One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

She stretched her hand out to push the man away as she broke down, but he just had to remain standing in the same position, erect like a mountain. No matter how much she pushed and shoved, he did not move an inch.

Her heart sank. She absolutely hated this man, who had turned her life upside down, yet she could do nothing about it!

“Take it away. Take all of it away! Don’t torture me anymore!”

Yun Shishi held on to her head and, with her back against the windowpane, she slid down bit by bit. Burying her face deep into her arms, she sobbed uncontrollably. She looked just like a child the way she let out all her pent-up humiliation, anger, indignation, and despair freely.

“Mu Yazhe, I hate you. I hate you the most…”

He was momentarily dumbfounded.

His heart hurt and felt frenetic – absolutely frenetic – for he made her cry. Her unexpected breakdown took him by surprise, and he was clueless about it.

For the longest time, he just stood there upright, watching her with helpless eyes and lowered head, at a loss on what to do.

Why did this woman love to cry in such a piteous and depressing manner, as if all her defenses were dissolved? She was wholly displaying her true self before him!

What should he do with her, though?

Was he in the wrong, after all?

Was he in the wrong?

He just wanted to build a fortress and keep her inside it while providing her with abundant sustenance – be it glamor, wealth, or even limitless love. He simply hated other men thinking of her!

He just wanted to keep her safe from the others coveting her.

Was this also wrong?

What should be done, then?

He slightly furrowed his brows. His heart was in so much pain he was suffocating. He had never ever shed a tear; even when he was sustaining injuries all over his body in the most gruesome special training camp, he did not cry even once.

The cold-hearted him had never felt so heartbroken because of anyone, but as this woman completely broke down before him, she made his heart unexpectedly clench in pain.

“STOP CRYING!” he bellowed. She, however, did not care for him, and her hoarse cries seemed to assert his distance.

He held his forehead in frustration. A woman’s tears were always an unexpected trump card against men; they penetrated through them and gave no way for them to defend themselves.

Was he not the same? Looking at her cry, his heart felt pain but he could do nothing about it.

He had never comforted a woman before; must he comfort her the way he did with Yichen?

When Yichen was younger, he feared pain the most. He was especially afraid to receive injections whenever he was sick. Each time he had to take an injection, he would wail endlessly.

In those instances, he would pull him into his arms and kiss his cheeks. The boy would then stop crying.

He lowered his stance and stretched out his long arms, easily scooping her into his embrace.

In the past, this woman would have struggled, shoved, and ran from him.

Right now, however, she did not! Her body was extremely docile and she let him hug her without much struggle, yet her cries did not stop.

She simply buried her face deep within and sobbed nonstop as she rubbed her eyes. She did not appear to be a 24-year-old lady but a weak and helpless little girl instead. She looked so delicate and pitiful, one would be hard-pressed not to shower her with affection!

He carried her to sit on the bed, just like how he had carried Yichen, and hugged her in his arms.

The man’s chest was very wide. His chest and his hug then became a place where she could willfully cry and seek solace.

He dipped his head to wipe her tears away. He kissed the side of her mouth and softly said, “Don’t cry, hmm?”

She still cried. She cried so movingly and despairingly it felt as if the sky had fallen and earth had cracked open.