Chapter 512: She Had Never Seen Him Lose Control in This Manner

Mo Jingshen entered the hotel and immediately ordered one of the staff members to call a doctor over. He then hauled her into the elevator heavily, pushing her against the glass elevator wall. As the doors closed, he pressed her down firmly, gritting his teeth to ask: "Ji Nuan, didn't I tell you not to move?"

His ice-cold voice was as sharp as a knife; it no longer had its usual, indifferent shell. It was clear that he had already lost his patience.

Ji Nuan's back slammed against the glass wall painfully. Her wrist was also caught in his painful hold.

She stood in her position and did not speak.

Yes, he did. He told her not to move.

Afterward, he even mouthed at her to warn her: Don't Move.

He said it several times, but she still moved.

Because in that instant, the two kidnappers had already turned their guns onto him. They were about to kill him.

She did not want this man any longer, but it didn't mean she never once loved him.

She couldn't watch him die.

His back and neck were already riddled with scars. She did not wish for him to come into any more harm, and so, she had charged forward, hoping to steal their guns away.

It was true that she did not have much ability. She was not very capable, and she did not have very high chances. But she still moved. The consequences were that she created more trouble for him. From the beginning, Mo Jingshen had planned to cooperate with the police by allowing them to block their path along the Coastal Road. However, because of her, he directly crashed the car into the ocean.

She was injured and had angered the kidnappers. She almost died in their hands.

The anger had already burned through all of Mo Jingshen's rationality. Her silence could not extinguish the rage. Instead, it further ignited it. He held her shoulder with a death grip, and, as the elevator came to a stop, he hauled her to the room, opened the door, and pushed her in.

Ji Nuan's steps were unstable as he pushed her into the bathroom. The showerhead was aimed at her. He pushed the tap, and ice-cold water abruptly came raining down, drenching her.

Ji Nuan did not resist. The water gradually warmed to a suitable temperature, heating up her ice-cold body. As her body regained its heat, the scent of the two kidnappers' touch was also washed off. The blood on her scalp was also washed off, but all of a sudden, her heart felt as though it was boiling hot.

The man stood under the water with her, his soaked dress shirt clinging onto his body. He cruelly and forcefully took hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I planned for three years to change the trajectory of your life, for you to live on well, not for you to send yourself to your death so carelessly!"

The man before her eyes spat out those words harshly, each one of them slamming painfully against her heart.

Ji Nuan's stared at him with widened eyes. It was as though some disconnected doubts had finally connected in her mind. She watched the man before her in a daze. The water kept coming down from above. Her widened eyes stared at the man's reddened ones. It felt as though her blood had frozen.

The way Su Zhilan had died was identical to her in her past life. After Ji Mengran's disappearance, she was sold by human traffickers and almost lost her life. In her past life, all of her difficult experiences had been related to those two people. And in this life, it was as though the painful paths she had previously taken had all been forcefully shifted onto them...

Life's original trajectory, divorce, returning to the place she needed to return to?

A new life, a new trajectory?

Was this what he had meant?

Was this it?

The man tightened his grip around her chin. "I should have stopped you from returning. I should have used the most poisonous, most painful words to attack you! No matter if your heart would be completely battered, so long as you would completely give up and obediently live out your new life happily! So long as you would stop showing up before my eyes!"

After seeing her almost die, Mo Jingshen's eyes were stained red from fear and anger.

It was not that Ji Nuan had never seen him lost control.

But she had never seen him lose control in this manner.

Wasn't he always composed?

That damned composure of his.

His eyes remained locked onto her as he asked, "I was willing to suffer the whole separation, even if it meant you would hate me for the rest of your life. So long as you could learn to live well on your own, so long as you could be well, I was fine with anything. But why did you have to return?"

The sprinkler gradually widened. As more water came raining down, Ji Nuan suddenly could not see him clearly through the curtain of water. She stood under the water as though frozen, allowing the warm water to wash away the ice in her body.

Mo Jingshen had a throat full of anger with nowhere to vent. At the sight of her standing under the water vacantly, his senses finally snapped completely.

With one arm, he hauled her over, pressing her against the ice-cold wall behind the water.

"You'll never learn to be obedient, is that it? You'll never learn to treasure your own life, is that it? What do you want me to do? Ji Nuan, what more do you want me to do?"

He gritted his teeth, his breaths landing on her face heavily. His eyes were reddened, and his entire body was trembling.

He had never once appeared to be such a sorry figure.

No matter if it was back when they were in Cambodia, or back when he almost lost his life during the car accident. He never appeared to be such a sorry figure.

The layers of suffering and tolerance were being peeled apart with each word, as though his outer, merciless pretense were being tugged off. But her words were also true. The past was in the past, and things were very different now. She did not even wish to know of the reasons behind his cruel insistence for divorce back then.

So, what if she had learned of it? He had prepared himself for a life of loneliness. So long as he could watch her live well, watch her mature, and grow to become stronger and more invulnerable. So long as she wouldn't abruptly die at thirty years old like she once did, and suddenly disappear because of a change in her life. All he wanted was for her to live safely and peacefully.

Yet, she insisted on showing up before his eyes over and over again. She made it impossible for him to endure, which made him lose control over and over again. She made him want to approach, yet he had no idea how to regain the woman he had once personally hurt.

He wanted to regain what he had once lost but knew that she had already been hurt to the point where she barely held any feelings for him.

For the first time in Mo Jingshen's life, he did not know what to do with her. He was helpless.

The sound of the shower was constant by the ears. Ji Nuan stared at him with clear eyes. She opened her mouth but could not speak. Finally, she smiled, the curve of her lips gradually deepening.

She appeared calm, but her eyes were fixed on him. She did not shout, nor did she express anger, fear, or confusion. With a pair of reddened eyes, water droplets were constantly rolling down her cheeks. It wasn't clear if she was crying or smiling.

It was as though someone had delivered a painful blow against Mo Jingshen's head, and a nerve had completely snapped in his mind.

As though his rationality was completely destroyed.

The man's eyes were reddened. He abruptly leaned down and kissed her harshly.