Chapter 61 Trial

Xie Huaining doesn't like this world.

Xie Huaining's past and present have nothing in common.

Perhaps due to plastic surgery, his face was completely changed beyond recognition. His pitiful face like a foxy girl was transformed into a clear and sunny boyish face.

He still misses that face from the past.

He hated his mother and father's endless quarrels over money. He could only sit aside obediently when they quarreled, crying and carefully putting on a smile when his mother and father looked at him, and then his mother would slap him without hesitation.

"Look at this little bastard you gave birth to—he's a money-loser! What's the point of having a son?"

A more intense quarrel followed.

Xie Huaining's family was very poor. He knew that his handsome face would cause his alcoholic mother to sell him early in exchange for a dowry. He also knew that the most important thing for a boy in this world was his face.

So he became a weak person who was bullied in school.

Whether it's the pitiful angle of being bullied by other boys or being slapped, it's all pitiful, touching and captivating.

He could see the pity and compassion in the girls' eyes, and his growing antagonism with the boys in the class only served to highlight his own pitifulness and uniqueness.

But unfortunately, even though many people had a crush on him in junior high school and many women stood up for him when he was bullied, they were still not the ones he wanted.

He wanted a lot of money, lots and lots of money, enough so that his mother and father wouldn't fight, enough so that he could be arrogant and bully others.

Xie Huaining worked hard to get into an aristocratic high school with his good grades, an aristocratic high school that only showed the superiority of a few rich people to poor students every year.

Here is the woman he wants.

So he started the same old routine again - being bullied.

He gossiped with the boys and flirted with the girls. The girls had such a good relationship with him that made the men jealous. With his charming face and his status as a poor student, he soon became the target of bullying.

"You're so dirty! I heard your parents were selling barbecue at a street stall. How did they manage to get into our school?"

"I really can't stand you being like this. You act like someone is targeting you. Cry again!!"

"You've polluted the air in our class. Can you please get out of here?"

"Do you know what brand my shoes are? You can't even afford to pay for them even if I sell them. You've never seen anything this good in your life, have you?"

…

Even with the biting cold water falling from the top of his head, he still looked pitiful with his wet hair and red eyes. He could only lower his head, sobbing and whispering -

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

The young masters were spoiled and extremely sharp in their bullying, mocking him for being poor, unsophisticated and ignorant. Sometimes Xie Huaining was confused as to whether he was being bullied because of his designs or simply because he was poor.

The thin figure attracted the pitying glances of many girls. These high-ranking young ladies were quite graceful and would put a coat on him at this moment.

But no one dared to stand up.

Not a single person.

The class system among the young masters and young ladies is strict and cruel. The young master who bullies him comes from a prominent family, and no one dares to say a word against him.

Xie Huaining was also secretly gritting his teeth at himself for not doing a good investigation and choosing such a person to be the villain who "rescues the beauty".

He could only remain dazed in the bullying day after day.

From "Hurry up, a rich lady, come and save me. Don't you women love the trick of the heroine saving the beauty the most? Save me from this poor and miserable life."

To—"Whoever it is, make him stop."

Xie Huaining would occasionally suffer a mental breakdown. He would take every step carefully but ended up being unable to escape.

Make women pity you and gain love through weakness.

This is what he learned from his father.

"The most important thing for a man is to gain a woman's sympathy and serve her well. Nothing else matters." This is repeated over and over again like brainwashing.

But sometimes he would suddenly be puzzled by this brainwashing - why did his father tell his niece, "You must study hard, a woman must stand tall and proud."

Can't Xie Huaining stand up for himself?

cannot.

Even if his grades are good enough to go to a private school, even if he is independent and self-reliant enough to endure bullying.

It's only because he is a man that he wants to use weakness and pity to tie a woman down.

Yes, this is how a man should live.

Xie Huaining brainwashed me like this over and over again.

