Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

Early the next morning, Si Wan abruptly opened her eyes, saw the thick arm around her waist, and felt pangs of pain, which reminded her that was not a dream.

Her only bargaining chip had been deprived of the night before.

She bit her lower lip, shed a silent teardrop, presently pushed away Gong Siming’s arm and the quilt. With difficulty, she sneaked off the bed. As if hit by a train, she felt unbearable pain all over her body. Her feet were so weak that she had to stagger slowly along the wall.

Bearing the discomfort, she didn’t have the time to change her pajamas. Nor did she have the courage to take a look at the sleeping man on the bed. Without looking back, she left the room…

As soon as she got out, she heard deafening thunder. The rain was pouring down like a magnificent waterfall.

The devastated woman walked to Yue’s room. Feebly leaning against the wall, she gently knocked on the door in case Gong Siming would be awakened in the other room.

He wouldn’t be. The sound insulation in the room was so great that even rumbling thunder outside couldn’t be heard at all.

Si Wan knocked for a long time before the door was slowly opened. Yue was stupefied by the sight of the collapsed woman on the floor!

Her body black and blue could be seen clearly under the dim light.

The scene felt like déjÀ vu. In a peace-keeping campaign, Yue once saw a war correspondent raped by a dozen local terrorists.

Although Si Wan was not beaten, the bruises on her body were a clear manifestation that she had been inhumanly tortured.

She hurried to support Si Wan who then snorted. Regardless of everything, she carried Si Wan into the bedroom.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yue saw the little kid following her closely. His eyes were filled with horror and distress.

“Fear not, auntie will be fine!”

Upon hearing his mother’s words, the little kid crawled quietly to Si Wan and used his plump hand to wipe her tears.

“Help mom take care of auntie, I will be right back, alright?”

Like a grown-up, he nodded as if saying ‘Rest assured, consider it done.”

At the sight of her sensible son, Yue couldn’t help feeling grateful to Si Wan who encouraged her to take him back.

Yue took a look at the battered woman when a flicker of gloom flashed across her eyes.

Taking out something from her handbag, she went out.

Only the unconscious woman and the considerate kid were left in the room.

A sudden bang awakened Gong Siming from his sleep.

A pile of photos was hurled towards his glamorous face.

As he waved his hands, the photos fell on his quilt.

The dazzled man had to close his eyes to adapt to the sudden brilliance.

As he looked closely, his face was instantly filled with murderous intent.

In the photos was a female correspondent they saved during a peacekeeping campaign.

Gong Siming could never forget the scene when they knocked down the door. The correspondent was naked, scarred, and bathed in blood to the point her appearance was not discernable.

Even so, the correspondent didn’t cry but asked them to take pictures as evidence and make public the brutality of terrorists!

In tears, Gong Siming took photos of the correspondent, draped his clothes over her body, and shot the last video of the girl.

In the video, the girl bore her pain and calmly told them about her experiences. Deeply touched by her story, everyone at the scene shed tears of sympathy.

Even the eyes of the cold-blooded Gong Siming reddened.

To their surprise, after the video was done, the female correspondent snatched a grenade from a man with her remaining strength and perished with the rapists!

The female correspondent was a fresh graduate only 22 years old.

Gong Siming was greatly shocked!

From then on, he hated those who bullied and humiliated women.

“What do you mean?”

Gong Siming looked coldly at the furious woman.

“Do you still remember the last words of the girl?”

Yue’s question seemed to have brought back the voice of that girl.

“Some sorts of pain cannot heal even if we spend an entire lifetime trying!”

Gong Siming raised his head blankly, lost for words!

“You don’t remember, but I do. Let me tell you!”

Filled with fierceness, Yue drew close to Gong Siming step by step.

“Some sorts of pain cannot heal even if we spend a lifetime trying!”

The voice kept echoing in Gong Siming’s head, and the last resolute smile of the girl suddenly flashed across his mind.

Yue pointed at the obtrusive blood on the bed and grabbed Gong Siming by the collar.

“Take a look, what is that?”

Although Gong Siming was sturdy and taller by a head, Yue was able to lift him high.

He recalled what he had done to Si Wan last night, remembering her imploring look and the bruises on her body.

While Gong Siming was nonresistant, Yue threw him to the floor.

“Have you ever considered what path Si Wan would choose given her personality?”

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Gong Siming took a tumble and glanced at Yue disconcertedly.

“Where is she?”

With a sneer, Yue let go of Gong Siming, turned around, and walked to the door.

“Yue! Where is she?”

There were fear, remorse, sadness, and threat in his voice.

“You know what? Your threats never work on me!” Yue said disdainfully.

A wicked and cold voice came from behind!

“For Si Wan, I’m willing to risk everything!”

Yue’s assumption was not wrong. Gong Siming indeed loved Si Wan to the moon.

“Do you love her?”

Gong Siming froze and didn’t reply. In fact, he didn’t know the answer.

“She only belongs with me!”

Gong Siming was overbearing as always.

“Then you only have yourself to blame!”

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Gong Siming growled, hot on her heels.

“Where the hell is she?”

Yue turned around with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

“Regarding your condition, do you think it’s appropriate to meet her? Do you want to push her to same path with that girl?”

Indeed, given Gong Siming’s current state, he shouldn’t meet Si Wan.

“Come back after you return to your old self!”

Yue’s voice faded away. Gong Siming watched Yue entering her room and leaned against the wall in remorse. An unprecedented sense of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart.

Gong Siming couldn’t imagine a day with Si Wan truly gone.

But what about Feng Ling?

Sitting by the window all alone, he watched the pouring rain outside. The dark sky seemed poised to devour everything.

Likewise, Gong Siming’s mood was all gloomy.

It rained for a night and a day. Si Wan was unconscious while Gong Siming sat by the window the whole time.

Whiskers, like hidden thorns in Gong Siming’s heart, came out of his skin.

His reddened eyes were intimidating, but his aggressiveness was replaced by haggardness.