Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 8 The Rare Tenderness
Song Chaoyu used to like rainy days very much, because his father would always take them out to play on rainy days.

Treading water is something that every child can't refuse. Seeing that they like it, the father tried his best to make them happy even though his mother scolded him every time.

Song Chaoyu straightened up, opened the window beside him, and reached out to catch the rainwater.

The family was poor, but her childhood was richer than many people. She had a loving father, a sensible brother, and a mother with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. She seemed to have grown up in a honeypot.

Although life is poorer, it is always happy.

In fact, she has always known about her father's asthma, but in order not to worry her, his father only showed a smile every time he got sick, comforting her and her brother that he was fine...

Thinking of these, Song Chaoyu felt a dull pain in his heart.

She is such a good father, she actually pissed him off!Can she still be considered a human being?

Thinking of those good times, she wanted to twitch the corners of her mouth, only to realize that she couldn't laugh at all, the good times were replaced by the appearance of her father dying.

With a gray face, there is still anger and hatred on the face. Her father taught people to be poor since they were young, and never miss them. She actually went to cling to others.

The matter between her and Zhan Jincheng was considered a secret, and it had not been discovered all these years, after all, paper could not contain fire.

Thinking of the matter between her and Zhan Jincheng, Song Chaoyu stroked her flat stomach, and the strong smell of blood from the abortion seemed to permeate her again, making her breathless.

The three-year relationship was torched, but in the end she made her father mad. Not only that, but she also killed an innocent child.

Thinking of the two lives, Song Zhaoyu only felt a buzzing in her head, a little pain, and a little dizziness. She didn't know what she was doing at all.

Her eyes were sore but she couldn't cry, her heart was riddled with holes, but she still had no tears.

The pain in his head was still intensifying, Song Zhaoyu couldn't bear it, his whole body went limp, his head pressed against the cold window, trying to wake himself up.

Song Chaoyu felt that she was about to fall asleep in the next second, but the severe pain in her head kept her awake all the time.

The light in the room was a bit dim, Song Zhaoyu raised his eyes and saw a bright thing - a fruit knife.

Song Zhaoyu couldn't hold back her emotions, she walked over slowly, her head hurt, like she was reaching the tip of the knife with every step, but she still walked towards the fruit knife step by step.

Maybe... maybe as long as she dies, all this will be over...

Song Zhaoyu thought pessimistically, without her existence, all of this would not have happened at all, her father would not have a sudden asthma attack, and an innocent child would not have just passed away.

Song Zhaoyu finally walked up to the fruit knife, and was about to pick up the knife, only to realize that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even hold the fruit knife steadily.

Song Zhaoyu clenched her fingers tightly, and finally managed to hold the fruit knife, she showed a relieved smile.

The fruit knife was pressed against the wrist of the left hand, and a red mark was quickly pressed out, and fine blood beads came out.

Zhan Jincheng held fruit in one hand and packed meals in the other. Seeing this situation, he quickly put down the things in his hands and rushed to Song Chaoyu.

The fruit knife in Song Chaoyu's hand was quickly snatched by Zhan Jincheng.

Song Zhaoyu was not Zhan Jincheng's opponent when he was normal, let alone when he was very weak now, Zhan Jincheng grabbed the fruit knife, and she didn't have the strength to resist at all.

Zhan Jincheng threw the fruit knife on the floor aside, and the fruit knife collided with the floor making a crisp sound.

Song Chaoyu paused, some mechanical movements, she also wanted to pick up the fruit knife not far away.

Zhan Jincheng saw the red marks on Song Chaoyu's left wrist and the fine blood beads, so he took a few tissues to stop the bleeding and stopped Song Chaoyu's movements.

"You can't kill someone by cutting your wrists, so don't hurt yourself, okay?" Zhan Jincheng said warmly.

Song Chaoyu showed a bleak smile, can a knife not kill a person?You can't die by cutting your wrists, but what about cutting your neck?There is always a way to leave.

Seeing Song Chaoyu's smile, Zhan Jincheng felt a dull pain in his heart, this was not the Song Chaoyu he wanted to see.

The look on his face softened even more, he hugged Song Chaoyu gently, and said in a gentle voice: "Think about your brother, you can't leave now."

Song Zhaoyu's smile was even more bleak, as if she heard a big joke, she even laughed out loud.

Song Zhaoyu's voice was hoarse, and later he couldn't even laugh, and made some hoarse voices, which were a little creepy at first.

"Brother, you want me to think about my brother..." Song Chaoyu whispered.

When Zhan Jincheng mentioned this, she just found it ironic, it wasn't because of her younger brother that she and Zhan Jincheng were together, signed an agreement, and became a shameful mistress.

She despises herself so much, if her younger brother hears about it, he would rather not have the money for medical treatment than want her to be so despicable.

Thinking of this, Song Chaoyu felt even more disgusted, she felt that she was doing it for her brother's benefit, would his brother think so?If the younger brother knew that her father was killed by her, what would the younger brother think?
Thinking of this, Song Chaoyu trembled all over, and he was very resistant in his heart.

She seemed to be abused. She knew that she didn't want to think about it, either psychologically or physically, but she just wanted to.

Song Zhaoyu realized that he was in Zhan Jincheng's arms, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he broke free from Zhan Jincheng's embrace, trotted to a corner, and curled up together.

Her back was leaning against the cold wall, and she didn't notice it at all.

Song Chaoyu's forehead was pressed against his knees, and his whole body was still visibly trembling. Zhan Jincheng slowly approached.

He gritted his teeth tightly, always feeling his nose was a little sore, and seeing Song Chaoyu in such a mess made him feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't know where his emotions came from, he just didn't want to see Song Chaoyu in such a mess.

Zhan Jincheng walked up to Song Chaoyu, Song Zhaoyu realized that someone was approaching, she raised her head to look at Zhan Jincheng, her eyes dodged, she was reluctant to see the person in front of her.

Zhan Jincheng tentatively approached Song Chaoyu's shoulder with his hands, but before he could get close, Song Chaoyu shrank back as if stressed.

Zhan Jincheng withdrew his hand and looked helplessly at the person in front of him.

He kept trying, and after a long time, he embraced the cold person in front of him, and gently patted Song Chaoyu's back.

Zhan Jincheng wanted Song Chaoyu to cry, maybe it would be better to vent like this.

(End of this chapter)