Chief Forced Marriage: Beloved Wife Captured

Chapter 249

In the season when wintersweet blooms, I stand alone by the sea, the sea breeze blows my veil, I look at the sea in the distance, and my mind drifts far away...

In the past few years, I have been like a ghost without a soul, wandering around, wherever I float, I will be there.

My mother died, and my heart seemed to be hollowed out. Although I still have relatives, I have no face to see them. Maybe they will take me in, but they may not forgive me.

No one will forgive, a woman who forced her father to death...

I lived hard on the money my mother left me. No matter where I went, I could see news that Beicheng was looking for me in newspapers, magazines, and on TV.

Every time, I just take a look quietly, then turn around and walk away.

Maybe what I really can't get over is just the hurdle in my heart...

When I returned to Xiangyang again, I was penniless. It was the New Year, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. I was the only one walking alone, walking, but I didn’t know where the end was.

It was getting dark, colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the sound of children's laughter echoed in my ears. Everyone was celebrating the New Year. Everyone's faces were filled with festive smiles. Only me, without any festive feeling .

For me, the new year is just a new round of loneliness.

Before I knew it, I came to the door of the Ye family's mansion. The door was closed, but I knew it must be very lively inside. As long as I reached out and knocked on the door, I would no longer have to wander around, but I didn't do that My courage, years of wandering life, I have been discriminated against by others. Some naughty children like to tear off my veil and call me a monster. As time goes by, I even start to hate myself, but after thinking about it, When did I ever like myself...

I stood for a long time, like a child with low self-esteem, lowered my head, sobbing softly, every festive season, every new year, I will be like this night, crying uncontrollably...

When there was a loud bang over the yard, and the gorgeous fireworks dyed half of the sky red, I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, turned around sadly, and left the place that once filled me with hatred.

In the middle of the cold winter night, fragmented snowflakes began to fall. I hugged my thin body tightly and squatted by the corner of the road.

I think, I may not be able to survive this night, my body is trembling, but my heart is extremely calm, death has never been a thing to be afraid of for me, maybe I will be like the little match girl, Before dawn, I was picked up by my mother far away in heaven. From then on, I stayed away from loneliness, everything, and the troubles of the world...

I don't know how long it has passed, my sanity has gradually become blurred, and in a daze, a car stopped, and then a person got out of the car, he walked slowly in front of me, squatted down, and asked softly: "What are you doing?" What's wrong……"

I shook my head weakly, I didn't want to ask anyone for help, let alone get alms from others.

He stretched out a hand and stroked my forehead, I avoided in panic, I am not used to contact with strangers.

He was not discouraged, and stretched out his hand again, but this time, he seemed to want to tear off my veil, I roared excitedly: "Go away..." The next second, I passed out unconsciously...

When I woke up, I was lying on a strange bed surrounded by strangers. I sat up in panic, and my first reaction was that my veil was still there. Although I was already down and out, I still wanted to maintain my poor self-esteem .

Feeling that the veil was still there, I breathed a sigh of relief, got up and got out of bed, and slowly walked out of the bedroom to the center of a living room. I don't know where this is, nor who brought me here. When I While searching for the owner of the house with uneasy eyes, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind.

I screamed sensitively, turned around, and standing in front of me was a middle-aged man in his forties, he looked at me gently, and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Who are you..." I asked nonchalantly, vaguely remembering that he was the one squatting in front of me before I passed out.

"My surname is Gao, and my name is Gao Zian. You passed out last night, so I had no choice but to bring you home."

"Have you lifted my veil?"

I gradually calmed down. No one would be curious about a woman wearing a veil. Before I passed out, he wanted to tear off my veil. After I passed out, he just gave him the opportunity.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" He asked me with a smile.

Shaking his head: "I don't believe it."

"Then I'll tell you with certainty, no."

"Why? Aren't you curious?"

He got up, poured me a glass of boiled water, and said elegantly: "Curiosity is curiosity, but I see your reaction, it seems that you don't want others to pry into your secret, so I should respect your privacy."

His words shocked me. This is the only word I have heard after wandering for many years, respecting my privacy.

"Thank you." Whether it's true or not, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

"Actually, I'm more curious than you wearing a veil, why are you squatting on the side of the road in the snow and cold? Do you have no family?"

