books44 Chapter 770 A Good Girl "Suitable" for Marriage (17)
Chapter 770 A Good Girl "Suitable" for Marriage (17)
On a summer night, the sound of cicadas never ceases.
Beside the car, Song Chuyu's jaw tightened.
Mu Zhou's acquiescence was like a heavy blow to his heart, so painful that his fingertips went numb.
He tried his best to keep his voice gentle, but his urgency was hard to hide:
"Mu Zhou, Qin Zheng is not suitable for you."
Mu Zhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in return:
"Then who is suitable?"
Song Chuyu's pupils trembled slightly.
He lowered his eyes, a complex emotion welling up within them, and murmured:
"I know I'm not right for you, and I have no right to interfere in your life."
His heart tightened and ached, yet he still forced himself to try and comfort her:
"Being with Qin Zheng will be exhausting for you..."
Mu Zhou interrupted him:
"And what about you? Why do you feel you're not suitable?"
"I……"
Song Chuyu's throat was blocked, and he could barely breathe.
He didn't even dare to look Mu Zhou in the eye, and could only look away guiltily.
Then, with a hoarse voice, he struggled to speak:
"You should find someone who is truly gentle and understanding to love you."
Instead of someone like him, a hypocrite who only uses elegance and gentleness to disguise himself.
Song Chuyu could naturally see the undisguised adoration in Mu Zhou's eyes when he looked at him.
But the qualities she liked about him were just a facade he wore.
Once she truly understands herself, she will grow tired of his hypocrisy.
Song Chuyu almost self-destructively dissected his own heart.
"I'm not as good as you imagine. Everything you see about me, all the wonderful things, is just a facade. The real me is a cold, jealous person who is indifferent to most things."
He doesn't have that many hobbies.
His broad knowledge base is merely a means for him to maintain his persona of having wide-ranging interests and a love for life.
He wasn't particularly helpful or considerate.
All of this is just part of his effort to cultivate a gentle image.
He wasn't as good as Mu Zhou had imagined.
He was so dark; he was not worthy of Mu Zhou at all.
During this time, as he and Mu Zhou became more and more familiar with each other, he lived in torment almost every day.
He thought his pretense was already ingrained in his bones, but faced with the dazzling Mu Zhou, he still instinctively felt inferior.
He wanted to touch the light, but he was afraid that his darkness would tarnish that brilliance.
He doesn't deserve it.
He shouldn't have let himself get close to Mu Zhou.
A man like him is only fit to hide in a dark, damp corner and silently watch her happiness.
After Song Chuyu revealed everything he had kept hidden in his heart, he lowered his head in dejection.
It was as if even his shoulders slumped down.
A strand of hair fell across his forehead, just enough to cover his dull eyes and brows.
Mu Zhou looked at him, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
She called his name softly.
"Song Chuyu".
Song Chuyu's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his head.
Before he could see clearly, Mu Zhou suddenly tiptoed closer.
A warm, soft sensation washed over my lips.
In an instant, her presence filled my vision.
Song Chuyu's pupils constricted, and he became so stiff that he could barely move.
Was he so despondent and depraved that he started hallucinating...?
But the soft touch between the lips remains.
His heart pounded violently, all sounds around him vanished, leaving only one thought.
Mu Zhou took the initiative to kiss him.
His eyes were bloodshot from the stimulation, and he instinctively opened his lips and sucked on those soft lips.
He placed his hand on her lower back and pulled her into his arms.
Her beauty and sweetness almost made Song Chuyu lose control of his strength.
His breathing was unsteady; he feared it was all just a hallucination.
After Mu Zhou couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, the hand around her waist tightened, almost trembling.
She pressed herself tightly against Song Chuyu, feeling his chest gradually heat up and tighten.
His kiss was somewhat reckless, almost fierce, quite different from his usual gentle and warm demeanor.
Mu Zhou quickly ran out of energy to think about anything else.
She tilted her head back and leaned softly against his chest.
Only when Mu Zhou's eyes were wet did he finally pull away from her lips.
Mu Zhou slowly opened his eyes.
Song Chuyu was still panting heavily, and his usually gentle and calm eyes were now filled with intense lust.
He gently stroked Mu Zhou's cheek with his large hand, his fingertips slowly kneading her lips and the corners of her eyes.
He couldn't resist kissing her red lips again, his voice hoarse:
"Zhouzhou, do you know what you're doing?"
Her audacity nearly overwhelmed his heart.
Mu Zhou's long eyelashes fluttered, and her dark, clear eyes were filled with tender affection.
Her soft, sweet voice sounded like she was pleading:
"I mustered up a lot of courage to take the initiative, so you can't go back on your word."
Song Chuyu swallowed hard, a distant longing churning within him.
He placed his large hand on the back of Mu Zhou's neck, pressing her against his chest so she could hear his own pounding heartbeat.
He lowered his head and buried his face in her neck.
A hint of moisture flashed in her eyes.
A moment later, Mu Zhou heard his somewhat muffled voice:
"Mu Zhou, I love you. I will love you well and learn to love you with the best of everything."
His promise, spoken with deliberate, blood-stained words, conveyed his heartfelt sentiments.
Mu Zhou raised her arms and hugged him:
"I know, I believe you."
The two people who had just realized their feelings for each other almost didn't want to be apart.
Mu Zhou sent a message home saying he was going to the supermarket, and then got into the passenger seat.
Song Chuyu held her hand tightly, and the emptiness in his heart seemed to finally be filled.
For the first time in over twenty years, he had the desire to speak out.
His parents divorced when he was in college.
But he knew from a young age that they would get divorced.
Because every time they argued, he had to bear the blame from both of them.
"It's all because of you that I haven't gotten a divorce."
This sentence permeated his entire childhood.
He didn't understand. He had advised them to divorce long ago. He was tired of the constant arguing and the sound of things breaking in their home.
But in the end, they said it was because of him that they refused to divorce.
They seemed to be following some kind of instruction, unanimously telling him to wait until he went to college.
They said that their separation would affect his exams.
But clearly, the tense atmosphere at home and the sounds of angry shouting and throwing things were the factors affecting his studies, yet they turned a blind eye to them.
The consequence of saying these words was that he was verbally abused by both his parents.
They called him heartless, vicious, a monster, and cold-hearted for advising his parents to divorce.
No one will like him.
This statement is serious for a small child.
So, being young, he instinctively began to pretend.
Be gentle, be kind, be considerate, and study hard.
He needs to learn to be considerate of his parents' feelings and not embarrass them.
That's how you get liked.
He began wearing this mask on all occasions.
He even forgot what his original personality was like.
I finally got to go to university, but my parents separated.
Their eyes were full of pride, believing that it was their compromises that gave him the opportunity to attend a prestigious university.
Song Chuyu never argued.
After that, he spent the most enjoyable four years of college.