227 The Jins React to the News (2/2)

When Lin Dong arrived at the house, the living area was a total wreck. He could hear banging sounds coming from upstairs. He ran, following the sounds. He winced at all the wreckage he passed by along the way.

He found Jin Chonglin wreaking havoc inside his bedroom. Jin Chonglin was silent yet his whole body was emanating unbridled fury. Lin Dong hesitated and didn't go near him.

”Chonglin?” he cautiously called out.

Jin Chonglin stopped and gave him a cold glance. ”Oh, you're here. Based on your expression, you must've seen the news.”

”Yeah.”

Jin Chonglin threw his head back and laughed in a mocking way. Lin Dong cringed at the sound.

”This is just great! Now the world knows that I, Jin Chonglin, had been cuckolded! I, the one who was once known as the national playboy! Ahahaha! What a f*cking reversal!”

Lin Dong didn't know what to say, so he just stayed silent.

”I knew it. I f*cking knew it! I've always been very careful about using condoms. I only use my own and never accept the ones in my partner's possession because I heard that some girls tamper with condoms to get pregnant. But because it's Fan Luo, I f*cking proposed to her even when she miscarried. Oh right. She didn't miscarry. She f*cking aborted it because I wanted a DNA test! Ahahaha!” He kicked a chair and it fell to the floor with a loud bang. ”F*ck you, Fan Luo! F*ck all of you from the entire Fan family!”

Then he punched hard at the wall, alarming Lin Dong.

”Chonglin, stop! Your hands! You're gonna break your hands!”

Lin Dong grabbed Jin Chonglin's hand and saw that his knuckles were now angry red. They were going to bruise badly later on. Lin Dong felt the hand and sighed in relief when nothing was broken.

Ever since Jin Chonglin announced that he was going to write his own music once again, he returned to playing the guitar and even the piano. His hands should be protected from now on.

Thankfully, Jin Chonglin didn't struggle and stopped punching. Then he dropped to sit on the floor, cradling his head with his hands. ”F*ck! Those fourteen women were harmed and some were even killed because of me! Sh*t!”

”No, Chonglin! Don't you dare blame yourself. It's that evil woman who harmed them, not you. It's not your fault! Okay?”

Lin Dong was now worried. It was outside his expectations that Jin Chonglin would feel guilty for the fourteen women harmed by Fan Luo. He didn't want his artist to bear such a heavy emotional burden like this. It might affect him in a detrimental way. Lin Dong must not let that happen.

”Even Iris Long…” Jin Chonglin rubbed his hands over his face, as if trying to erase the surface of his skin. ”I didn't even interact with her that much and she was…she spent one whole f*cking year in coma! F*ck! I can't believe all of this…”

'Me neither,' Lin Dong thought.

”I don't think I'll be able to face Iris Long from now on.”

Jin Chonglin knew that it wasn't his fault. He wasn't the one who harmed and killed the women, but he still couldn't stop the feeling of guilt from growing within him. It ate at him, making him hate himself for the first time ever for being such a playboy. If only he wasn't such a ladies magnet, perhaps those fourteen women would still be safe and alive.

He hated himself but he hated Fan Luo even more. All the tender feelings he felt for her from watching her grow up since childhood disintegrated, replaced by hatred so intense that he imagined wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing the life out of her.

”Don't let me see you again, Fan Luo, or I won't be able to control myself,” he hissed.