After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me

Song Yu’s piercing gaze bore into me, his intense aura making me feel uneasy. Yet, I tried my best to appear calm and composed, unwilling to let him see any weakness.

After a long pause, he asked, “Did you do it?”

I knew he was referring to Zhang Jishu. I could have told the truth, but the thought of him being cozy with Nian Hua while trying to control me made me refuse to seem so lowly.

In reality, if I wanted, countless men would flock around me, regardless of their intentions. At least in those moments, I would be their cherished one, loved and adored, rather than a dispensable tool by Song Yu’s side.

“Isn’t this what you taught me? If necessary!” I replied with a disdainful smile, speaking casually, as if sleeping with someone else was no big deal.

Especially those last four words, I mimicked Song Yu’s tone from before.

As soon as I finished speaking, I was yanked forward by a strong force, my chest slamming into the center console, painfully hitting the wound on my tender skin.

Song Yu gripped my collar, his teeth grinding audibly. “Did I tell you to sleep with Zhang Jishu? Hmm?”

“What’s the difference? If you could send me to Wang Li’an, why not Zhang Jishu?”

“Compared to Wang Li’an, Zhang Jishu suits my needs better.” My body was forced forward, the pain from the wound making my voice tremble.

“Wang Li’an is a cripple. How can it be the same?” Song Yu’s face was dark as he pulled my collar even closer, almost nose to nose with me.

I was stunned.

Did Song Yu know all along that Wang Li’an was impotent, and that’s why he sent me there?

Does that mean he doesn’t want me sleeping with others?

The sharp pain in my chest made me wince, and I softened my voice while holding his wrist. “Song Yu, it hurts. Let me go.”

Song Yu lowered his gaze, seemingly realizing the injury on my chest, and finally released his grip.

He opened the car door and got out, slamming it shut with a loud bang that made me jump. I gently rubbed my chest, pondering why Song Yu was acting so strangely tonight.

Could he be jealous? Or perhaps he felt sorry for me?

The thought sparked a small, warm flame in my heart.

At that moment, the passenger door opened, and Song Yu looked at me, speaking in a low voice, “Get out.”

I bit my lower lip, took a deep breath, and stepped out, thinking, whatever happens, happens. No matter how angry Song Yu gets, he wouldn’t actually harm me.

I followed him into the villa, trembling slightly. Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang had already gone to bed.

Song Yu led me straight to the second-floor bedroom, about to open the door.

“President Song!” I called out from the staircase, my feet rooted to the spot.

I didn’t know why I felt so conflicted. The surge of male hormones and adrenaline made me yearn to be with Song Yu, yet a voice inside kept telling me it was wrong.

Song Yu’s affection was for Nian Hua. His possessiveness over me was merely physical, nothing more.

The struggle between physical submission and mental resistance made my heart feel like it was being fried in a pan, utterly tormented.

Song Yu turned back to look at me, his voice commanding and leaving no room for refusal, “Come here!”

I exhaled shakily, my feet moving towards Song Yu as if he had some irresistible power over me, drawing me in without my conscious awareness. My heart was at his mercy, sometimes gently caressed, sometimes tightly gripped.

He controlled my every emotion-joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Once inside the room, Song Yu seemed to transform, dragging me into the bathroom.

I stumbled behind him, fear gripping me, “Song Yu, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

Song Yu shut the bathroom door and switched on the glaring incandescent light. He removed his glasses, revealing eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, full of aggression.

My heart pounded in my throat, and it took several dry swallows for me to steady myself.

“Take off your clothes,” Song Yu commanded, his breath heavy and suppressed.

I stepped back, unable to undress under such harsh lighting.

Trying to gain some advantage, I said in a placating tone, “President Song, I’ve secured the Boyang Electronic Technology project. We can send representatives to negotiate the partnership anytime.”

I had planned to flaunt this achievement at the company’s quarterly summary meeting, to show Song Yu that I could handle tasks independently. But now, I was using it to save myself.

I expected Song Yu to calm down upon hearing about the project, though I still didn’t understand why he was angry. Instead, his expression darkened further, a cold smile playing on his thin lips, sending a chill down my spine.

He approached me step by step, his intimidating presence forcing me to retreat until my back hit the door, leaving me nowhere to go.

Song Yu slammed his hands on either side of my shoulders, his body pressing down on me.

