Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Late at night, Qing Yu was lying on the bed. She opened her eyes in a daze and found herself in the dark and small room again.

The light was broken and no one had repaired it, so it was always dim.

She sat up from the bed. The noise in the house seemed to never stop. The sound of glass breaking and hands hitting cheeks had not stopped and would never stop.

After a long time, the sound disappeared in an instant. She raised her eyes and stared at the door. She seemed to know what would happen next.

fear!

She stood up and wanted to escape, but her feet seemed to have lost feeling and she could not stand up or move.

She could only let the door open and a woman with a bruised face rushed in, grabbed her hair, twisted her off the bed, and finally threw her to the ground angrily.

The woman grabbed her neck and suffocated her, enduring slaps again and again without any power to resist.

It hurts! It really hurts! She wants to cry out! She hopes someone can come and save her.

But her throat seemed to be blocked, she couldn't shout or cry!

She didn't understand, she never understood! She could only blame it on the fact that she was born wrong!

Gradually, the woman's blurry face seemed to turn into a man with a look of resentment on his face and he was saying something.

"You cowardly piece of shit!"

"Waste! You are so useless!"

The man kicked her, and all she could do was curl up.

It hurts! It really hurts!

"Jiang Qingyu! You are a disaster star. You killed your mother!" The man insulted her on the ground over and over again with the most vicious words.

Unconsciously, the voices of the man and the woman seemed to mix together, repeating in my ears without stopping.

"You are a piece of trash!"

"waste!"

"Useless trash!"

She was unwilling to accept this. Even if her birth was a mistake, she was unwilling to endure the pain like this! She didn't want this! She didn't want it!

Stop! Stop now!

Suddenly, she sat up from her fright, looked around hastily, and gasped.

Dream? Is it a dream?

Even as her thoughts wandered, the cursing did not stop, and tears of hopelessness flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

The suffocating pain took her heart and eroded her sanity. She wanted to escape, to escape from it all.

She ran aimlessly, looking for hope to survive, until she ran into a familiar embrace.

The man looked down at her who was running straight towards him. She had bare feet and was wearing a transparent white dress, her figure vaguely visible underneath the dress.

He couldn't help but frown. Why did she come out dressed like this again? !

Even if you lower your head, you can see her outstanding figure with her charming neckline.

"Jiang Qingyu, have I ever told you to..."

When she heard the voice, she slowly raised her head, her eyes confused and her face full of tears.

His heart suddenly trembled, and he immediately noticed her abnormality.

he asked worriedly, changing the subject.

Perhaps even he himself did not realize how soft his voice was.

She just lowered her head weakly in fear.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Before she could respond, Xiao Wenshu in the room asked the first question.

Seeing this, he quickly responded, "Nothing."

He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around her delicate body.

His feet lightened as he held her in his arms, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and buried herself in his arms.

Hope... Is this hope? Is this the hope for her to survive?

He carried her back to the house until their bodies touched the soft bed, but she still held his arms tightly and was unwilling to let go.

She was afraid. She was afraid that if she let go, he would leave, and those terrible memories would always linger in her ears, making her feel the fear again.

"Don't go... okay?"

He heard her pleading in a low voice, and his heart was moved and could not calm down for a long time.

"it is good."

He stroked her hair gently and lay on the bed with her. Unable to see her face buried in his arms, he felt uncontrollably anxious and worried.

He hesitated for a moment and asked patiently, "What happened?"

After a moment of calm, I heard her delicate voice, "There is a sound in my ear..."

Voice? She had said that before.

"what sound?"

"A terrible sound... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

"Hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Hearing her cry out in pain, he became even more anxious to confirm if she was feeling unwell anywhere.

He loosened his grip on her slightly and lowered his eyes to check, and she was not avoiding him on purpose.

He looked at her fair face in the dimly lit house. Her wide-open eyes looked fragile and helpless. She was clearly looking at him, but her pupils could not focus, absorbed by thousands of pains, and fell to the bottom.

He had never seen her like this before, and he didn't hesitate to reach out and touch her wet cheek.

"Tell me, where does it hurt?"

Her timid state seemed to be a serious feeling, and finally she came to the answer, "Headache..."

"I'll go get the doctor."

He wanted to get up, but she quickly shook her head.

"what happened?"

"Don't go..." She murmured these two words.

She knew that only with him around would it work. Only with his voice beside her ears would her voice gradually fade away. Only with him around would the pain in her body fade away.

At this moment, she was as fragile as a cracked porcelain, as if she would shatter before her eyes in the next second.

He hugged her gently and even wanted to lock her in his arms, but his reason stopped him. He couldn't do that. While he was struggling internally, he could hear her steady breathing against his chest.

She fell asleep.

He stared at her delicate face, he didn't understand, the voice beside his ear? Was it a nightmare?

He gently held her cheek and brushed away the tears that remained in the corners of her eyes. He didn't know whether they were tears of fear or pain.

For her, even after going through so many terrible things, I have never seen her shed a tear.

No, except for the day she was kidnapped...

For some reason, he always felt that Jiang Qingyu on that day and Jiang Qingyu now were not the same person at all.

He couldn't explain why he had such a ridiculous thought, but that was how he felt.

Even though she had fallen asleep, his heart could no longer be relieved. He wanted to be close to her, hug her, or even get her.

After struggling for a long time, he finally got up, covered her with the quilt, closed the door and left.

What on earth could have caused her to panic?

"Brother." Xiao Wenshu's voice awakened his mind.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Wenshu calmly, "Why are you here so late?"

"I... saw my brother coming over, I thought something happened to Qingyu, so... I was a little worried." Because Xiao Wenshu heard some noise, he came out and saw his brother walking towards Qingyu's room.

"It's okay, she's already asleep, you should go to bed too." He urged and turned around to leave.

Seeing this, Xiao Wenshu hurriedly called him, "Brother."

"Are you... planning to let Qingyu return to the Jiang Mansion?" Xiao Wenshu asked tentatively.

During this period of time, he has been paying attention to the attitudes of people in Yongqing City towards Qingyu. All signs indicate that his brother intends to let Qingyu return home.

He had worried before whether this was too risky for his brother, but now based on the Jiang family's attitude towards Qingyu, perhaps this would be a terrible plan, at least it could not guarantee Qingyu's safety.

"What do you want to say?" The slightly cold voice could not detect his emotions.

"Brother, Jiang Mo could be so unscrupulous towards Qingyu in Huanxiang Pavilion, so would it be a risky decision for Qingyu to go back to Jiang Mansion?" Xiao Wenshu did not point it out, but he hoped that his brother could change his mind.

He lowered his eyes, and it seemed as if countless words remained in his heart, but they finally turned into one sentence.

"Wen Shu, some things cannot be stopped once they have begun, whether it is me or Jiang Qingyu, it is the same."

After hearing his brother's words, Xiao Wenshu stood there in a daze.

Unable to stop? He didn't understand. Was this also what Qing Yu meant?