Chapter 261: Chapter 261: A Good Body with Flesh When Undressed Chapter 261: Chapter 261: A Good Body with Flesh When Undressed Ye Sihan’s lifted dark eyes were cold and frightening, “Over? Not so easy.”

Tang Yu took a desperate step back, her body nearly collapsing from weakness.

Tears were in her eyes, so helpless and painful.

Her mother’s death was a devastating blow to her.

But in the eyes of Ye Sihan, her mother’s death was not enough…

“So, I must die for you to be satisfied?” Tang Yu’s eyes rimmed red, her lips trembling, the despair made her want to laugh, but tears streamed down instead.

Ye Sihan looked at her indifferently, his eyes filled with a calm and cold indifference.

“My mother is dead, the children have been given to you, and still you’re not satisfied. If I die, will that wake you up!” Tang Yu turned around and lunged toward the coffee table, grabbing the knife from the fruit plate and quickly stabbing it towards her own neck.

Ye Sihan’s body jolted violently and he rose swiftly to his feet.

Just as the knife was about to pierce Tang Yu’s neck, her wrist was caught and tightly squeezed—

“Ahm!” Tang Yu’s wrist went numb, and the knife dropped to the ground.

Before she could regain her senses, a slap landed crisply on her face—

“Ah!”

Tang Yu fell sitting to the ground, her vision darkening in waves, her consciousness blurry, feeling only the fiery pain on her face.

Uncle Wen and Attorney Yuan next to her were terrified.

Nobody expected Tang Yu to attempt suicide! It wasn’t a probe, nor a threat, but a genuine rush towards death!

Just moments ago, it was a close call; if not for Ye Sihan’s speedy reaction, the knife in Tang Yu’s hand would have stabbed into her own neck!

Ye Sihan looked down on Tang Yu from above, his whole being emanating a terrifying low pressure and hostility, along with his noticeably heaving chest, breathing somewhat heavy.

The entire hall was so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.

“Dare to do this again, just try it!” Ye Sihan’s voice was chilling to the extreme.

Tang Yu’s awareness gradually cleared and she calmed down, only then realizing what she had just done.

Tasting the blood in her mouth, she hung her head low and slowly crawled up from the ground.

She turned and walked towards the exit.

Because she needed to leave quickly, what if the children came back early and saw her beaten, what then?

She couldn’t let them see that…

Ye Sihan stood there motionless, his expression terrifying, a low pressure looming over his entire figure.

After a long time, his grim gaze swept towards Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen was so scared he almost knelt on the spot.

His downcast eyes saw the knife on the ground, and he hurriedly picked it up.

Because there were children in the house, such sharp instruments should not be left out in the open.

And now it had been just sitting in the fruit plate on the coffee table.

He didn’t know which maid had forgotten to put it away, but since the maids were managed by Uncle Wen, it was his negligence.

Tang Yu had arrived by taxi, and she left by taxi as well.

Sitting in the back seat, she stared blankly out the window at the rapidly retreating scenery.

Her eyes moist, her face swollen, and her mouth had a split wound.

Ye Sihan’s slap was so forceful that it almost cost her life, let alone her dignity.

She looked down at her trembling hands.

She didn’t understand why she had suddenly become so impulsive when she had four children waiting for her, did she want them to grow up without a mother?

She didn’t want her children to be like her when she was young, mocked by others for not having a mother…

Tang Yu reproached herself, she couldn’t do this anymore, she must not…

After calming down, Tang Yu called Ye Xianghua, but the number was out of service.

She then had the driver take her to Ye Xianghua’s mansion.

The mansion’s gate was closed.

She pushed the gate open; inside it was very quiet, the servants who usually bustled about were nowhere to be seen.

“Uncle Ye? Uncle Ye?” Tang Yu called out twice but no one responded, so she headed upstairs while still calling out, “Uncle Ye?”

Upon entering the room, it was empty.

The bedding on the bed was neat and tidy, as if no one had slept there for a long time.

She touched the coffee table and her fingers came away with dust.

How long had it been since someone lived here?

It couldn’t have been since the day we parted at the cemetery, could it?

A piece of paper on the coffee table caught her eye, and she picked it up.

The content read: Xiaoyu, by the time you read this letter, I’ll have already left the capital. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash. The death of your mother has hit me hard, and I can’t seem to recover. I think, maybe time will heal my wounds. Also, the assets I gave you were a token of your mother’s and my affection for you, do not refuse them. As for Sihan, let him decide. Furthermore, regarding the issues between you and Sihan, I believe they will be resolved. After all, with the quadruplets there, Sihan won’t hold out for long. Before I left, I went to see the children at school; you’ve raised them well, and Uncle Ye thanks you. Uncle Ye hopes that no matter what path you choose in life, you will be happy and joyful.

Tang Yu sat on the sofa, clutching the A4 paper in her hands, her head drooping weakly, her eyes welling up with heat, tears rolling down.

Is it wrong to love someone?

The word her mother said to her the most during her illness was — be ruthless in love.

But how is that not being ruthless in love? Zhao Xing died because of them.

Their story, too, ended in tragedy.

Was this a compensation to Zhao Xing?

And this was supposed to be a happy resolution? It wasn’t!

Her pain was still present, Sihan still wouldn’t let her see the children, all the problems remained unsolved…

The taxi stopped in front of a pharmacy, Tang Yu paid the fare, got out, and entered the store to buy iodine.

Just as she was about to pay, a hand reached out beside her and said, “You don’t need iodine. Buy this instead.”

Tang Yu was startled and turned to look.

Meng Jilin smiled at her gently, “Iodine won’t reduce swelling.”

What gives more of a sense of security than a doctor helping you choose medicine?

Tang Yu couldn’t manage to smile; she believed the swollen half of her face must look terrible when she tried.

She found a bench by the street garden and sat down, where Meng Jilin helped her apply antiseptic on the red swelling of her face.

As a doctor, his actions did not make one feel uncomfortable.

They were even gentle, making Tang Yu not feel much pain.

“Thank you,” she whispered in gratitude after he had finished.

“It’s nothing; the swelling should subside in about two or three days,” Meng Jilin said as he put the medicine in a bag and handed it to her, “Remember to apply it three times a day, in the morning, at noon, and at night.”

Tang Yu accepted it, “Mm, I’ll remember. But why did you go to the pharmacy? Were you buying something?”

“I’ve been having some stomach pains lately, so I came to buy some medicine.”

“Haven’t you checked it out at the hospital?”

“It’s an old problem, nothing serious. Doctors’ meals are never at set times, especially on days when there are surgeries; managing to eat anything at all is already not bad,” said Meng Jilin with a casual air.

Tang Yu knew how busy doctors were.

It was the same when she had her quadruplets; it happened to be in the afternoon. The doctor had been operating since morning until afternoon, with only ten minutes for lunch.

Meng Jilin must have often exercised.

Actually, one could tell from the way he dressed — he definitely had the kind of physique that looked slender in clothes and muscular without, an excellent figure.