Stop There, Daddy

When Wen Shuyue got home, it was dark inside the house. She went to Wen Baobao’s room. He had fallen asleep. His small mouth was wide open, and he dribbled.

Wen Shuyue took out a paper tissue and stooped to wipe his saliva. She stroked his short hair and said with disgust, “What a drooling baby.”

At this moment, Wen Baobao turned over and put his leg outside the blanket. He held the blanket tightly and smacked his mouth as if he was eating something delicious in his dream.

Wen Shuyue was amused, and her irritation of the past few days seemed to fade a bit.

Afraid of waking him up, she quietly put his arms and legs under the blanket and tucked him in. Before she left, she planted a kiss on his forehead.

Wen Shuyue felt tired and trudged back to her room, which was empty. Her bed was big, and she was alone. She leaned against the bed and slipped down, curling up and holding herself tightly.

She thought of He Siming and their argument. She knew she had asked too much, but why couldn’t he understand her?

She lowered her head helplessly. She wanted to cry out loud. Why did she have to confront everything? How could Qin Weiwei betray her and sling mud at her shamelessly? Why did she have to take the blame that she shouldn’t have?

Darkness brought up the grievance, guilt, and anger in one’s heart like a depressing cobweb.

Wen Shuyue was motionless in the darkness as if she was head. She let the darkness devour her.

After a long time, Wen Shuyue raised her head with a cold look on her face.

The vulnerability was the most useless thing, and she didn’t need it.

She looked at the gate of the villa through the floor-to-ceiling window and then glanced back at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o’clock, and He Siming hadn’t returned yet.

Wen Shuyue shook her head irritably. She rose and felt the coldness on her soles. She looked down at her bare feet and frowned. She put on the slippers and headed downstairs.

She opened the fridge and took out three bottles of fruity wine, her favorite.

She didn’t like to drink, and she only liked fruity wine, so He Siming filled half the fridge with the beverage.

At the thought of He Siming, Wen Shuyue paused for a moment before closing the fridge door and walking to the sofa.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa and opened one bottle. She poured the wine into her mouth, and the sharp taste filled her throat. She choked, tears coming out.

Holding the bottle tightly in her hand, Wen Shuyue couldn’t help but lecture herself. “Wen Shuyue, you’ve worked for so long, and you’re not even good at drinking. No wonder He Siming is angry with you and does not speak to you.”

Her voice grew louder, and there was a hint of sobs in her tone.

There was a saying going, “Unlucky in love, lucky in business.” However, she was unlucky in both.

Thinking of this, Wen Shuyue gulped a few more drinks.

The man appeared at this moment. He suddenly jumped in front of Wen Shuyue and shouted loudly with his ferocious, ugly face, “Wen Shuyue, I will kill you!”

Wen Shuyue let out a scream in terror at the sight of the man.

She dropped the bottle to the ground. Bang. The noise pierced the thick darkness.

Wen Shuyue looked at the man in front of her in horror and said in a trembling voice, “Who are you?”

“Who am I? I am your enemy!” The man yelled at her ferociously and took out a knife from his back. “You must die today!”

Wen Shuyue froze in terror. As she watched the man approaching her, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She yelled, “Don’t come over. Get away. Get away.”

The man was pleased by Wen Shuyue’s panicked expression. He gave a scary smile like a demon as he looked at her madly. “Shout as you like. No one can save you.”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed Wen Shuyue’s clothes. She picked and punched at him in fear. The man was infuriated. He put the knife on her neck and said, “I dare you to move. I’ll cut your throat right away.”

Wen Shuyue didn’t dare to move anymore, and she didn’t dare to breathe hard.

How she wished that He Siming would appear in front of her and rescue her. She was still young, and Wen Baobao was small. She hadn’t made up with He Siming, and he didn’t say he loved her. She didn’t want to die.

But the coldness on her neck told her that she couldn’t escape. She closed her eyes reluctantly and waited in fear for the man’s next move.

After a while, the expected pain didn’t appear. Instead, she heard the man groan painfully.

Wen Shuyue opened her eyes and saw He Siming in a creaseless suit standing there. The man was thrown to the ground.

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The man picked up the knife on the ground and got to his feet. He clutched the knife tightly with a ferocious look on his face.

He Siming sneered, “Will you?”

The man was angered by He Siming’s arrogance. He held the sharp knife and yelled at him, “Yes. Do you think you can do whatever you like? I will make you pay for what you have done today!”

Before He Siming could react, he rushed up and aimed the knife at He Siming’s chest. Wen Shuyue subconsciously stepped forward and shouted, “No!”

When He Siming saw that Wen Shuyue wanted to block in front of him, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, whispering, “Don’t move.”

When the knife was going to stab He Siming, he quickly stepped to the left and dodged. However, he was a bit slower, and the knife scraped his arm, blood trickling out.

He Siming’s eyes darkened. After placing Wen Shuyue in a safe area, he went to fight with the man.

He Siming was much taller than the man. He had learned some fighting skills. He kicked at the lower part of the man, who failed to dodge. He Siming punched him on the left. In a short time, He Siming defeated the man.

Like a trapped beast, the man roared ferociously, “He Siming, you will die miserably. All of you will die miserably.”

The noise annoyed He Siming, who kicked him on the back and knocked him to the ground. “Shut up.”

The man continued to struggle fearlessly. He stared at Wen Shuyue ferociously and suddenly smiled evilly, “He Siming, I don’t think you know that your woman is a bitch. I fucked her.”

After he spoke, he gazed at Wen Shuyue greedily as if he wanted to see her through.

His words shocked both Wen Shuyue and He Siming. Wen Shuyue reacted first and shouted, “You are lying. I don’t know you at all!”

Afraid that He Siming would believe the man, Wen Shuyue grabbed the corner of He Siming’s suit with trembling hands. Her pale face was streaked with tears. “He Siming, believe me. I didn’t.”