In the distance, people outside the villa all raised their heads and followed the sound to a certain room on the second floor.
The sound of various things being smashed to pieces, colliding with each other, and making loud noises. Even though there is still a distance, it still does not affect the decibels of the sound that everyone can hear.
"Bang..."
"Snapped......"
"Ping Pong..."
Faintly, there was also the angry and sharp accusation of a woman.
"He Mingjue, I am not your forbidden love, I am not!"
The room was a mess. The snow-white cashmere carpet had been completely ruined. Various items had been smashed into pieces, mixed with the remains of food. It was like a typhoon passing through, and there was hardly a piece to be found in the huge room.
Clean place.
All the things that could be used to vent turned into corpse residue and debris in her hands, but Wen Xihe's emotions still couldn't calm down. She frantically searched indoors for things that she could use to vent.
In the end, she looked at the mess on the ground and was disappointed to find that she had nothing to rely on for her emotions. Her chest was heaving violently due to anger and the fierce beating just now.
Finally, she was tired, in pain, and tired, so she clung to the edge of the bed with her hands and collapsed on the carpet.
This is Wen Xihe's nightmare, this is the outcome she would never have expected between her and He Mingjue.
He imprisoned her!
This was a realization and truth that Wen Xihe could not accept. She stared at the mess on the ground, and while staring, she began to cry.
"He Mingjue, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? We shouldn't be like this, we shouldn't be like this..." The woman who was standing at the door and never dared to come close to stop Wen Xihe saw Wen Xihe.
Only when Xihe finally calmed down did he dare to take a step forward and walk over. He stood in front of Wen Xihe and spoke cautiously.
"Miss, don't do this. In fact, sir, he loves you very much..."
Wen Xihe raised his head, and it took a long time for his dilated pupils to adjust, and then the woman saw her eyes blinking gently. Wen Xihe felt that she had heard a funny joke, and not only asked softly, "He loves me very much"
?" There was clearly a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Have you ever seen someone who loves someone lock her up, not letting her out, not giving her freedom, and making her life worse than death? Is that true?
?”
The woman seemed stunned for a moment and reached out to rub the apron in front of her. She spoke very stiffly, as if such conversations had been rare in the decades of her life.
"I have never experienced any earth-shattering love, but I know that no matter what my husband does to you, he will never hurt you." The woman said, smiling with her mouth open, "Miss, you don't know,
You slept deeply last night. When we came here in the middle of the night, the car broke down far away. The husband held you all the way and walked for half an hour before arriving. He said nothing and wouldn't let us touch you."
Wen Xihe raised his head with dull eyes, his face blank, but he just looked at the woman without speaking.
Knowing that her words had attracted Wen Xihe's attention, the woman hurriedly spoke again, "Also. There was no carpet in the room, and I was supposed to wait for someone to come the next day. But when I passed by in the middle of the night, I saw
The small light is on in the room. The gentleman is laying the carpet here alone!" the woman said, recalling the scene last night when the superior man silently spread the carpet carefully on the floor.
How could such a man do so many things himself if it wasn't out of love? Even women wouldn't believe him if he told him.
Numerous complex emotions suddenly emerged in Wen Xihe's heart. She didn't know these. She imagined that when she was asleep, the man was beside her, spreading the carpet quietly and silently. She
She still remembers the carpet in his room in the Wen family villa. At first, she disliked the floor in his room and felt that every time her bare feet touched the ground, it was cold. Later, he couldn't resist her and finally decided to put a carpet on it.
, so that she feels cold next time she goes barefoot.
It was also at that time that he took time to accompany her to lay a carpet in the room. The snow-white cashmere carpet, until now, Wen Xihe still remembers the warm feeling of the carpet touching her palms.
Somewhere in her heart, she felt a sting for no reason. It was subtle, but she couldn't help but cover her chest.
She could have been a carefree princess. No matter whether she would lose her father one day, she would never lose Lord He Ming.
But now, all the warmth and touch that she thought she had in her heart a year ago had all turned into He Mingjue's love because of family affection. She couldn't imagine how painful that kind of love would be.
If she could only get such warmth and love by his side, then she would rather stay with another man and be loved by him with love, or without love.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" The woman couldn't hear Wen Xihe's voice, and saw the tears falling from her covered chest. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
While the woman was talking, she stepped on the messy ground and wanted to come over and take a look. As her footsteps moved, she made a loud sound of debris colliding with each other.
"Snapped......"
Wen Xihe subconsciously followed the sound, and her heart skipped a beat.
The next second, she rushed over and picked up the broken pieces of the vase from the ground.