klisemfg Chapter 83 You Are My Salvation
Chapter 83 You Are My Salvation
There was no warmth in Zhao Da Kuang's eyes, only a smug enjoyment of the dark atmosphere.
It seemed that only in such an environment could he feel his true self.
The servants stood respectfully on both sides, trembling with fear, in a single line to greet them.
They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to make a sound.
But Zhao Da Kuang acted as if he didn't see them at all, his face expressionless, and strode forward indifferently.
His steps were firm and powerful, each step carrying an irresistible majesty.
Only a series of cold footsteps echoed in the darkness, like a countdown to death.
In the bedroom, a huge bed takes up most of the space, and all the decorations on the bed are black.
There was only one huge bed in the bedroom.
The bedding was all black—black sheets, black blankets, black pillows—giving off a mysterious yet oppressive atmosphere.
The blackness seemed to be an extension of the darkness in Zhao Da Kuang's heart, shrouding the entire bed in a gloomy atmosphere.
Hot water was already filled in the bathtub next to it, and the steam rising from it blurred the surrounding air.
The rising steam, under the dim light, was dreamlike and ethereal, like a mist from another world.
Zhao Da Kuang slowly took off his clothes.
His physique is perfect, with smooth and strong muscle lines.
Every muscle looks like it's been forged from steel, exuding power.
His bronze skin gleamed under the light, exuding masculinity.
He had several faint scars on his body, like medals recording his past battles and glories.
He stepped into the bathtub, the hot water instantly engulfing his body, creating ripples that mirrored the turmoil in his heart.
A rare hint of relaxation appeared on his usually stern face.
Lying in the bathtub, he slowly closed his eyes and rested his hand on the edge of the tub.
Su Yingxue's face appeared in his mind; she was the only splash of color in his dark world.
"Yingxue, you are my salvation, the only light in this endless darkness."
No matter the cost, I will take you away from this darkness and make you belong only to me.
Those who hurt you, I will make them pay a thousand times, ten thousand times the price.
I will use my own methods to earn your trust and make you understand that I am the only person in this world who can protect you.
My devotion to you is unparalleled; I will stop at nothing, even if it means going against the entire world.
He made a silent vow in his heart, his eyes revealing a kind of madness, a domineering power that ran deep in his bones.
……
The ward was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
The old patriarch of the Su family lay quietly on his hospital bed, the lines and numbers on various medical instruments flashing and jumping, as if telling a story of the fragility of life. Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue sat by the bedside, their brows furrowed, their eyes filled with worry.
Nurses occasionally walk by in the corridor outside the ward.
They walked briskly, their white nurses' uniforms standing out under the lights, adding a touch of busyness to the somewhat somber ward.
The nurses would occasionally enter the ward to carefully check on the old man's condition, record data, adjust the equipment, and then quietly leave.
After Zhao Dakuang left in a hurry, Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue became suspicious.
Su Yingxue's eyes were full of suspicion: "Zhengchu, don't you think Zhao Dakang is strange? Who exactly is he?"
Tan Zhengchu laughed and said, "Isn't he your relative? You should know that!"
Su Yingxue frowned and said, "I'm not sure if he's a relative of the Su family. His behavior is too strange, and the way he looks at people is always so fierce, as if he's hiding countless secrets."
Tan Zhengchu held Su Yingxue's hand and patted it gently: "Don't worry, baby. Tomorrow, go ask your second uncle, Su Zhijian, and verify Zhao Da Kuang's identity with him. Make sure you get to the bottom of this."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly in agreement.
She was so tired that she leaned against Tan Zhengchu's chest, her fingers unconsciously stroking the buttons on his shirt.
Her eyes looked tired, but in Tan Zhengchu's arms, she felt a sense of security: "Zhengchu, with you by my side, I feel much better."
Tan Zhengchu hugged Su Yingxue tightly, but his gaze was fixed on the direction Zhao Dakang had left in, as if deep in thought: "Yingxue, I always felt that there was something wrong with the way Zhao Dakang looked at you. There seemed to be some special emotion in it, but he hid it very quickly, it was just a fleeting glance. But no matter what, with me here, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Su Yingxue replied vaguely, "Really? I just think his eyes are scary."
As night deepened, Tan Zhengchu gently stroked Su Yingxue's hair: "You should get some sleep. I'll stay here and watch over you. I'll stand guard outside the ward to protect you and the old man's safety. You can sleep peacefully."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly, a relieved smile appearing on her lips, and gradually fell asleep in Tan Zhengchu's warm embrace.
Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Tan Zhengchu's gaze became even more determined.
He gently got up, walked outside the ward, and stood there quietly, looking at the night view of Shenzhen, as if he was thinking about something.
……
The next day, as dawn broke, Tan Zhengchu's phone rang urgently, like a death knell.
There was an urgent matter at the company; he needed to go back to sign a contract for a project.
Tan Zhengchu frowned, looked at Su Yingxue who was still sleeping, and felt reluctant to part with her.
In the end, he gritted his teeth, hurriedly left the ward, and rushed to the company.
At this moment, the ward door was gently pushed open, and Uncle Su's wife, Aunt Qi, walked in.
She was carrying a steaming breakfast, and its fragrant aroma instantly filled the ward.
Su Yingxue was already starving, and the tempting aroma made her stomach rumble even louder.
She quickly took the breakfast from her aunt and wolfed it down.
Aunt Qi looked at Su Yingxue with loving eyes and heartache, and said softly, "Miss, look at you, you've lost even more weight. How can this be? You must take good care of yourself. What will we, who care about you, do if you collapse from overwork?"
The atmosphere in Grandpa Su's hospital room was warm, but there was also a hint of sadness in that warmth.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the bedside, as if casting a soft veil over the sorrowful scene.
Just then, Su Zhijian appeared at the door of the ward, looking travel-worn.
He looked hurried, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
Upon entering the ward, after greeting Su Yingxue and Aunt Qi, he went straight to the bedside.
Aunt Qi stood beside Su Yingxue, her eyes fixed on her: "Yingxue, eat more. Look how thin you are, it breaks my heart."
Su Yingxue smiled and put down the food in her hand: "Seventh Aunt, I'm full, really. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."
Her eyes revealed a strong determination, which made Aunt Qi feel both heartache and helplessness.