Chapter 8 "You will never leave me in this life."
Even though she has to return to Ji's house every night, Wen Li is still very happy to see the sunshine again these days. However, Ji Tingyang's words imprisoned her in a cage again.
Those who have seen the light always find it difficult to bear the darkness.
Although Wen Li has a soft temper, she lost her temper after Ji Tingyang left and smashed everything in the room.
I don’t even want to eat dinner.
The butler came down from upstairs with the intact dinner plate, and said to Ji Tingyang tremblingly: "Miss Wen won't open the door."
Ji Tingyang had a cold face, and he stood up coldly, his chair on the marble Scratching, it made a sharp and piercing sound.
The atmosphere in the living room condensed into ice, as if falling into an ice cellar, shuddering.
The nannies and housekeepers around me did not dare to show off their arrogance and tried their best to reduce their presence.
Ji Tingyang walked towards Wen Li's door. He turned the door handle but didn't push it. It was locked inside.
Before he could say anything, something was smashed into the door. There was a crash and the pieces fell to the floor.
“Get away!”
Wen Li roared hysterically with a choked voice.
"Tell Ji Tingyang, unless he lets me go out tomorrow, I will go on a hunger strike!"
Ji Tingyang closed his lips that were about to speak, half sideways in the shadow of the light, The dark pupils became darker and more sinister.
He said to the housekeeper next to him: "Since she wants to go on a hunger strike, then as she wishes, no one is allowed to give her food!"
After saying that, he turned and went downstairs.
In less than a moment, the roar of a car sounded in the garage, and it drove out of the villa and drifted away.
In the private room in the club, several men happily toasted to Ji Tingyang.
"Mr. Ji didn't stay at home with the beauty today, but invited us out for a drink. It's really rare."
Everyone in the circle knew that Ji Tingyang kept a velvet flower at home. He was so obsessed with it that he rarely went to the company, as if he was afraid that it would escape, and he would guard it at home all day long.
Ji Tingyang ignored their jokes and didn't care how strong the wine on the table was. He picked it up and poured it into his mouth.
The burning sensation spread from his sore throat to his stomach and then to his whole body, as if this could numb the pain in his heart.
Ji Tingyang's expression gradually fell into a trance, and the exclamations of good drinking in his ears disappeared, and he seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he first met Wenli.
He was 16 years old at that time, nine years after his parents died. Considering their father's huge wealth, their aunt and uncle reluctantly adopted the three siblings.
But it is only to give them a mouthful of food to prevent them from starving to death, and there is nothing more.
Every morning, before the driver takes them to school, Ji Tingyang will see his aunt stroking his son's head lovingly, then wishing him a happy and safe day, and kissing him on the cheek when he is happy.
Every time he saw this scene, Ji Tingyang would always miss his mother's gentle appearance, and the sourness in his heart would surge. He would feel the corners of his eyes turning red, and he would look away hastily.
My aunt's son is particularly disgusted with the three of them staying in his house, and will always target them intentionally or unintentionally.
At home, he would be a little restrained, but outside, he would be unscrupulous.
After school was over at noon that day, Ji Tingyang was dragged into the corner of the teaching building by his cousin and punched and kicked.
Although Ji Tingyang is thin, it is easy for him to fight back, but he cannot.
Because once he resisted, his cousin would do more to get it back from his younger brothers and sisters at home, so Ji Tingyang could only bear it silently.
It doesn't matter, he is already used to it. When he becomes an adult, he will take back his family's inheritance and move out with his younger siblings, and everything will get better.
Ji Tingyang was so comforting that it numbed himself. His vision gradually became blurred, and his mind became confused.
"What are you doing! If you don't stop, I will call the teacher!"
A voice as sweet as a clear spring sounded, with a subtle tremor in it. The girl who looked much younger than her was obviously scared, but she stood up bravely.
“Stop meddling in other people’s business, or I’ll beat you up too.” The cousin said fiercely.
The little girl nervously clutched the bag on her schoolbag, "I told the teacher just now, he will come to catch you soon!"
Although it is shameful to sue the teacher, it is useful.
Teachers have a natural deterrent effect on students. He hesitated for a few seconds, turned around and ran away.
Seeing the little girl's quietly relieved look, Ji Tingyang knew that what she said was a lie.
He slowly got up from the ground, covering his bruised arm, and walked step by step to the school gate.
The little girl chirped behind him, "Hey, I helped you, didn't you even say thank you?"
"Your hand is injured, do you want to go back like this? Your family will be worried."
Ji Tingyang was stunned for a moment, thinking of his brother and sister, a trace of hesitation finally appeared on his expressionless face.
The little girl bit her lip, mustered up her courage for the second time, and pulled him to the side of the stone stairs to sit down. Then he took out a few band-aids from his bag and put them on his wounds.
Ji Tingyang did not move, letting her play with her, and his attention was attracted by the mother and son on the roadside.
The little boy pointed to an ice cream shop and pulled on his mother's clothes to act coquettishly, as if he wanted to eat ice cream.
The mother knelt down and didn't know what she said to him, which made the little boy laugh frequently and stopped begging for ice cream.
The mother gently touched the little boy's head, as if praising him for being good. The little boy looked shy and had a blush on his cheeks.
Ji Tingyang's hand drooped at his side clenched into a fist involuntarily. His mother's appearance had begun to blur, and even the warm feeling in his memory when his mother touched him was blurred.
He tried his best to remember, wanted to remember this warm love, wanted to hold on to it and never let it go...
Suddenly.
A small hand fell on his head and rubbed it, it was this warm feeling...
Ji Tingyang raised his head, his dark pupils tightened, staring at the little girl in front of him.
The little girl was startled by the gloomy eyes. She retracted her hand fearfully and carefully explained, "I saw that you were staring over there with envy. I thought you also wanted others to touch your head, so Just..."
Could she have got it wrong?
So embarrassing.
Ji Tingyang stood up and grabbed her wrist hard, causing her to hiss softly in pain.
He opened his mouth, pulling on his vocal cords that had not spoken for a long time, and uttered the first words she heard with difficulty.
"What's your name?"
"Wen... Wenli."
In the blink of an eye, the lonely and injured boy grew up and turned into a sinister and terrifying man. The man imprisoned her in a gorgeous villa.
He grabbed her hands, raised them above her head, leaned down, and confined her to the bed.
The other hand with sharp bones was pinching her neck, his eyes full of paranoia and persistence, clinging to her like a demon.
"Wenli, never think of leaving me in this life."