Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 222 Let Me See

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Let Me See

It was like listening to an old story that ended before she had heard enough.

She leaned against him, still wanting more, but feeling somewhat content; at least it wasn’t the scent of perfume or lotion.

"Why didn’t you wait for me at the newspaper office this afternoon?" he changed the topic, his voice still gentle.

She recalled the afternoon, not understanding why she hadn’t waited for him. It was as if she had never thought of waiting for him.

"Even if something happened, you didn’t call me?"

She felt a little confused. Yes, why hadn’t she called him then? She had even glanced at his desk several times, hoping he would be there...

"I was... afraid to disturb your work..." she thought, perhaps that was the reason?

"But afterward, you still never called me!"

"Later... later I was tired... so I slept..." That was the truth!

He sighed, "No, it’s that you’re used to handling everything on your own! You never consider sharing your pressure with another person! Even if it’s the person closest to you!"

"Is that so?" She was speechless.

"Remember, you’re no longer the person who charged forward with reckless courage on that small frame! You have Xiao Xu now. Tell him what’s happening at the first instance; it’s his responsibility, and his right."

"..." Is that so? She was somewhat taken aback.

She truly never thought of this. Perhaps she really was used to it. No matter what happened, the first thing she considered was how to solve it, how to face it, rather than whom to tell or whom to rely on. In the past, indeed, there was no one to tell...

Her hand emerged slightly from the blanket, resting on his chest, pinching a small tuft of soft fibers on his sweater, twisting them into a small knot.

"Don’t worry about the online criticisms for now. I’ll investigate the issue with Hao Ren and find out the truth, and then we’ll report the truth. The innocence that needs to be restored will be restored. From tomorrow onwards, don’t rush to leave work; wait for me to pick you up and drop you off. Don’t let it be like today." He held the hand that was making trouble on his chest and spoke softly.

She listened, finding it inappropriate, "I want to investigate it myself..."

"Here you go again!" His voice became serious, "This matter must be left to me! Some places are inconvenient for you!"

She bit her lip and didn’t argue with him further.

They were silent for a while. He held her, tidying her hair, and thought of another topic, "Don’t sleep immediately after washing your hair. No matter how tired, wait for your hair to dry."

"..." She touched her hair, which was almost dry, thinking of how he used the hairdryer just now, and recalling how her hair had hurt in her sleep. It turned out he had been drying her hair.

He glanced at his watch, "It’s getting late. Are you still scared? Can I leave now?"

She instinctively held onto his sweater tightly.

He looked outside the room and whispered, "I want to stay too, but Aunt Shu would scold me."

She knew it wasn’t appropriate, but pressed against his chest, she didn’t want him to leave.

"I’ll stay a while longer." He pulled her and the blanket closer and gently rocked, "Sleep, I’ll leave after you fall asleep."

Tu Hengsha’s fingers were still poking at his sweater. Hearing this, her fingers trembled, and she almost put a hole in his sweater. She looked up at him, speechless for a long time.

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" He lowered his head and pecked her nose.

She didn’t speak, just buried her face into his chest, the soft cashmere pressing against her face, against her nose, so comfortably that she couldn’t help but sneeze.

He lifted her out, somewhat anxious, "Are you okay? Why do you like burrowing so much? I can’t wear sweaters anymore!"

The tip of her nose felt sore. She wouldn’t tell him that when he held her and rocked her to sleep, it was like coaxing a child...

In a rare moment of coquettishness, she continued to burrow into his embrace, even though he pulled her out, stretching her arms out of the blanket, hanging them around his neck.

At this moment, he didn’t hold her, and the blanket wrapped around her fell entirely...

Tu Hengsha suddenly felt a chill all over her body and was stunned.

He was stunned too.

When she had just woken from the nightmare, this had happened, and he had wrapped her with difficulty, and now it had happened again...

"I..." Only then did she remember lying wrapped in a bath towel after bathing. Now the towel had long vanished, and she was hanging on him with nothing...

Unexpectedly, the word "shame" didn’t come to mind; instead, she thought of the incident on the subway, that disgusting hand had left marks all over her, the small road in her dream where she was chased, and the ripped clothing...

She pushed him away, almost rolling back into the blanket, wrapping herself into a cocoon.

At first, he thought she was shy, calling her name outside the blanket several times. Not only did he not get a response, but after a while, he saw the blanket shaking slightly.

Only then did he realize something was wrong! Was she crying?

"Little Sha! Little Sha?" He had never called her this way, copying how others did, a bit awkward, "Come out, tell me what’s wrong; don’t keep it all inside!"

However, no matter how he tried to persuade her, she wouldn’t show her face again.

He had no choice, couldn’t afford anything else, and forcefully pulled at the blanket, pulling her out from it, regardless of what she was wearing, holding her back again, pulling the blanket around her, then tilted her face to look carefully, and sure enough, there were tears.

"What exactly happened? Tell me!" His face was terrifyingly serious, but he tried to keep his voice steady, even making some unpleasant guesses in his heart based on her reaction.

Tu Hengsha could no longer hold back, turning her face away, no longer pressing against him, choking, "Someone chased me... chased me down a street... said they were going to... going to XX me..."

Those two words she couldn’t utter clearly, very softly said, but they matched what he had feared.

His face turned pale with anger, "Those bastards! Did they hurt you?"

She shook her head and then nodded, "In the subway, there was a man, his hand..." She couldn’t continue, gritting her teeth, her voice trembling, "So dirty! So dirty!"

"Are you hurt?" He pinched the blanket’s edge, asked her, "Let me see?"

She clutched the blanket tightly, shaking her head forcefully.

"Let me see if you’re hurt!" There was only anger and worry, nothing else.

"No, no!" Her emotions burst, impatiently, her voice growing louder, "Why do you want to see? Do you care? Do you want to see if I’m still intact? Then leave! Don’t come back!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, holding her again, "What are you thinking? I’m just worried you’re hurt; it’s good if you’re not."

"But it’s disgusting! Do you understand? Just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted! That person’s hand was like a snake, even in dreams, it makes me feel nauseous!" She vented her emotions; today, she had endured so much.

He patiently held her, patting her back lightly through the blanket, still coaxing her like a child, "I understand; I understand it all. It’s my fault; I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most; it’s all my fault. Hit me, scold me, vent all your anger on me..."

But how was it his fault? She wasn’t a child in kindergarten that he needed to tie to his side all the time? She knew she was being unreasonable; all her anger was just to mask the inner worry and fear...