After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 40 Broken and Relieved
In the dimly lit KTV box, the atmosphere was tense and the air seemed to be on fire. Jiang Cimu clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, his chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes stared at Chu Ling, his anger almost bursting out. He was full of resentment, and his mind was filled with Chu Ling's thoughts about Sang Shuwan. Jealousy and unwillingness intertwined and surged, burning him out of all reason.

"Bang!" Jiang Cimu roared, raised his fist, and smashed towards Chu Ling with anger. Chu Ling was unable to dodge, and his chin was hit hard. The corner of his mouth was instantly torn, and blood gushed out, flowing down, staining the collar of his clothes red. However, he just raised his hand and wiped it casually, with the tip of his tongue against the corner of his mouth that was bleeding, without saying a word, his eyes were deep and dark, revealing an unfathomable coldness.

Suddenly, the bodyguards at the door rushed in like a tide. They were burly and fierce, and the leader shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't attack Young Master Chu!" The sound waves made the box buzz. Jiang Cimu turned a deaf ear to him. In anger, he grabbed the corner of Chu Ling's clothes with his hands like pliers. The force seemed to tear the cloth apart. The whole person was like a beast out of control, roaring: "You must explain it to me today!"

Chu Ling, however, seemed like an outsider, showing no panic or anger at all. The corners of his mouth even slightly raised, outlining a faint smile. He raised his hand and waved, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty: "All of you retreat." Although the bodyguards were reluctant, they could only obey the order and filed out. The box returned to silence, leaving only Jiang Cimu's heavy breathing and Chu Ling's low laughter, and the undercurrent was still surging between the two.

The bodyguards were well-trained, and they retreated outside in the blink of an eye, gently closing the door of the box, locking all the turbulent undercurrents inside. Jiang Cimu touched the bruises at the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and a trace of red seeped out, but the sharpness in his eyes did not diminish at all, and the panic just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by completely undisguised domineering and fierceness.

"Chu Ling, you have repeatedly violated my bottom line. Do you really think that I, Jiang Cimu, am easy to control?" Jiang Cimu's voice was low, like the sound of an ancient bell, making the air in the box buzz. As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like lightning, like a hawk swooping down on its prey, rushing forward swiftly and decisively. His clenched fist seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of strength, wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, and with a heart full of ignited anger, he smashed it hard towards Chu Ling's face.

Chu Ling's eyes widened, a moment of surprise passed through his mind, and he didn't have time to react at all before he was hit hard on the chin. The severe pain came instantly, and his head tilted back, and blood immediately oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, nothing more than that!" Jiang Cimu sneered, and continued his attack. While Chu Ling was still standing still, he raised his leg and kicked him in the abdomen. Chu Ling instinctively blocked, crossed his arms, and took the blow, but his body still slid back several feet uncontrollably, knocking over the coffee table beside him, and the wine, snacks and other things were scattered all over the floor, looking extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Cimu strode forward, his leather shoes tapping the ground, and every step seemed to be stepping on Chu Ling's heart. He bent down slightly, and grabbed Chu Ling's collar with his big hands like a pair of pliers, and lifted him up. The two of them looked at each other, and Jiang Cimu's eyes seemed to be burning with hot lava, full of domineering and sharp, full of determination that would not tolerate disobedience. "Listen to me, if you think about something you shouldn't think about, this is what will happen to you!" After saying that, he swung his arm, threw Chu Ling heavily to the ground, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and strode out of the box with his head held high.

As the lights came on, the cold wind rushed through the tall buildings, making a sharp whistle. Sang Shuwan stood in the courtyard outside the villa, her plain dress rustling in the wind, but she seemed to be completely unaware of the cold, her eyes fixed on the gate of the villa, and her shadow was stretched long under the street lights.

The maid beside her wrapped herself tightly in her down coat, her neck tucked into her scarf, shivering, her voice trembling with anxiety and coldness: "Miss, the temperature has dropped, it's so windy outside, and you're wearing so little. If you continue to waste time, you'll definitely catch a cold or have a fever. Let's go inside and wait."

Sang Shuwan pretended not to hear. Her slender fingers nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt. Her eyes were fixed on the closed door. She murmured, "I can't feel at ease until he comes back." Her eyes were full of stubbornness, as if she could hope to get Jiang Cimu back as long as she stood there.

The maid's eyes were red, filled with tears of grievance and worry. She stamped her feet, took a few quick steps forward and grabbed Sang Shuwan's arm: "Miss, you have always been in frail health. If you fall ill, the gentleman will be heartbroken. Please go into the house first, and I will call you as soon as the gentleman arrives, okay?" As she spoke, a strong wind swept over with cold rain. The maid shivered and unconsciously increased the strength in her hands.

Sang Shuwan gently broke free from the maid's hand, gathered her scattered hair, took a deep breath in the cold wind, swayed her body, and still stood straight. The neon light reflected on her face, highlighting a bit of stubbornness, as if the cold wind and rain were just an insignificant episode, and the most important thing at the moment was to wait for Jiang Cimu to return.

