CEO He : Please Don't Love Me

Cheng Yang's voice was hoarse but firm and a little angry as he snatched the violin from Mo Roulan's hands.

Perhaps he had not spoken for a long time.

"Sorry." She mumbled but she was happy that he finally said something.

She looked at the violin in his hands. The way he was holding it and then put it back on the top of the almirah carefully, Mo Roulan was sure that he really cherished the violin.

She wanted to say something but after the violin was back on its place, Cheng Yang didn't even glance at her and turned around only to go back and sit on the chair just like he was sitting before.

Mo Roulan sighed but didn't give up.

Since he could speak, it must be that he was ignoring her deliberately.

So she again walked in front of him and asked

"Do you know how to play it?"

No response came from the other side.

"You like music?"

Mo Roulan guessed it because in these two days she had only seen him stuffing the earphones in his ears.

Cheng Yang still didn't raise his head.

Folding her hands across her chest, Mo Roulan leaned against the wall and stared at Cheng Yang as if trying to figure out something.

Fifteen minutes later, she also took out her phone and played a song that was her favorite.

It was a very beautiful song. The singer was Mo Roulan's favorite in both the life. Unfortunately, he died very soon.

As soon as the song started, Mo Roulan saw Cheng Yang raising his head and look at her phone. He even removed his earphones and heard the whole song till it finished.

His eyes were blank as he stared at the ground.

The song finished and Cheng Yang also seem to come out of his trance.

Before he could stuff his ears with earphones, Mo Roulan said immediately.

"This is my favorite song, the singer too. All of his songs are the best ones."

Surprisingly, Cheng Yang really didn't put his earphones back.

"Who is your favorite?"

She asked with a smile but suddenly saw that his eyes were colder and blank after her question. And the next second, he put his earphones back.

Mo Roulan pursed her lips and sighed in defeat.

Half an hour later, Mo Roulan exited Cheng Yang's room. Perhaps she had already expected to see Mrs. Cheng outside the room, so she was not surprised this time.

"How is he?"

Mrs. Cheng's face was full of worry.

Mo Roulan frowned at the question and said

"Mrs. Cheng, why don't you go inside and see yourself?"

Mrs. Cheng smiled bitterly. She doesn't know why but she didn't hide from Mo Roulan and said

"He doesn't like it when I go inside his room."

Mo Roulan frown went deeper.

"Professor Han had also told me that he doesn't speak but he spoke today."

Surprise flickered in Mrs. Cheng's eyes and she gasped. Her eyes were teary as she held Mo Roulan's hands and asked

"Did he? Really? What did he say?"

Mo Roulan was startled by Mrs. Cheng's reaction and said

"He asked me to not touch his things."

Mrs. Cheng was happy as she held Mo Roulan's hand and asked again

"And? What else he said?"

"Nothing else."

Although Mo Roulan felt bad to tell this to Mrs. Cheng, she really can't lie.

"Oh…still that's good."

Her son had said something after so long. Even if it was a simple 'Yes' she would still be happy.

"Miss Mo, can you continue to come like this every day?"

According to her, it was Mo Roulan who made her son say something so she wanted her to come every day. Maybe there was still some hope of getting her son back.

Mo Roulan nodded her head but she was a little uncertain whether she would really be able to do anything. 

And the next two days only increased her uncertainty more.

Cheng Yang didn't speak anything after that. She would enter the room and find him sitting on the same chair while listening to some songs and then one hour later she would exit the room.

Even if she would try to talk to Cheng Yang, he will not respond.

His behavior was a little strange.

On the third day, when Mo Roulan opened the door of Cheng Yang's room, she was shocked by the scene in front of herself.

His head was lying on the table and his wrist was bleeding.

"Cheng Yang."

She called out and tried to raise his head when she saw a knife in one of his hand.

Mo Roulan gasped and hurriedly tied his wrist with something to stop the bleeding.

"Mrs. Cheng."

She shouted and patted Cheng Yang's face rapidly with her hand.

Mrs. Cheng who was in the living room heard her shout and came to check. Her legs went soft when she saw her son's condition.

"Yang"

She ran forward and held his face in her hand and shouted for the butler.

"Call the doctor."

The butler has not even entered the room and Mrs. Cheng told him.

The doctor came soon and bandaged Cheng Yang's wrist. After exiting the room, he looked at Mrs. Cheng's worried face and comforted her.

"Mrs. Cheng, Cheng Yang is fine now. Fortunately, you tied his wrist and stopped the bleeding or it could be very dangerous."

Mrs. Cheng was relieved and looked at Mo Roulan with a grateful expression on her face.

Mo Roulan couldn't even pass a smile because she was still shocked by whatever she had seen. The doctor went away and she turned to look at Mrs. Cheng who was questioning the butler.

"How did he get the knife?"

The butler head was lowered as he answered

"Madam, the maid who took young master's lunch to his room left it by mistake there."

Mrs. Cheng looked furious.

"Mistake? I could have lost my son forever because of her mistake. Fire her instantly."

Mo Roulan looked at Mrs. Cheng with a frown.

Does the woman even understand that her son tried to commit suicide? It was not anyone's fault but there was something wrong with Cheng Yang.

"Mrs. Cheng"

Mrs. Cheng's expression was comparatively soft when she looked at Mo Roulan.

"Cheng Yang has suicidal thoughts. I think you should look for a psychologist."