Tan Hua - Chapter 23
Song Liqing felt very cold.
It was a chill emanating from the depths of his heart, as if plunged into an icy cave.
He thought he and Jun Qiyu had a chance to reconcile, but he watched helplessly as that faint glimmer of hope vanished into thin air, leaving only an endless darkness.
In an instant, Song Liqing felt that the Jun Qiyu before him was truly a stranger.
Fierce, menacing, with a face full of disdain towards him.
He tried to find some familiar semblance of Jun Qiyu, but it was nowhere to be found.
People truly do change.
“I… I don’t know Pei Xingxu.”
Song Liqing looked into Jun Qiyu’s cold, heartless eyes. Initially, he could have explained his innocence with Pei Xingxu, but there was no need now.
Some words are only worth saying to those willing to listen.
“I’m not a despicable person who seduces others. My father is a respectable descendant of a noble lineage. I won’t allow you to slander him without cause.”
For the first time, Song Liqing directly opposed Jun Qiyu.
Jun Qiyu tightened his grip on Song Liqing’s neck, causing his skin to turn white.
“What are you pretending to be noble for? You don’t know Pei Xingxu? He publicly sought permission to marry you at the International Banquet, and you’re already discussing marriage. You’re telling me you don’t know him? Ha, he even said he fell in love with you at first sight. Do you think you look attractive when you’re sickly?”
Finally, Jun Qiyu let go of him.
Song Liqing retreated to the wall, hugging his knees, watching Jun Qiyu with a mixture of vigilance and vulnerability.
Yes, he looked sickly, with barely a hint of color on his face, nowhere near as vibrant as Hu Nuer’s rosy cheeks.
Song Liqing could imagine how ugly he must look now, with swollen cheeks, split lips, and a lackluster appearance.
“Qiyu… if you look down on me so much, why are you so enraged by Pei Xingxu? If he takes me away, wouldn’t that be what you want?”
Wiping the blood from his lips, Song Liqing expressed his disdain for his own vulnerability.
“What do you mean?”
Jun Qiyu’s heart sank for a moment. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, almost wishing to kill Pei Xingxu on the spot, without considering why he was so furious.
Clearly, Song Liqing’s question indicated a wavering loyalty!
Jun Qiyu’s anger surged even more without reason.
Jun Qiyu squatted in front of Song Liqing, his eyebrows furrowed, exuding a ferocious aura.
“So you’ve already made up your mind to leave with him, is that it?”
Song Liqing shook his head blankly, saying, “I don’t understand you… If you don’t love me, you shouldn’t care about me.”
Jun Qiyu was momentarily stunned.
How could he admit to loving Song Liqing? He just… he just…
Jun Qiyu, annoyed, raised his fist, and Song Liqing instinctively lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Bang—
But Jun Qiyu’s fist landed on the wall instead, his innate strength causing it to crack, blood flowing from his knuckles, yet he seemed unfazed.
“It has nothing to do with whether I love you or not! Don’t delude yourself! You’re still technically mine now. This is about a man’s dignity. No man can tolerate this, let alone me, the crown prince! Do you think I’d allow anyone to touch what’s mine?!”
Jun Qiyu became increasingly agitated as he spoke, almost shouting.
Being treated as an object, how could Song Liqing be happy?
His eyes flickered between light and darkness, faintly self-deprecating, without further argument.
At this moment, Jun Qiyu suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him fiercely and indiscriminately.
“Mmm…”
Resisting, Song Liqing pushed him away, but he couldn’t budge him. Jun Qiyu’s body was strong, his chest firm, and no matter how hard Song Liqing pounded him, he remained unmoved.
“Tell me, did Pei Xingxu touch you!?”
Jun Qiyu continued to kiss aggressively while pressing his throat to interrogate.
Song Liqing squirmed and dodged, clenching his teeth tightly, refusing to let Jun Qiyu have his way.
“Speak!”
In the gaps between Jun Qiyu’s pursuit of kisses, he urgently pressed Song Liqing for answers.
“Tell me, are you still pure!”
“Ugh… Ugh!”
Song Liqing, infuriated and breathless, made a bold move and bit down on Jun Qiyu’s tongue, which was attempting to invade his mouth.
“Hiss…”
Jun Qiyu winced in pain, finally releasing Song Liqing’s lips. He glared at him disapprovingly and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Are you resisting me because Pei Xingxu pleases you more?” Jun Qiyu asked, his tone dark and heavy.
“I’m not!”
Song Liqing roared, scrambling to get up, wanting nothing more than to escape.
Jun Qiyu swiftly grabbed him, and despite Song Liqing’s stumbling, he ended up in Jun Qiyu’s arms.
“Haven’t touched you anywhere else?” Jun Qiyu seemed satisfied with this answer.
Song Liqing noticed blood smears on Jun Qiyu’s face from their struggle, his own lips turning crimson, making him look even more frenzied.
“Can you let me go now?”
“No.” Jun Qiyu said arrogantly, “I want you.”
Song Liqing glanced coldly to the side, refusing to meet Jun Qiyu’s gaze.
“Don’t want me to touch you?” Jun Qiyu asked sternly.
“I’m not in the mood!”
With injuries all over his body and aching heart, how could Song Liqing possibly entertain such thoughts?
“I don’t care if you’re in the mood or not. Whenever I want, you have to comply. Unless one day you’re no longer mine.”
Ignoring Song Liqing’s protests, Jun Qiyu forcefully stripped him and threw him onto the bed.
…
Song Liqing was almost fainting from the pain.
He felt like a drowning man, desperately gasping for air amidst the raging waves, his dry lips wide open, but unable to produce a sound.
His tears mixed with sweat and blood, dripping down.
He knew that Jun Qiyu wasn’t seeking pleasure; he was simply like an enraged lion, asserting his dominance and ownership over him.
So he behaved wantonly, leaving marks all over Song Liqing’s body without mercy.
“As long as you’re by my side, you belong only to me! Understand?”
This was what Jun Qiyu said in his benevolence.
Song Liqing was in so much pain that his pupils dilated, his ears ringing incessantly. He felt weak, as if his blood had been drained, his vitality taken away.
He felt like he would die in this night.
When Jun Qiyu finally stopped, seemingly satisfied, he glanced at the miserable Song Liqing, who remained motionless.
There were remnants of kisses and finger marks all over Song Liqing’s face and body, as if he had been stamped with a seal, solely belonging to him.
Satisfied, Jun Qiyu fell asleep.
Thus, no one noticed the slow trickle of blood beneath Song Liqing’s body.
By midday, the sunlight outside woke Jun Qiyu up.
“Song Liqing, why haven’t you woken me up for court today…”
Jun Qiyu’s reproachful words trailed off as he turned his head, only to see Song Liqing’s bloodless face and the bed soaked in blood under him.
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