Chapter 10: Huo Xianchi, Save Me…

I quietly buried the turmoil inside me.

But the moment he saw me, the man who now held absolute control over the Huo family completely broke down.

He burst into tears and collapsed to his knees beside the drooping wisteria.

“My brother told me…”

“The anonymous IP address that’s been quietly manipulating and provoking me all this time…”

“It’s yours.”

“You lied to me. You set a trap for me. You lured me deeper and deeper into this mess.”

His voice broke, overflowing with unbearable hurt.

“You always knew, didn’t you? You knew all along that I was pretending to be the second personality just so I could stay by your side.”

“Shen Tangyuan, you never loved me…”

“You only wanted to tame me into a loyal little dog that would obediently lie in the palm of your hand.”

I didn’t explain.

I simply lowered my head and looked at him.

My thoughts were beginning to scatter again, overloaded and fragmented until my mind felt hollow, as though my soul had nowhere left to rest.

The headache came crashing down.

I needed endorphins.

I needed the only medicine that had ever worked for me.

“Huo Xianchi…”

“Please save me.”

I slowly lifted my foot.

As if responding to a deeply ingrained instinct, he immediately reached out and gently wrapped his hand around the sole of my foot, warming it for me.

In the quiet of the night, I heard his helpless, indulgent sigh.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”

His eyes were blurred with tears, his lips trembling and wet.

He no longer screamed or blamed me.

Instead, he helplessly buried his head against my lap, seeking that familiar warmth through the thin layers of my clothes.

For a long, long time…

Everything outside was pushed away.

The storm finally receded, and the world returned to a state of pure silence.

In that rare moment of peace I had longed for all these years, I tightened my arms around Huo Xianchi and whispered into his ear,

“Huo Xianchi, I need you.”

“I really, really need you.”

So that was the answer.

The one and only medicine capable of calming my broken, overactive mind…

was him.

The skin along my neck gradually grew warm and damp.

His hot tears fell one after another, soaking into my skin.

He tightened his arms around my waist and whispered hoarsely,

“I love you.”

I closed my eyes and smiled softly.

Of course I knew.

Those deep, lazy eyes of his—the primary personality always wore that distant, indifferent expression, pushing me away with cold refusals.

Yet behind my back, he was always finding one excuse after another to stay close to me, protecting me again and again.

How could he ever truly have wanted to let me go?

Only now did I finally understand why.

Because he loved me.

He loved me enough to willingly let me tame him.

Extra Story

After we got married and had a child, Huo Xianchi’s second personality actually returned.

But from his doctors to Huo Sui, not a single person bothered to tell me.

The reason?

Both of his personalities believed that I loved the other one more.

So, in order to win my affection, they began competing with each other like crazy—pretending to be the other personality just to trick me.

Once, I came home early from a business trip.

As I approached the dressing room, I happened to hear him standing in front of the full-length mirror, arguing fiercely with himself.

A sharp, rough voice—the second personality—rang out:

“Fuck! I counted carefully. This week, you used this body to hug Baby one more time than I did!”

Another voice, calm and refined yet unmistakably calculating, replied coolly.

The primary personality.

“Why shouldn’t I reward myself?”

“I was the one who stayed up last night to soothe the baby. I was also the one who took Baby to work this morning.”

The rough voice immediately roared,

“Do you want me to rip your consciousness to pieces right now?!”

The primary personality was no less ruthless.

He gave a cold laugh.

“Go ahead.”

“If I take the suppressant, I can erase you completely. Then you’ll never have another chance to see Baby again.”

They argued with each other for half the day.

Eventually, perhaps exhausted, they reached an utterly ridiculous truce.

“Fine. Stop fighting among ourselves. All this infighting is just giving those damn flies outside a chance to benefit!”

“You’re right. Let’s each take a step back.”

“Last time, I missed out on kissing her once. I need to make that up now.”

“Last time, you had control of the body longer than I did. I need to make up for that too. I’m adding one more.”

“I’m not even counting the time in the office. I’m adding two more!”

“Two it is. Deal!”

The second personality’s voice suddenly turned sly.

“Baby never seems to know which one of us is which.”

“How about tonight we play the same little game again? We pretend to be each other and see if she can figure out who’s who.”

“She’ll definitely lose again.”

The primary personality snorted.

“You really are narcissistic…”

“But it’s actually not a bad idea.”

I stood outside the door, completely speechless, and rubbed my forehead.

Who told me to keep pretending I couldn’t tell them apart?

The truth was, I knew perfectly well that, fundamentally, no matter which personality it was, they were still the same person.

The same intense jealousy.

The same insane possessiveness.

And the same stubborn, unwavering love for me—an obsession that would never change, not even in death.

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