Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 337: Deciding Not to Have Children (2)
"No, I never thought of calling the police, really, I just wanted to stay at a friend’s place for a day. Once you’ve calmed down, I’ll come back." Chen Wenyu lowered her voice, not daring to be confrontational anymore.
"No! You must stay here."
"No, I have to leave."
Chen Wenyu said firmly. As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled down the door handle and opened the door. Just then, Song Guotao suddenly ran towards her. Now in a panic, Chen Wenyu hurriedly ran outside.
A chase ensued, this was a test of speed!
Chen Wenyu ran straight to the elevator, but unfortunately, the elevator was moving up. Even though she pressed the button several times, the doors remained shut. This way was blocked; she needed to find another way. Chen Wenyu quickly turned and ran towards the stairwell.
"Stop!"
While she was running, Song Guotao’s shout came from behind her, frightening Chen Wenyu and making her heart pound. She sped up, running even faster.
But no matter how fast she was, she couldn’t outrun Song Guotao! Firstly, men naturally have better athletic abilities, making them faster. Secondly, she had wasted some time running to the elevator, giving him the chance to catch up.
The distance was getting closer!
Chen Wenyu glanced back and saw the fierce expression on Song Guotao’s face as he closed in on her. Overwhelmed by terror, her legs weakened, and she stumbled, almost falling.
"Let’s see where you can run to now!"
As soon as Chen Wenyu slowed down, Song Guotao caught up to her. She had just regained her balance when he grabbed the collar of her shirt from behind. An icy voice whispered in her ear, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably!
"Guotao, please let me go, I’m begging you." Chen Wenyu pleaded, trembling, her attitude utterly humble.
"Begging me?" Song Guotao sneered coldly and then said through gritted teeth, "I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it."
"I... I know I was wrong. I’m sorry, Guotao. Everything I did was because I love you. I love you so much that I couldn’t bear to lose you. Can you understand how I feel?"
Tears streamed down Chen Wenyu’s swollen cheeks once again as she spoke. Her heart was a maelstrom of emotions: sadness, resentment, but above all, fear! Desperate to escape Song Guotao’s grasp, she had no choice but to humble herself and placate him.
"Still trying to play tricks?" Song Guotao’s cold laugh and sinister eyes made Chen Wenyu dare not look at him directly.
"I... I’m not." Chen Wenyu tried her best to suppress the feeling of guilt inside her, but her lips trembled uncontrollably as she spoke.
"Still trying to deceive me! Do you think I’m an idiot?" Song Guotao said through clenched teeth.
"I really..."
"Shut up!" Chen Wenyu tried to explain, but Song Guotao grew impatient. He reached his hand to her neck and forcefully covered her mouth.
"Just give up. There are very few people around at this time. Even if you try to stall, no one will come to take you away!"
"Mmm mmm..."
Hearing that, Chen Wenyu’s eyes widened in horror. She wanted to struggle, but could only make faint, helpless sounds of resistance as she found herself unable to move.
Song Guotao, tall and strong, easily dragged and pulled Chen Wenyu back into the house.
"Still want to run?" Song Guotao pushed Chen Wenyu onto the sofa, standing over her, he looked down and interrogated her.
"..." Chen Wenyu bit her lip, saying nothing, only shaking her head repeatedly.
"Still dare to hit me?" Song Guotao asked menacingly.
"..." Chen Wenyu remained silent, her eyes filled with fear as she continued to shake her head.
"Damn it, are you mute? Can’t you speak?" Song Guotao’s forehead still hurt from the ashtray she had thrown at him. The memory fueled his anger, and without warning, he kicked towards her stomach.
"No! You can’t kill our baby!" The moment Song Guotao lifted his foot, Chen Wenyu quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach, shouting and trying to dodge.
She reacted so quickly that Song Guotao’s foot missed its target, landing on her buttocks instead.
"Damn!"
Frustrated by his failed kick, Song Guotao roared furiously, then bent down, grabbed her hair, and yanked her off the sofa. "Let me tell you once again, I don’t want this kid, so he must die!"
Must die!
The dire words echoed in Chen Wenyu’s mind, numbing her senses. She felt no more pain, only a chilling hopelessness.
"I agree, I’ll abort the baby." Chen Wenyu said softly, her face ashen.
Hearing this, Song Guotao was momentarily stunned, then he released his grip on her hair and said, "Then go now."
"Ha, ha ha." Chen Wenyu leaned feebly against the sofa and suddenly let out a hollow laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Stop laughing! It looks awful, stop it!" Song Guotao placed his hands on his hips, yelling angrily.
"I’m happy, so I laugh." Chen Wenyu laughed coldly, her eyes vacant and bottomless, as if her soul had already died.
"Crazy woman!" Song Guotao glanced at her, muttering curses with disdain before turning to adjust his clothes, ignoring her.
Yes, she was indeed crazy, to have thought of entrusting her future happiness to this sick and cold-blooded man!
Chen Wenyu mocked herself silently, then in despair, she closed her eyes, gently stroking her swollen belly, silently apologizing: Baby, I’m sorry! I was useless, I couldn’t protect you well!
"Stop pretending to be dead! Get up now, we’re going to the hospital."
After adjusting his disheveled clothes and washing his face in the bathroom, Song Guotao came back out, seeing Chen Wenyu still slumped on the sofa with her eyes closed. Instantly irritated again, he shouted at her harshly.
"If I don’t want to die, why pretend!" I still want to live to see your retribution! Chen Wenyu slowly opened her eyes. Outwardly calm, inwardly she harbored an intense hatred for Song Guotao.
"Stop wasting my time, you have ten minutes, go put on some makeup!"
Makeup?
Hearing this, Chen Wenyu couldn’t help but laugh coldly in disdain and said, "That’s not necessary."
"I said go, so go! Don’t be ungrateful!"
"You beat me like this; can makeup fix it? If you were worried about what people would say, you shouldn’t have hit me just now!" Chen Wenyu stood up, glaring at Song Guotao as she retorted.
