looked like they had been crying all night; their eyelids were so swollen they could barely open.
The clear, bluish-purple finger marks on his cheekbone stood out starkly against his pale skin.
The wounds, bite marks, and bruises exposed near the collarbone were shocking to behold.
Lu Xiran noticed his gaze and instinctively raised her hand to pull her collar up, covering the marks. The movement was quick, as if she were concealing something shameful.
Lin Chen stood there, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.
He understood everything.
He didn't speak.
He simply bent down and gently picked her up. He moved very lightly, settled her in the bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and then went to the side to dial Xue Jingyan's number.
Xue Jingyan paused for a few seconds when he saw Lu Xiran, then turned to Lin Chen and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Lin Chen did not answer.
"Who is it?" Xue Jingyan asked again.
Lin Chen's gaze could kill.
Xue Jingyan stopped speaking.
He gestured for the nurse to come forward.
The nurse was a young woman, and her movements were gentle, but when she lifted the blanket and saw the wounds, her hand paused for a moment. She pursed her lips and continued treating the wounds without saying a word.
Disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage.
The whole process was eerily quiet.
After finishing, the nurse came out of the bedroom, looked at Xue Jingyan, and shook her head.
The movement was very gentle.
But what she said made the temperature in the whole room drop several degrees:
"This... is too ruthless."
Xue Jingyan looked at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen stood by the window, his back to them, so his expression was not visible. But the knuckles of his hand, hanging at his side, were white, and the veins were bulging.
Xue Jingyan did not ask any further questions.
He asked the nurse to stay and keep Lu Xiran company.
Lin Chen arrived at the company at 3 p.m.
The door to the top-floor office was ajar. He pushed it open and saw Gu Yanshen sitting at his desk, pen in hand, signing documents.
He is working.
At that moment, he was actually working.
Lin Chen walked over.
Without any warning, without any opening remarks.
He threw a punch right away.
The punch landed squarely on Gu Yanshen's face, sending him sprawling to the side, his chair sliding half a meter. Gu Yanshen steadied himself and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand—there was blood.
He did not fight back.
He simply raised his head and looked at Lin Chen.
There was nothing in those eyes.
There was no anger, no guilt, no explanation.
There was only a chilling emptiness.
"You bastard!" He recalled the scene he had just witnessed: those swollen, red eyes, and those shocking wounds.
Gu Yanshen did not speak.
Do you know how badly she was injured?
His voice began to tremble.
"Do you know she can't even stand up?"
He took a step forward, getting closer to Gu Yanshen.
"Did you know she had a high fever?"
Gu Yanshen's eyelashes fluttered.
Only once.
But he still didn't say anything.
"Gu Yanshen."
Lin Chen called his name.
There was a disappointment in that voice that I had never felt before.
"You have no heart."