Gao Sen looked embarrassed, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where my wife is, but I regularly communicate with her via email."

"E-mail?" Rong Haotian was stunned.

Gao Sen nodded, "Yes!"

Rong Haotian was stunned again, and after a few seconds he became irritable and furious, "Okay! Gao Sen, I'll give you a chance! Please tell me carefully and clearly, when did Madam contact you and how often did she contact you?

You must tell me everything they talked about! If you can find Madam, I, Rong Haotian, will spare your life!"

Hearing this, Gao Sen knelt on the ground and did not dare to move or raise his head, "Old man, Gao Sen does not dare to tell lies, but... Gao Sen cannot guarantee that he will be able to find his wife, but I will do my best."

He told the truth.

Eight years ago, in the second year after Mrs. Rong left Nancheng, Gao Sen suddenly received an email claiming to be from Mrs. Rong in his usual email address. At first, he also doubted whether it was a prank, but between the lines...

The information disclosed shows that the person who sent the email is indeed Mrs. Rong.

The content of the email was very brief. It was just about understanding the situation of the Rong family. Of course, it specifically talked about Rong Jue.

It was also difficult for Gao Sen, because he had been staying with the old man. Since Mrs. Rong left the old house, the old man had lived in seclusion in the Loyal Valley, France, all year round. He had to find a way to arrange manpower, grasp everything that happened in Nancheng, and report to Rong as soon as possible.

lady.

Gao Sen also wanted to track down Mrs. Rong's whereabouts, but every time he found some clues and found Mrs. Rong's "address" based on the clues, he failed. Then, Mrs. Rong disappeared for several months before contacting Gao Sen again.

After this situation occurred several times, Mrs. Rong became angry and said that if Gao Sen continued to investigate her whereabouts, she would no longer have any contact with Gao Sen. Gao Sen was worried that he would never be able to contact her again, so he gave up the idea of ​​searching for her whereabouts.

In the following years, Mrs. Rong sent him an email every two months. Gao Sen would always send an email to Mrs. Rong everything that happened in the Rong family, including of course what happened a year ago.

That accident.

Therefore, saving Nuan Nuan was indeed Mrs. Rong’s instruction.

After hearing Gao Sen's confession, Rong Haotian was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Madam asked you to save Nuan Nuan? Why?"

"This...Gao Sen doesn't know much either."

Rong Haotian opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time. He was stunned for a long time, and then he said, "Then when was the last time you contacted Madam?"

At this point, Gao Sen was in trouble, "This..."

He hesitated for a while, and then said, "Since you returned to Nancheng a year ago, my wife has contacted me every month. Until three months ago, she suddenly lost contact. I contacted her almost every day."

I checked my mailbox and sent her many emails, but I didn’t receive any reply from her..."

At this point, Gao Sen's voice couldn't help but weaken. He carefully raised his eyes and looked at Rong Haotian, and saw that his originally sharp and cold eagle eyes were becoming more and more sinister, showing signs of rage.

.

A few seconds later, Rong Haotian pursed his lips for a long time and finally spoke, but his voice was as cold as ice: "You mean - now, even you can't contact her?!"

Gao Sen gritted his teeth and said, "I think Madam should be fine. Maybe she just doesn't want to contact me for the time being, or maybe...she has other plans and ideas."

After listening to Gao Sen's words, Rong Haotian said nothing, angrily raised his crutch and wanted to hit Gao Sen, but he paused after raising his arm in mid-air, and did not fall down for a long time, as if he was hesitating for something.

After a long time, he threw the crutch far away. He pointed at Gao Sen and roared, "Gao Sen, go back and wait for news from the madam. I will only give you one month. If you can't contact her in one month, I will take you."

I will pay for my life!"

"Yes, old man!"

Stepping out of Yazhuyuan, Gao Sen let out a long breath. After returning to his room, he quietly closed the door, turned on the computer, entered the mailbox, clicked on the "Write Email" column, and then typed a few lines of words——

Madam, I have prevaricated the old man. He will not touch Nuan Nuan in the short term, but he only gave me one month. If he still cannot contact you after one month, he will probably bring up the old matter again. It seems that you have to

It's time to hurry up.

After sending the email, Gao Sen turned off the computer and put it away carefully.

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After Nuan Nuan fainted, he woke up that night. Although he had been lying down for several hours, he did not sleep well. His mind was still groggy, and he could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Suddenly, a "squeak" sound was heard, and someone pushed the door open and entered.

Wen Nuan was awakened by the sound, opened her eyes slightly, and saw a dark shadow standing at the door in confusion. From a distance, two eyes as dark as a pool fell on her slightly frightened face.

