The Devil President's Delicate Wife (GL) - Chapter 11

When Lin Yueshu returned home in the evening, Murong Qing hadn’t come back yet. Regarding Han Haojun’s actions today, she guessed that he might have feelings for her. Matters of the heart were always the most troublesome, and Lin Yueshu understood this better than anyone. That’s why, during the more than a year she had been with Murong Qing, she rarely bothered to build relationships with strangers.

Lin Yueshu had anticipated Han Haojun’s behavior—those gestures were unmistakable. Since there would be no outcome, there was no need to start anything. When it came to emotions, Lin Yueshu was decisive; she disliked dragging things out. From now on, she would skillfully avoid any unnecessary contact with Han Haojun.

Lin Yueshu waited until past eleven, but Murong Qing still hadn’t returned. Feeling sleepy, she decided to go to bed, but just then, the doorbell rang. She knew Murong Qing had a key to the house, so it was the first time someone had knocked this late at night.

Curious about who would visit at such an hour, Lin Yueshu opened the door to find Mu Yun supporting a heavily intoxicated Murong Qing.

Mu Yun spoke first, “Yueshu, Murong’s drunk. Let’s get her inside.”

Lin Yueshu immediately stepped forward to hold Murong Qing’s other arm. Together, they helped her onto the sofa. Lin Yueshu found it strange. Murong Qing had never gotten this drunk before, nor had she ever had Mu Yun bring her home.

In the past, whenever Murong Qing drank too much, she would either sleep it off elsewhere or go home with another woman. It was unheard of for Mu Yun or Qian Lele to be the ones bringing her back.

Puzzled by the sudden change, Lin Yueshu asked Mu Yun, “President Mu, what happened to my lady?”

Mu Yun seemed to hesitate, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately held back. After a moment, she replied, “Yueshu, once Murong sobers up, you two should have a good talk. Just don’t argue, okay? I have to go now.”

“Alright, President Mu. Thank you for bringing her home.” Lin Yueshu found Mu Yun’s words odd—why would she and Murong Qing argue? Could Murong Qing’s drinking have something to do with her? Though she wanted to ask more, Mu Yun’s reluctance made her hold back.

After seeing Mu Yun out, Lin Yueshu prepared a bowl of sobering soup and helped Murong Qing drink it. Before long, Murong Qing became much more lucid. Sitting on the sofa, Lin Yueshu wanted to ask her something but didn’t know how to begin. It wasn’t appropriate to outright ask if Murong Qing had drunk herself into such a state because of her, or why she had done so in the first place. No matter how she phrased it, Lin Yueshu couldn’t find a suitable approach.

By now, Murong Qing was almost fully awake, though it was already past midnight. She sat on the sofa, glaring at Lin Yueshu with unmistakable resentment. “What’s your relationship with the second son of Yueshu Group?” she demanded, referring to him by his family’s company rather than his name.

Lin Yueshu frowned. She had heard of Yueshu Group, one of H City’s top real estate companies but had no idea who the “second son” was. Lin Yueshu had never been interested in mingling with high society, so asking her about the sons or daughters of wealthy families was pointless. Could Murong Qing’s drinking spree be related to this so-called second son of Yueshu? She didn’t even know the man. How could there be any relationship between them?

Sitting beside Murong Qing, Lin Yueshu met her furious gaze and answered calmly, “I don’t know the second son of Yueshu Group.”

Murong Qing was momentarily stunned, gazing into Lin Yueshu’s clear eyes. Realizing that Lin Yueshu truly didn’t know Han Haojun’s real identity, she paused before saying, “It’s Han Haojun. It seems like the two of you are very close.”

Only then did Lin Yueshu understand. So, Han Haojun’s status was that prestigious. But Murong Qing had mentioned their closeness. Had she seen them together? Lin Yueshu looked at Murong Qing with questioning eyes and said, “He’s my senior from university. Our relationship is purely that of senior and junior, nothing more.”

Nothing more? Murong Qing’s anger flared as she stared at Lin Yueshu. She thought bitterly: Nothing more? He wipes food from the corner of your mouth, and the two of you laugh and chat like that. Who would believe your relationship is so simple?

Murong Qing stood up abruptly, grabbed Lin Yueshu’s shoulders, and pushed her down onto the sofa, shouting, “If there’s nothing between you, why would he treat you so well? The way he looks at you, it’s like he’s looking at a lover. Is that ‘nothing more’? Tell me!” Before Lin Yueshu could respond, Murong Qing forcefully kissed her lips.

Lin Yueshu was startled by Murong Qing’s sudden actions. One moment they were talking calmly, and the next, things had escalated like this. Murong Qing’s kiss was rough, almost more of a bite than a kiss. The pain made Lin Yueshu push against her, but she only managed to create a small gap between them.

