The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 483 - 482: Tied Hearts: Yu Wei Side Story (7)
"Ah Yu, what’s wrong?"
Song Wei hurriedly stepped forward to check on Jun Yu.
But Jun Yu was trapped in a nightmare, couldn’t hear anything, and couldn’t wake up on his own. Her words couldn’t reach him.
"Ah Yu?"
Song Wei moved closer, grabbed Jun Yu’s hand that was under the quilt, and shook him, but it seemed her grip was too light, barely effective, and Jun Yu still didn’t wake up after a while.
"Help..." Jun Yu continued to cry for help.
Anxious, Song Wei lightly slapped Jun Yu’s face; it wasn’t working, so she did it harder.
She slapped down hard, even hurting her own hand, and Jun Yu finally woke up from his nightmare. Yet fear still lingered in his eyes.
At that moment, Jun Yu desperately wanted a lifeline.
Conveniently, Song Wei was right beside him.
He pulled Song Wei into his arms, as if finding some comfort amidst his anguish, holding her tightly as though she were a relief from the hell he’d been trapped in.
Song Wei, seeing this, knew he had no intention of offending her, just that he was too scared and needed emotional support.
She didn’t push Jun Yu away, allowing him to hold her for a long time.
Hua Hua couldn’t wait any longer and went back to sleep.
She patted Jun Yu’s back gently, like comforting a child, trying to soothe him and ease his fear.
When Jun Yu’s heartbeat slowed down and he became a bit more awake, he released his life-saving straw, then belatedly realized he might have done something improper towards the lady.
"Miss Song, I, I..." He covered his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, and explained, "I lost my mind just now and offended you. Please forgive me."
At that moment, Song Wei felt like there was a strange, invisible yet very real tension in the air.
Song Wei’s face grew slightly warm. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
She stood up, took two steps back, and said nonchalantly, "I understand, Ah Yu, there’s no need for you to explain."
"That’s good." Jun Yu replied.
Song Wei: "Since you’re okay now, rest well. I’ll be leaving."
"Song Wei..."
Jun Yu wanted to thank Song Wei, but for some reason, Song Wei left very quickly, as if someone was chasing her, and she disappeared before he could say thanks.
Jun Yu thought he would thank Song Wei in person the next day.
...
After returning, Song Wei’s mind was in turmoil, filled with all sorts of jumbled thoughts.
The man’s warm breath that surrounded her, and those strong arms that embraced her... It was all something she’d never experienced before, yet curiously novel.
Her heart was inexplicably tugged by something, making her unable to fall asleep.
She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Not until dawn did she manage to sleep for a bit.
But the messy thoughts in her mind lingered, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she would face Jun Yu after that night, how she could avoid losing her composure in front of him.
She pondered for most of the day but couldn’t figure it out.
"Forget it, let’s not think about it, just go for a walk."
To suppress the chaotic thoughts and calm herself, Song Wei got up, tidied herself, and went outside for a walk.
When Jun Yu came to knock on Song Wei’s door, planning to have breakfast with her, he didn’t find her, only Hua Hua who was tidying up.
"Where’s your Miss?" Jun Yu asked.
Hua Hua replied, "I don’t know what’s up with my Miss today. Early in the morning, without having breakfast, she just went out for a walk."
Jun Yu asked again, "Did your Miss sleep well last night?"
"Not well." Hua Hua shook her head and said, "Since she returned from your room, she’s been a bit off, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep until dawn."
"... I see." Jun Yu fiddled with the Jade Ring on his thumb, his expression inscrutable, giving no hint of his thoughts.
After a long pause, he said to Hua Hua, "Let me know when your Miss comes back."
"Okay." Hua Hua willingly agreed.
But Jun Yu waited for a whole day, and Song Wei still hadn’t returned.
Jun Yu thought that his offense last night had scared Song Wei, so she didn’t want to see him for the time being and was avoiding him.
In his courtesy, he didn’t ask when Song Wei would return, nor where she was now. He gave Song Wei the time and space to deal with this matter.
He planned to wait until the awkwardness between them had faded to talk about it.
Little did he know, this time he gave Song Wei to sort things out was what led him to miss the best opportunity to bring her back.
Song Wei walked aimlessly down the street, her mind fuzzy, which made her forget to avoid the Song Family.
She was spotted by Song Family members, and Mr. Song sent people to capture her back.
...
Ever since Song Wei secretly left the Song Family, everyone had been searching for her.
They had been searching for months, and as Song Wei’s wedding day with that official approached, she was still nowhere to be found.
The Song Family had taken the betrothal gifts and benefits but couldn’t produce the bride. The whole family was on the verge of going mad.
Mr. Song kept a close watch on the searches and sent as many people as he could to look for her.
With great effort, he finally managed to bring Song Wei back home.
In the expansive flower hall of the Song Family,
Mr. Song and Madam Song sat solemnly at the high seat, while Song Wei knelt on the ground, held by two servants, with her two elder sisters standing by, watching her like a joke.
Mr. Song, full of rage, slammed the table loudly, "Song Wei, you just ran off without thinking of your father? I’m your real father, yet you disgraced me by running away from marriage. How could I show my face if this gets out?"
Madam Song said, "You worthless thing, just like your deceased mother, an embarrassment."
Miss Song said, "Third Sister, why can’t you just listen to father and mother? Marry properly with glory, and everyone will be happy."
The second Miss said, "Third Sister, you’ve hidden yourself well these days, giving father and mother a hard time. You’re so thoughtless and unfilial."
After being brought back, Song Wei knelt there with a lifeless expression, saying nothing.
She was utterly despondent and resigned to her fate.
Heaven wasn’t on her side, and she was doomed to marry an old squire against her will.
Yet all those around her wouldn’t let her go. They criticized, insulted, and mocked her endlessly, even dragging up her deceased mother.
All she had done was run away from a wedding, not wanting to marry an old man, hardly a grave sin.
But their attitude made it seem like she’d committed some major atrocity, like murder or arson, deserving to be collectively denounced.