Terrified, I shrank back and shut my eyes.

“Did you really let Zhang Jishu touch you? Hmm?” Song Yu’s voice was low and fierce in my ear.

It was the first time I heard Song Yu curse, and his tone was as if he wanted to tear me apart.

Afraid to provoke him further, I quickly explained, “No, he didn’t touch me…”

“He didn’t touch you? Then how did you secure the Boyang project? Do you think I’m a fool?”

“You’re mine, do you understand? Huh?”

“Who told you to go to Zhang Jishu? Huh? Who told you to leave with him? Who told you to sleep with him?” Song Yu angrily berated me while roughly pulling at my belt.

I was frightened by Song Yu’s fierce demeanor. He had always been refined and intelligent, able to handle even the biggest issues with composure. Now, he was like a wild beast, eyes bloodshot, expression terrifyingly ferocious, completely different from his usual calm and collected self.

It reminded me of the time Wang Li’an had tormented me.

“Song Yu, please don’t… I’m scared… I beg you, please don’t…”

“Song Yu, no… I’m scared, please don’t… I’m terrified…” I trembled all over, clutching Song Yu’s wrists, my voice quivering with tears as I pleaded with him.

Perhaps my sobbing awakened his conscience, as Song Yu suddenly stopped, lifting his gaze to my frightened, helpless expression. In that moment, tears streamed down my face.

It felt like a narrow escape from disaster.

Song Yu stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes filled with astonishment, confusion, and countless emotions I couldn’t decipher. Then, as if he had seen a terrifying beast, he abruptly stood up straight, retreating several steps. The aggressive aura that had surrounded him vanished.

Freed from his grip, I quickly retreated to a corner, watching him with trepidation, fearing he might do something terrifying again.

Though I liked Song Yu, it wasn’t this out-of-control, unfamiliar version of him.

Song Yu stood there, taking a few deep breaths, then walked to the door and instructed, “Stay here tonight.” With that, he left the bathroom, and soon I heard the bedroom door open and close.

Song Yu must have left.

After a couple of minutes, ensuring there was no movement outside, I cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, clutching my clothes.

Indeed, the spacious bedroom was dark and empty.

Even if I wanted to leave now, I couldn’t. Song Yu’s villa was in the affluent area of Hai City’s new district, at least an hour from downtown. At this hour, there was nothing outside but mountains and water, not a soul in sight, let alone a taxi.

Though I was still worried Song Yu might suddenly return, if he really intended to do something, he would have done it in the bathroom earlier, not waited until now.

With that thought, I felt much more at ease.

After a tumultuous night, I was utterly exhausted, especially my stomach. Earlier, perhaps due to nerves and fear, I hadn’t felt much, but now that I was relaxed, it ached faintly.

Probably because I had thrown up everything I ate that evening.

Clutching my aching stomach, I lay down on the bed, my mind filled with images of Song Yu’s erratic behavior that night.

Clearly, when Zhang Jishu and I left the restaurant, he and Nian Hua were chatting and laughing, seemingly inseparable. So why did he end up waiting downstairs at my place?

Could it be he had another argument with Nian Hua and took it out on me?

But what he said tonight seemed unrelated to Nian Hua, focusing instead on me and Zhang Jishu.

Could Song Yu really be jealous? Did he not want me to have a close relationship with anyone else, leading to everything that happened?

That must be it!

He must like me a little!

Suddenly, I felt a surge of joy, even my stomach didn’t hurt as much.

That night, I slept soundly in a bed that smelled like Song Yu, under a blanket he had used. When I woke up, it was past nine in the morning. I yawned, groggily opened my eyes, and was instantly wide awake.

Because Song Yu was in the room, sipping tea and reading a newspaper.

He was back to his usual composed, stern self, with his clear gold-rimmed glasses, white shirt, gray vest, and neatly pressed gray trousers. Even sitting there silently, he exuded an air of superiority.

“President Song!” I hurriedly sat up, awkwardly greeting him.

Song Yu didn’t speak, his eyes still focused intently on the newspaper.

I fidgeted with my fingers, unsure of what to say, as it seemed nothing would fit the current atmosphere.

Finally, Song Yu spoke, “Bai Yu, I really underestimated you.”

He folded the newspaper, looking up at me with a deep, amused smile in his eyes.