"kindness."

I am afraid that he will continue to ask, besides my appearance, it is my family, these two things I want to avoid the most.

"If you have no place to live temporarily, you can live with me."

I looked at the man across from me again in amazement, but he didn't ask me where my family went, which really surprised me.

"Actually, my appearance..."

I wanted to tell him that I was disfigured, and living here would scare him, but before I finished speaking, he interrupted: "You have a pair of beautiful eyes."

This time, surprise is no longer enough to describe my mood. This man, he is too deep, so deep that I can't see through him. If he didn't know what I wanted to say, how could he interrupt me and praise me for having a pair of beautiful eyes?

I got up angrily: "Sir, thank you for your kindness, no need."

"Wait a minute." He raised his head unhurriedly, looked straight at me and said, "Do you think what I just said actually means that I have seen your face? You are wrong, a woman is wearing a veil, Anyone with a brain can guess that she must be disfigured, and no one would not want others to see her because of her beauty."

I looked back at him lewdly, feeling very at a loss for a moment, because what he said was not unreasonable.

"You can live here with peace of mind. The weather is not good these few days. If you squat on the side of the road again, you will die. God gave us life to live wonderfully, not to die sadly."

By coincidence, I actually compromised, maybe not because I was afraid of death, but because I became curious about this man.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and I have gradually become familiar with the strange environment, but I am still unfamiliar with Gao Zian.

He goes out early and returns late every day, and has a very regular life schedule. He never asks me questions that I don't want to answer, let alone get involved in my privacy.

Finally one day, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, and asked him hesitantly: "Mr. Gao, I know maybe I shouldn't ask, but I'm really curious, why... do you live alone?"

When I asked this sentence, I finally understood those who wanted to spy on me, because curiosity is a kind of nature, and it has nothing to do with good intentions or malice.

He was silent for a moment when he heard the words, I keenly saw a flash of loneliness in his eyes, and quickly explained: "If you don't want to talk, it's okay, I just ask casually."

"You come with me."

He turned and went into the study, and I followed him in. He took out a photo frame from the desk drawer, and I took a closer look. It was a photo of him with a woman. It looked like it should be his wife.

"This is my wife, we love each other very much, but..."

He was a little sad, closed his eyes, then opened them again: "She is dead."

"Dead? Why?" I was a little surprised.

"Five years ago, she suffered from bone cancer. Although she had a strong desire to survive, she failed to overcome death in the end."

Unintentionally exposing other people's scars, seeing Gao Zi'an's sad appearance, and thinking about his father's attitude towards his mother, I couldn't help but feel a little bit more fond of the man in front of me.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears today, it might be hard for me to believe that true love exists, but some people don't have that blessing.

And I, probably the most miserable person, never even had the chance to pass by love...

"I'm sorry to touch your heart."

I apologized guiltily, and he shook his head: "It's okay, life and death are up to fate, we can only blame our lack of fate."

"Then you have no children?"

"I have a daughter who is studying in the United States."

"Didn't she come back to spend the New Year with you?"

"kindness."

Gao Zian's expression was a bit sad, he smiled sadly: "I told her not to come back, this house is too deserted..."

I was afraid that if I continued to ask, it would only make him more sad, so I quickly changed the subject: "Tonight, let me cook."

For the past month, Gao Zian came back on time at five o'clock every day, and then went to the kitchen to cook dinner. He took care of me like a child, even though I said many times, I can do it myself.

"Okay." He didn't refuse.

I made a sumptuous dinner. He took out two bottles of French red wine and raised his glass: "Dare you drink?"

I smiled: "Why don't you dare." I am not afraid of death, but I am also afraid of drinking.

We sat facing each other, he poured half a glass of red wine for me, I tilted my neck and drank it all.

He frowned in surprise: "Wine is not drunk like this. You have to taste it slowly to get the taste."

"No, wine, like life, has lost its flavor to me."

Maybe my words are too negative, but in fact, it is true. For a woman who buried her youth in hatred, life to me is just a glass of plain water.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at me meaningfully, and concluded: "You are a woman with a story."

"No." I shook my head.

"You have, your eyes, sold your soul."

(End of this chapter)