If things continue like this, perhaps I will ultimately have to compromise. But fate dealt me a heavy blow. One day, I accidentally discovered a secret. The secret of Xi Han. It was then that I realized Xi Han was not just a pure businessman. On the surface, he is the president of Fuyou Film Company, young and accomplished, the dream of countless girls. But in reality, he has a dark background. His family is involved in organized crime, and deeply so. They are even entangled in power struggles. And I am merely a pawn in this battle.
Xi Han's possession of me is not simply because he likes me. After discovering this secret, I was engulfed in immense fear. I realized that Xi Han's love for me is not straightforward. His control over me feels more like instinctual behavior. He resembles a beast in the darkness—dangerous and deadly. Getting close to him would only lead me into peril.
I wanted to escape. Escape from Xi Han. Escape from this terrifying man. I began to deliberately avoid Xi Han. He no longer called me, and I stopped reaching out to him first. Even when he came looking for me, I made excuses related to work to turn him down. But Xi Han did not let me go easily. He sent people to monitor me. No matter where I went, I could not escape his watchful eyes.
I fell into complete despair. And all of this culminated one day when everything exploded. That day, I went to Xi Han's company to find him. Xi Han was busy. I stood outside the door, watching his back, feeling a mix of emotions within me.
Xi Han has not been in a good state lately. I can see it. His eyes are bloodshot, and there are dark circles under them, clearly indicating that he hasn't had a proper rest for a long time. I've heard that the company has been facing significant issues recently. Someone is deliberately targeting Fuyou. Xi Han hasn't had a good rest for several days now. He has been dealing with this matter.
I stood outside the door, watching his silhouette, feeling a mix of emotions. After a long while, Xi Han finally finished his work. He turned around, glanced at me, and said lightly, "Let's talk inside." I nodded and silently walked in.
Xi Han sat on the sofa, rubbed his temples, and then looked at me, asking, "What’s the matter?" I bit my lip and softly said, "Can we break up?"
Xi Han's eyes widened instantly. He stared at me, a hint of danger flashing in his gaze. "What did you say?" I bit my lip again and replied, "I said I want to break up with you."
"I think we both need to calm down."
"Xi Han, your possessiveness is too strong; it's suffocating."
"I just want a little space of my own; is that too much to ask?"
Xi Han fixed his icy gaze on me. "Leng Yue, do you even realize what you're saying?"
I nodded. "I know."
"Xi Han, I really can't take it anymore."
"Your control makes me feel suffocated."
"I'm just an ordinary person; I also need my own space."
"Please, let me go."
Xi Han stared at me, a glint of coldness in his eyes. "I disagree."
"Leng Yue, I've told you before; you can only stay by my side."
"You are mine in life, and mine in death."
"You want to leave? No way!"
I bit my lip, feeling a wave of despair.
"Xi Han, what do you really think of me?"
"Your toy?"
"Do you have even a little bit of sincerity towards me?"
Xi Han stared at me, remaining silent for a long time.
I didn't know where I found the courage to continue, "Is your possession of me just because you like me, or is it because of your selfish nature?"
"Xi Han, I've really had enough."
"Do you know how much harm this does to me?"
"Can't you consider my feelings for once?"
"Even just a little..."
By the end, my voice was choked with emotion.
Xi Han looked at me, his expression complicated.
I had no idea what he was thinking.
All I felt was a deep pain in my heart.
It hurt so much.
Why, why can't I escape this fate?
Why, why can't I have my own freedom?
I just want to be an ordinary person, to have my own life; is that too much to ask?
I just want a little respect and freedom; is that really so difficult?
Why, why can't Xi Han understand me?
Why, why can't he just let me go?
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