The chair sat softly in front of her.

Rong, Rong Jue?

She wanted to call him, but her voice was stuck in her throat, so she could only take her right hand out of the white quilt, lift it up and stretch it out to him.

He leaned down, held her hand, put his cheek against her palm, closed his eyes and rubbed it gently, relying on her warmth like a child.

After a long while, he said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

The slightly hoarse voice brought out the unknown sadness, which made Wen Nuan feel unbearably sore in her heart. She shook her head bitterly——

No, it’s not good! Rong Jue, I’m very bad...

"Do you hate me? Hate me for forcing you to make a decision?" He picked up her hand, asked softly, and kissed her fingertips, pecked each one, and then bit them one by one.

She felt sour in her heart, tears filled her eyes uncontrollably, and she answered him silently——

Hate, of course I hate it! You knew I loved you, so why did you marry Russell, and why did you ask me to be your bridesmaid in front of everyone? How could you be so cruel?!

He leaned forward, his hot breath lingering on her lips, as if he was eager to seduce her soul, "I just want you to hate me. If you can only hate me with your love for me, remember me with your hatred, and remember me with the pain I have suffered."

If I can only force you to stay by my side if you give me back the longing in your heart... I would rather you hate me."

She grasped his hand in confusion and helplessness, looking at him as if begging for mercy——

No, Rong Jue, don’t be like this. If I hate you, the person who will hurt you the most will only be me...

He still murmured to himself and kissed her cheek gently, "Warm, if you love me, beg me, beg me not to leave, beg me not to marry Russell, beg me to be with you forever, and I will let you go."

you."

"You..." Her throat was so hoarse that she was so anxious that she couldn't make her voice come out. She could only shake her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she still couldn't say a word.

In the end, she could only look at him miserably, shaking her head and crying, while he gently rubbed her hair and murmured on her temples.

"You don't understand, only when you are like me, love someone so much that you hate it so much that you almost go crazy, and hate it to the point where your heart is piercing your heart and you are desperate for death. Only when you have tasted that feeling, can you

You will realize how much I love you."

"Only when you hate me, when your heart goes through what I have gone through, will you understand how hard it has been for me to wait for you this year, how painful it has been, and how desperate..."

A drop of cold and transparent water overflowed from his unblinking starry eyes and slowly fell on her palm, "Even if thousands of needles pierce my heart, it will not be as good as after you left.

The tragic pain in my heart... Do you know? If you don't come back, my heart may never recover in this life."

Listening to his hoarse voice shook her heart, and the pain in her chest was so clogged that she could hardly breathe. She just wanted to hold his hand and touch her cheek, hoping to soothe his injured heart.

She wanted to tell him anxiously that in fact she never wanted to hurt him so deeply.

However, my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat and I couldn't make any sound.

He held her hand back and stood up, feeling nostalgic and reluctant to leave her. His cold fingertips slipped from her palms and between her fingers, and he said softly, "There are still three days. There are still three days for you to think about it. If you think I

It's too cruel and makes you unable to breathe, then you can hate me, but I will not change my decision, because only in this way can I know how deeply you love me."

After speaking, he slowly pulled away and left.

She looked at his quietly leaving figure in panic, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice finally escaped from her throat, "No, no, Rong Jue, don't go... don't go, Rong Jue... wait... Rong Jue...

…”

The slanting moon in the west disappeared into the black clouds, and there was a strange "bang" sound in the silent night. The clear and sharp sound of broken glass was shocking. Amidst the suppressed roar, Wen Nuan finally struggled to sit up from the bed.

In the dark night, Wen Nuan looked around, wondering where she was. It wasn't until she felt a pulling pain on the back of her hand that she suddenly understood that it was her right hand with the needle belt that knocked over the water glass on the bed.

It turns out that everything just happened was a dream...

However, the images in the dream are so clear, and the touches on the hair, forehead, temples and cheeks are so real, so real that it seems that the touch remaining on the skin can still be felt.

Is it really a dream...

Suddenly, in the silence, a slow and gentle creaking sound was heard, as if someone was closing or unscrewing the door lock from the outside.

Nuan Nuan immediately stared nervously behind the door and blurted out, "Is it Rong Jue?"

There was dead silence outside the door.

She raised her ears and listened carefully, but there was no sound in the darkness. She slowly closed her eyes and unconsciously murmured: "Rong Jue..."

After an unknown amount of time, a breeze passed through, and the originally closed door was gently pulled open. The light in the corridor slanted through the crack in the door. The figure standing outside the door carefully held the door handle.
Chapter completed!