novelaction Chapter 77 Does He Have Her in His Heart?
Chapter 77 Does He Have Her in His Heart?
With my prompting, Song Yafei finally spotted Yu Chengliang and his son over at the pavilion.
In a casual glance, I noticed that the father and son were actually trembling when they saw Song Yafei.
It was as if he was very afraid of her.
Upon seeing them, Song Yafei exclaimed in surprise, "Yu Chengliang, what are you and your son doing here?"
Yu Chengliang, who had been somewhat submissive in front of me just moments before, immediately changed upon seeing Song Yafei, adopting a pitiful and aggrieved expression.
I didn't want to get entangled with them anymore, and I didn't care what Song Yafei would talk to her about. I left these people behind and went straight upstairs.
I had only been upstairs for a short while when Aunt Lin came up too, carrying a plate of fruit.
Aunt Lin placed the fruit on the small tea table where I drink tea, and couldn't help but mutter something.
"I really don't know why Madam is keeping this father and son around. What's there to talk about? Why not just kick them out?"
Who is Yu Chengliang?
He was once the apple of her eye, how could she treat him like that? It's good enough that she didn't treat him like royalty.
After saying this, Aunt Lin leaned out onto the balcony and looked down.
She was like a football commentator, telling me about what was happening downstairs.
One minute Yu Chengliang is crying, the next minute his father is making a scene.
Finally, Aunt Lin exclaimed joyfully, "Madam has finally sent this father and son away!"
It seems to be a bit faster than I expected.
At least they didn't let anyone in, and they didn't show affection in front of me.
As soon as the person left, Aunt Lin came downstairs. She always keeps me company when I'm lonely.
Only then did I have time to think about what Song Yafei wanted to talk to me about.
Talking about business trips?
Talk about that phone call?
Should we talk about entertainment gossip or something?
I sipped my tea in a leisurely manner.
Just as I finished my cup of tea, Song Yafei pushed open the study door and walked towards me, her hands and clothes covered in dust from her journey.
I put my teacup down, and Song Yafei casually tossed her bag onto the sofa next to me. She then grabbed my collar, lifted my chin, and forced me to look directly at her.
I stared at her intently, meeting her furious face, but remained calm as still water.
She immediately accused me, "Did you send Yu Chengliang to find me in person?"
Instead of explanations and comfort, they immediately launched into accusations without any attempt to distinguish right from wrong.
I laughed at myself inwardly. For a fleeting moment, I had actually been hoping she would offer an explanation of the recent gossip.
That's really ridiculous.
I'm confused. "He was originally looking for you, but he couldn't find you, so he came to the villa. Should I stop him from looking for you and let him bother me and cause trouble?"
"You are my husband. If you don't resolve this matter, who will? You're indifferent even when he comes to our door?"
"Then what do you want me to do? He dared to come to me because he was determined that even if something happened, you wouldn't do anything to him. You gave him that confidence, didn't you?"
So where does my confidence to confront him come from?
From the occasional charity you give?
My rebuttal left Song Yafei speechless for a moment.
"You don't even care about his provocations anymore? You really don't care about me anymore?"
It turns out she knew Yu Chengliang had come to provoke me, but she never did anything to give him the opportunity or right to bully me.
I retorted angrily, "Why should I have you in my heart? When you were having affairs, did you ever think that you were giving them the right to bully me?"
I don't know what I said that angered her, but she tightened her grip on my neck as if she were doing something drastic, forcing me to raise my head.
What came into view was her domineering face. Without giving me a chance to refuse, she leaned down and kissed me.
Before I could even process how things had turned into a kiss, my body instinctively pushed her away.
"Yafei, stop fooling around, you're still sick."
Song Yafei seemed very angry at my resistance.
Indeed, in her eyes, all she wants is obedience, and my resistance will naturally anger her.
She gave a soft snort. "Was it you who called me that night to tell me to take care of myself?"
She was referring to the phone call the male celebrity made that day.
I just couldn't help but blurt out something.
"What, do I need to be extra careful when it comes to you?"
I explained, "You were still sick that day, I was just reminding you to take your medicine."
Unexpectedly, my explanation seemed to have made her even angrier. She pushed me down and pressed herself against me.
"You don't care about spending the night with other men, and now that Yu Chengliang is coming to your door, you still don't care."
"Zhang Tian, is there still a place for me in your heart? Who is truly in your heart?"
She kept asking me this question today, as if she absolutely had to get an answer from me.
I don't understand what meaning this answer has for us.
I think what she couldn't accept was that I had broken free from her control.
For several years, I did her laundry, cooked for her, cared for her, and provided her with all the emotional support she needed.
My jealousy and anger at her flirting with other men made her realize how much I care about her.
I was in control back then.
Now I deny my feelings for her repeatedly and no longer care about anything related to her.
Such a change would be difficult for her to accept in the short term.
I gave an inappropriate sneer. "If you want me to care, then I need to be your husband. But in your heart, do you even consider me your husband?"
Perhaps not expecting me to choose white, Song Yafei was stunned.
She stared straight at me, fist's distance away, her eyes reflecting my image.
I could see it clearly; her eyes were filled with conflicted pain.
I don't know what I said that provoked her, but in the end she actually let go of my hand.
He instantly regained consciousness, though his body, which was leaning back, appeared somewhat slumped.
She turned and left the room, and a short while later, the sound of her car leaving could be heard downstairs.
I breathed a sigh of relief. If I continued talking, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hide my feelings for her.
What I didn't expect was that the person who was angry with Yu Chengliang for coming to his door that day was back with him two days later.
They appeared together on the trending topics list.
In Song Yafei's usual black minivan, Yu Chengliang gazed at her with affectionate smiles.
The two are very pleasing to the eye, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and the scene is very beautiful.
If I weren't Song Yafei's husband's painter, I probably would have thought the same.
But when I saw those entertainment headlines, my heart once again plummeted into an unfathomable ice cave, chilling me to the bone.
My body is also in pain, extremely painful.
I finished reading these while pressing my stomach.
The text above states that Song Yafei bought a large villa for Yu Chengliang in a wealthy area, spending 50 million yuan.
I was furious, yet helpless.
I raised my hand and smashed my phone to the ground, then slid off the sofa and lay on the cold floor.
I couldn't even tell if I was laughing or crying; tears streamed down my face.