Seeing Lin Yueshu resist, Murong Qing’s fury erupted like a volcano, unstoppable now. Pinning Lin Yueshu down, her eyes slightly red, she growled, “You’re mine. You can’t leave me alone. No one else can take you from me not even if I die.”

Before she finished speaking, Murong Qing began tearing at Lin Yueshu’s nightgown. With a sharp rip, the fabric split open. Undeterred, Murong Qing straddled Lin Yueshu’s legs and shredded the rest of her clothes. Then, she lifted Lin Yueshu and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. Stripping off her own coat, she pounced on Lin Yueshu, unleashing every ounce of her rage without restraint.

By 2 a.m., Murong Qing, perhaps exhausted, had fallen asleep on the bed. Lin Yueshu felt as though she had just walked through hell. Her body ached unbearably, but the pain in her heart was far worse. Tonight, Murong Qing had punished her like a demon.

Tears had welled up in Lin Yueshu’s eyes for a long time, yet they never fell. Maybe because she refused to shed them here. The bedroom was pitch black, devoid of any light just like the darkness in Lin Yueshu’s heart, with no exit in sight.

Now, she began to question whether her initial decision had been wrong. To escape that home with her sister Lin Yushu, she had used Murong Qing. Was this torment now her punishment? A life in darkness, trapped in a hell without light.

Lin Yueshu tried to get up, but the pain in her body left her without the strength to even straighten her back. Pressing her hands against the edge of the bed, she slowly moved to get off, only to collapse onto the floor the moment her feet touched the ground. She sat there for a long time, mustering the last of her energy to finally stand and walk out of the bedroom. She returned to her own room and found a nightgown to put on.

Leaning against the wall, Lin Yueshu made her way slowly to the balcony, then sat in a corner, resting against the cold wall. It was already November. A light snow had just fallen, and the night wind still blew across the balcony. Sitting there, she didn’t feel the cold perhaps the pain in her body far outweighed the chill around her.

Her eyes hollow, Lin Yueshu stared into the pitch-black night. She had no room left in her mind to think of anything else. She was exhausted physically, but even more so emotionally. Murong Qing had always been like this, prone to outbursts of temper without reason. It had been this way before, and it remained the same now.

Murong Qing claimed over and over that she liked her, loved her, but Lin Yueshu had never seen any of it. Murong Qing never considered her feelings, only knew how to take from her. Was endless taking what love was supposed to be? In Lin Yueshu’s life, apart from Lin Yushu, there was no one else. She didn’t understand what it meant to love someone, but if this was what Murong Qing called love, Lin Yueshu would rather die than accept it.

The icy balcony cut off the warmth from inside. The cold night sky seemed to have lost all its warmth too. Whether it was because of early winter or not, the bitter wind howled relentlessly on this desolate night. Lin Yueshu’s dark hair fluttered faintly in the frigid, biting wind.

The night would eventually pass, and what was meant to come would arrive. The morning light of winter lacked the ease of spring, the heat of summer, or the crispness of autumn.

The morning sun shone into the chaotic bedroom, its owner still curled under the blankets, fast asleep. No matter how cold it was outside, it seemed to have no effect on her. Perhaps the sunlight filtering through the glass irritated Murong Qing’s eyes. She raised her right hand to block the light, frowning slightly as if annoyed. She had forgotten to close the curtains last night, disturbing her peaceful sleep.

Now awake, Murong Qing had no desire to sleep any longer. She sat up and stretched with a big yawn. When she saw the mess in the room, she froze for a long moment. Without a second thought, she threw on her nightgown, jumped out of bed, and rushed out of the bedroom. She ran upstairs and flung open Lin Yueshu’s door, only to find the room empty. Panic set in. She hurried downstairs to call Lin Yueshu’s phone, only for the ringtone to sound from some forgotten corner of the sofa.

Murong Qing dug out Lin Yueshu’s phone and slumped onto the couch. As she recalled everything, she had done to Lin Yueshu the night before, guilt overwhelmed her. She had hurt Lin Yueshu yet again.

When she had resolved to love Lin Yueshu, she had sworn to treat her well from then on. But before she could even begin to do so, she had already started hurting her again.

Clutching the phone, Murong Qing slowly made her way back upstairs and into Lin Yueshu’s room. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the surroundings everything here carried Lin Yueshu’s presence. But she had no idea where Lin Yueshu had gone after what she had done last night. She was terrified that Lin Yueshu had left again, terrified of hearing once more that she might never return.

She stood up, placed her hand on the wardrobe handle, and paused for a few seconds, her fingers trembling slightly. Fear and dread, it was the first time Murong Qing had ever cared so deeply about someone, but this time, she was afraid she might have driven Lin Yueshu away. With a slight exertion of force, the wardrobe opened, revealing rows of neatly hung clothes inside. Murong Qing’s heart seemed to find solace in this sight, and she let out a long, relieved sigh.