[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 395 - Pain

Questions flooded Jeong Jaehyun's mind, but it was deafened by the overwhelming rage that washed over him. He had never felt a rush of anger as immense and uncontrollable as this one. His nostrils flared, his pupils dilating.

A memory flickered in his jumbled and short-circuited brain. Tiny white daisies tucked in her silky, long hair, so dark, it could be mistaken as a dark shade of glistening blue. Nothing could compare to her smile that day, brighter than the summer sun, and gentler than the ripples in a pond.

Chou Tzuyu.

"Even if your parents disapprove of me, even if they have ruined my mother in an attempt to separate us, even if they kill me, I do not mind it at all. As long as I can have you, I am willing to brace the thunder and storms." Her loving and tender words rang in his head. In that moment, her unforgettable smile was permanently imprinted onto his heart and brain. Who would've known that the image would be ripped apart in his head, shredded into bits that disintegrated into fine dust blown away by the wind?

An indescribable pain flashed momentarily in his heart, shock trembling his entire form.

Then it all went quiet. Nothing could be heard or felt, except for the chill that ran down his spine. Pressure filled his head, a lump in his throat. He was unable to convey the anguish he felt from the betrayal. Everything slowed down. His body turned cold. Bewilderment. Disbelief. Anguish.

So many emotions coursed through him, all of which came to a screeching halt when another memory overcame his conscious.

PAK! "Son of a bitch, what did you just say?!" Jeong Hechong snarled, baring his teeth like a snarling dog. He couldn't look at his despicable son. He couldn't bring himself to look at the failure of a man, or feel anything for this...this pile of garbage.

His chest heaved with unrelenting anger, as his wife attempted to hold him back from beating Jeong Jaehyun.

"You wanted to call off the marriage with Rosè Yang? Fine. I allowed you to rip that contract to shreds. You said it was because you have found true love. As a father, I only want my son to be happy. And this is what you bring to me?!" He snarled, pointing towards the peasant standing beside his son. "This disgusting, low-life whore from a dirty background and family? No father. A widowed mother. Stained reputation and zero wealth. You want to marry a woman of that sort?!"

It was the first time Jeong Jaehyun had ever gone against his father. He had never been struck by his parents. The feeling was foreign to him. So much so, that his face was whipped to the side, the long hair of his bangs covering over his eyes. A burning mark could be felt.

"I am going to disown you, you piece of sh*t. This will be the last you hear of me. This will be the last time you have ties with the Jeong family!"

Everything. For the sake of Chou Tzuyu, Jeong Jaehyun was willing to sacrifice it all. Whether it was his title as CEO or Jeong Hechong's favorite son, he was willing to abandon it all. As long as he could have Chou Tzuyu by his side, Jeong Jaehyun was willing to brace the obstacles that dragged him down.

So why was it that his beloved Tzuyu was wrapped in another man's arms? Why was it that his Tzuyu was unclothed and in a foreign bed with her legs wrapped tightly around the firm waist of a man that was not him?

In the next photo, her lips were locked with the same man, the corners of her mouth quipped upwards to form her signature smile. Another one showed her being hugged backward, caught off guard, but her smile was genuine and the brightest he had ever seen. Hell, he had never even seen her smile like that. It was only today he knew she could.

Pictures of sinful adultery and pleasure.

These were the images tossed before Jeong Jaehyun, the images that broke him psychologically. All of the pain and obstacles that he had endured for the sake of Chou Tzuyu, every single one of them was wasted. Nothing was more painful than this betrayal. No amount of physical torture could hurt him more than the realization that the heart of his lover did not truly belong to him.