C196 My Woman Won't Have That Much Freedom
C196 My Woman Won't Have That Much Freedom
"No need. " Lu Yiran was wearing a light gray shirt and half a cigarette between his fingers.
He looked in the direction of the door. "Why didn't she come out to eat? Still angry?"
"I prepared the meal and was about to call Young Madame to eat, but Young Madame fell asleep. "
Lu Yiran walked towards the door, but he did not push it open. He lowered his head to look at the cigarette in his hand. After thinking for a while, he put it out in the cylinder.
The door was pushed open, and the wall lamp in the room lit up.
What he saw was not Han Zhiyu sleeping on the bed with her body bent.
Instead, she was hugging her knees and sitting on the bed with her chin on her knees and her head tilted.
Her hair was a little messy and her face looked like she had just woken up. She was a little confused and did not know what she was thinking about.
He curled up into a ball like a helpless kitten.
Lu Yiran didn't walk in. He leaned against the door and said, "If I don't let you out, I won't eat to protest?"
Han Zhiyu's eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
Probably because she woke up suddenly, she had not completely woken up from her dream.
She dreamt that she had returned to that lonely and helpless night when her big uncle chased her out of the house.
The boundless helplessness made her tightly grasp the hand that was handed over in the darkness, not daring to let go for even a moment.
She was afraid that once she let go, no one would care about her life or death anymore.
Fortunately, even though that person's attitude was cold, he did not let go of her.
At the most critical moment, he did not abandon her either. . .
Han Zhiyu rubbed her hair. In a trance, when she saw Lu Yiran, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart.
"Come out to eat. "
Lu Yiran moved his lips.
Under the light, the side of his face looked thin, and his ink pupils were so thick that they could not be melted. It was deep and mysterious.
He glanced at her, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment. "
Han Zhiyu quickly got off the bed and ran in front of him, blocking his way and raising her head.
"Why don't you let me out?"
Han Zhiyu, who had recovered from her illness, did not listen to him like he did when she was sick.
"Stay at home until Dr. Jiang is certain that you have fully recovered. " Lu Yiran did not move his feet. He lowered his head slightly and met her eyes that were filled with confidence. "You are not convinced?"
"I am fine. Let him see me. I can go out now. "
"He will come tomorrow. " Lu Yiran's face was slightly dark. The lines on his thin lips were sharp and threatening. "You are in a hurry to go out and see who?"
His words seemed to cause the temperature in the room to drop immediately.
Han Zhiyu felt that she was cold in his eyes.
"I originally had an appointment with Ziyue. " She muttered.
Lu Yiran's expression did not change. It was just that the coldness from before had faded.
He asked her out and walked towards the dining table. "Come and eat. "
Han Zhiyu did not continue to argue. Although she did not like being locked in the house, it was a fact that she was injured together with Lu Yiran, so she took a step back.
After dinner with Lu Yiran, Auntie Zhao packed up and left the villa.
When she saw Lu Yiran enter the study, she sat on the sofa and hugged a pillow. She lazily pressed the remote control and kept changing channels.
Whether it was the soap opera or the anime, she did not watch any of them. Instead, she watched the advertisement for a long time.
Finally, she lost her patience and got up. Suddenly, she saw a box in the corner of the sofa.
A phone?
As if she had finally found a reason, she took the box to Lu Yiran's study and knocked on the door.
"Come in. " He heard a familiar whisper from inside.
Han Zhiyu pushed open the door. The room was filled with a faint smell of smoke.
Coincidentally, she saw him hang up the phone.
His handsome face seemed to have an emotion that no one could see through, especially when that pair of black eyes looked over.
She had already walked in front of her, holding the new phone that had yet to be unsealed, "Did you buy this for me?"
"You can use it if you want, but you can also reject it. " He looked at it and said indifferently.
"What do you mean I can use it if I want? Lu Yiran, if it's not mine, I don't want it. "
Lu Yiran extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the tray on the desk. His voice was slightly cold as he said, "Then you don't want it. "
Han Zhiyu was stunned. She did not expect him to suddenly say that.
But she did not believe that he specially brought a new phone over, but it had nothing to do with her.
With a "Pa," she threw the phone box onto his desk and clearly said, "I will return it to you. "
Lu Yiran suddenly raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on her. Just as she was about to leave with a gloomy face, he grabbed her wrist and said, "Is that all you have to say? Hmm?"
Han Zhiyu bit her lower lip. Her wrist was tightly clenched until it hurt.
The man's gaze made her have nowhere to escape. Originally, she felt a little guilty because of the accident, but this extremely overbearing gaze made her feel a little rebellious, "What do you want me to say?"
She had been sick for the past two days. Other than the day he brought her back, she had not seen him at all.
If Auntie Zhao had not said that Mr. Lu had called to ask, she would not even know that he still remembered that she was sick.
"How many times have I told you to stay away from him?" His movements were not heavy, but the difference in strength between a man and a woman. He could easily control her without much effort. "If it wasn't for an accident. . . What were you going to do that day? Where would you like to go with him when I'm not around? Hm?"
Lu Yiran's tone was cold and calm. However, the more he spoke, the fiercer his tone became.
Especially when he thought of the report he heard on the phone.
The anger in his heart spread out layer by layer.
The emotions that he had calmed down for two days were ignited instead.
Han Zhiyu did not mention an explanation and just a sentence that did not care about anything undoubtedly made the fire burn more and more.
"You don't have anything to do?" She spoke word by word and tried to pull out her hand with all her might, "I just want to go and see Aunt Meng. Don't tell me I don't even have this bit of freedom?"
"Freedom?" Lu Yiran tightened his fingers and exerted even more force.
On his cold face, a thin smile spread from his lips layer by layer.
It was as if he had heard something extremely funny, and it made his laughter sound terrifyingly soft.
"When did I make you think that my woman would have so much freedom?" Lu Yiran got up from the leather chair.
His tall and straight figure was like a tall mountain in front of her.
He stood in front of her, his body slightly leaning forward. His Qi was terrifyingly powerful.
Han Zhiyu did not move and heard the voice continue, "My woman only needs to be obedient. The people I marry also need to be obedient. Freedom is within the range that I give you, but it does not mean that you can do anything. "
The calmness in the voice. If she did not hear the content, she would not feel that the content was cruel.
"Are you serious?" Han Zhiyu stared at him unblinkingly.
She didn't even have time to think about the pain on her wrist.
The faint laughter beside her ear sounded cold, "You think I'm joking?"