After a while, Jiang Cimu finally emerged from the tight night. The sensor lights outside the villa lit up one by one, emitting a warm yellow halo that dispelled the night around him. He was wearing a dark windbreaker, the corners of which swayed in the wind, making his figure look even taller. His neat short hair was a little messy, probably because it was blown by the wind while he was on the road.

Sang Shuwan's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up, and she subconsciously wanted to run towards him, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and only her eyes turned slightly red uncontrollably, accumulating a thin layer of tears. Jiang Cimu took a few steps forward, stopped in front of her, raised his hand and gently stroked her hair that was messed up by the wind, and said in a voice with a bit of apology and pampering: "You've been waiting for a long time, it's windy outside, are you frozen?" As he said that, he was about to take off his windbreaker and put it on her.

The maid beside him secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly retreated a little further away. Sang Shuwan's nose felt sore and tears almost fell from her eyes. She shook her head and tried to force a smile: "I didn't wait long. I'm glad you're back." But the slightly trembling tone still revealed her grievance and bitterness of waiting in the cold wind.

Jiang Ci Mu frowned slightly, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and whispered softly: "It's my fault. I won't let you wait like this in the future." Sang Shu Wan listened, slowly put her arms around his waist, buried her head deeply in his arms, and let his body temperature dispel the coldness all over her body.

Sang Jiuyue was hidden in the shadows far from the gate. The dim light of the street lamp stretched her figure into a narrow and blurred image, as if she had melted into the thick night. She tightly grasped her phone, her fingertips turning white due to the force, and her eyes were fixed on the scene of Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan hugging each other not far away. Jealousy burned in her eyes, causing her eye sockets to turn red and her eyes to darken.

Seeing the two getting closer and closer, Jiang Cimu gently stroked Sang Shuwan's hair, his eyes full of doting. Sang Jiuyue was so angry that she almost bit her lower lip, and her teeth sank deeply into her lip flesh. "Why..." She muttered silently, her voice full of resentment and resentment. At this moment, the screen of her mobile phone lit up, and the cold light reflected her distorted expression. She quickly unlocked it and took several photos of the two people. The angle was tricky, but the picture was clear and eye-catching.

With her fingertips moving rapidly, Sang Jiuyue sent all the photos to Chu Ling, with a short note of four words: "Look at them." The notification sound of successful sending rang out, and she curled her lips in a sneer. The hatred in her eyes lessened a little, and there was a hint of pleasure, as if she was sure that these photos would stir up huge waves in Chu Ling's heart and shatter the peace of Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan.

Chu Ling curled up in a corner of the sofa. The lights in the room were dim, making his face look even gloomier. It was as if someone was swinging a heavy hammer in his head, hitting his temple again and again. The waves of severe pain made him frown and clench his fists, his knuckles turning white. Veins on his forehead bulged, and cold sweat slid down his temples, soaking his collar.

He raised his hand and pressed the ice pack hard against his cheek, trying to suppress the pain and anger. At this moment, the phone "dinged" and the screen lit up, the glaring light was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. He glanced impatiently and saw several high-definition pictures in the anonymous message. The image of Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan leaning on each other instantly caught his eye, with an impact comparable to a heavy artillery.

Chu Ling's eyes widened instantly, and his pupils shrank sharply, emitting a chill and rage. His lips trembled, he gasped, and his chest rose and fell violently. The next second, he roared, raised his arms high, and smashed the phone to the ground like a meteor with full of resentment. With a crisp "crash", the screen shattered in an instant, and the body parts scattered all over the ground, just like his shattered heart at the moment. He was still not satisfied, so he stood up and raised his foot, crushing the fragments heavily, gritting his teeth and said, "Jiang Cimu, you wait!"

Chu Ling's eyes were red, his chest was heaving violently, he stared at the wreckage of the phone on the ground, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his chest. After a moment, he caught a glimpse of the photo of his ex-girlfriend on the table, and his body suddenly stiffened.

He walked slowly over, his steps were weak, he raised his hand to pick up the ornament, and gently stroked the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the photo with his fingertips. The light shone down, reflecting the complex emotions in his eyes, the anger and unwillingness faded like the tide, leaving only a faint sense of melancholy. The sweet memories of the past flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern: strolling on the street, cuddling in the cinema, birthday surprises...Everything has become the old times that can never be returned.

Chu Ling let out a long sigh, his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, the hostility on his face also dissipated, leaving only a trace of relief. Perhaps Sang Shuwan was never a substitute for anyone, she was just a pure her, with her own story and emotions. And his ex-girlfriend, the girl who accompanied him through a beautiful period of time, had already left resolutely, disappeared in the vast sea of people, and would never come back again.

"Forget it." Chu Ling murmured softly, carefully putting the ornaments back in place, his voice so soft that it sounded like a sigh. The wind outside the window was still noisy, but the people in the house had quietly let go, let go of the past, and let themselves go.

(End of this chapter)