NOVPUBChapter 242: 242, Bastard, go to hell!
Chapter 242: 242, Bastard, go to hell!
When Song Qinghuan woke up the next day, she felt a dull ache all over her body. Despite the pain, she didn’t feel tired, but rather a strange sense of comfort. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. It was still early; the alarm for work hadn’t rung yet.
She had planned to avoid Yihan as much as possible, maybe even skip work.
But then she realized she shouldn’t have to. After all, she wasn’t the one who did anything wrong. Why should she, the victim, hide from him?
If anyone should be hiding, it was him.
After she finished freshening up and changing her clothes, Song Qinghuan decided to quickly eat breakfast then go to the drugstore to get emergency contraception.
Descending the stairs, she saw Shi Yihan sitting at the dining table, perusing the international finance news as he did every morning.
Aunt He had come into work today, so the breakfast spread on the table was her handiwork.
Song Qinghuan didn’t spare him a glance, showing no intention to join him for breakfast. Without hesitation, she turned and headed towards the entrance of the house.
He was engrossed in reading the news, but he knew she had come downstairs. The moment she turned to leave, he sternly commanded, “Stop right there!”
His voice was deep, magnetic, and cold – two words full of authority and arrogance that invaded her eardrums, taking control of her mind.
She froze in her tracks as if under some sort of control, but quickly snapped out of it, inwardly cursing her weakness. She continued onward, demonstrating absolutely no intention of acknowledging Shi Yihan.
She was appalled at how he acted so nonchalantly the morning after, as if nothing happened, showing not an ounce of compassion or remorse for her.
She was hurt, she despised him, and she couldn’t help but feel waves of loathing crashing over her.
Shi Yihan calmly lowered his newspaper, watching her retreating figure in silence. His handsome face, shrouded in morning sunlight, wore an unpenetrable expression, cold and aloof as always.
Suddenly, he stood up and strode towards Song Qinghuan.
Just as Song Qinghuan straightened up after putting on her shoes, a pair of arms ensnared her, pulling her close.
She didn’t need to look back to know who it was.
Song Qinghuan’s eyes reddened, and tears welled up. She put her hand on his shoulder, pushing him away, “Don’t touch me…”
She was visibly agitated, “I hate you.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid of you hating me,” Shi Yihan replied indifferently, his eyes as calm as ever.
He always appeared so serene whenever she saw him alone, completely unaffected by everything, always maintaining his cold aloof demeanor.
When she told him not to touch her, he complied, no longer forcing himself on her.
His response, combined with his nonchalant demeanor, felt like a nail in the coffin for Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan was at a loss for words to express her rage.
He had forced himself on her and he could act like nothing had happened, just like before.
Even when faced with her hatred, he didn’t seem to care.
What was his heart made of? What kind of people or things could stir any emotions in him?
The room started to freeze over in an eerie silence.
Shi Yihan quietly looked at Song Qinghuan, while she, like a leaf trembling in a storm, glared back at him.
She didn’t find any words to express her anger, but she couldn’t bear not to retort.
“Bastard, go to hell!” She stared at Shi Yihan with pure hatred, cursing him vehemently.
After unleashing her tirade, a sense of vindictive satisfaction welled up in her as she made her swift exit.
(PS: I’m feeling under the weather these days. I intended to take a quick nap after updating three chapters but ended up oversleeping. I’ll make up for the three chapters either today or tomorrow. My dear readers, please remember to bundle up and keep warm, as catching a cold in winter is really uncomfortable.)