More pity, more compassion, more love—

"Hahahahahahahahaha, this stinky cousin is crying again. There is no woman here, why is he crying? Even crying won't make you feel sorry for him."

"Don't cry, it's disgusting to me. Just take off your clothes and take a couple of pictures."

"Someone go slap him, I really can't stand this face."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

Amid the boys' malicious laughter and the raised slaps, Xie Huaining trembled and closed his eyes.

The expected pain did not come, and the malicious noise all froze for a moment. Xie Huaining opened his eyes, and then was stunned -

The bright and pretty girl frowned slightly, pinched the man's raised wrist, and stopped the slap from falling.

Xie Huaining's heart suddenly began to beat.

Found it.

Found it.

Someone who can sympathize with him, someone who can stand up for him, someone who can give him the love he loves.

Perhaps due to the girl's special status, the boys looked at each other for a moment, then changed from being arrogant to being gentle and pleasant, saying softly, "Mr. Sheng, we just have a small conflict...it's just a joke."

"Yes, yes."

Then the boy's gaze fell on him, full of threats and cruelty, as if forcing him to respond.

Xie Huaining pursed his lips, a smile almost unable to be suppressed. He lowered his head and sobbed pitifully, "Classmate, I, uh, I'm fine..."

When the boys saw him like this, their expressions instantly turned vicious—

You stinky bitch, you're pretending again.

Next time I'll tear his face apart.

Sheng Zhao tilted his head slightly, as if watching with interest the undercurrents between the boys and the pitiful and crying Xie Huaining, then lowered his head and stretched out his hand.

He whispered, "Will you come with me?"

Xie Huaining paused, looked at her clear smile with his red and swollen eyes, and the sound of his heart was deafening.

It was a long time before he heard his own voice.

"good."

Sheng Zhao taught him about luxury brands, aristocratic etiquette, and how to blend in with the spoiled young ladies and gentlemen like a fish in water.

Xie Huaining was almost addicted to such a life.

He went from being a charming but powerless wretch to a "noble young master" favored by Miss Sheng. The countless boys who bullied him before now treated him with respect, and they had to put on a smile even though their eyes were full of malice.

——This is the life he wants!

Father's words are right, Father's words are right, Father's words are right.

Women need to be upright and self-reliant, while men only need to show their weakness and pitifulness.

Xie Huaining's smile was a little distorted, but when Sheng Zhao looked over, she showed a decent and beautiful smile. She took Sheng Zhao's hand affectionately and sweetly, responding to countless jealous glances, and whispered coquettishly, "Zhao Zhao, how about we go for dessert tonight?"

"good."

Sheng Zhao glanced at him casually and responded again.

It seemed to be his illusion. When he made a glorious comeback and made some uninformed people think that he was the real young master, Sheng Zhao seemed to become cold.

He transformed from a pitiful ugly duckling into a beautiful and noble white swan. He knew all the etiquette and took all the aristocratic courses... No one would know that he was a poor student from a poor family. It was obviously something to be happy about, so why... did Sheng Zhao become cold?

————————

“Hmm!”

The suffocating pain on his neck made Xie Huaining open his eyes suddenly.

He whimpered, opened his eyes sweating profusely, and looked up at the woman in front of him.

The same upward gaze, just like when she lowered her head, bent down, stretched out her hand to him and said to follow her.

But now she lowered her head, her expression cold and cruel, her eyes seemed to be looking at extremely dirty garbage, extremely dark. She held the chain tied around his neck tightly with one hand, and the well-proportioned muscles on her arm were revealed.

He has always been gentle, and the polite smile he used to wear when facing his new identity as "Xie Huaining" is gone.

The sudden force of the cold collar almost suffocated Xie Huaining, but he suddenly sneered, his brows and eyes were tired, and his lips were bitten by himself until they were bloody.

Sheng Zhao poured the remaining medicine into his mouth.

In fact, Sheng Zhao really wanted to throw him into the pile of women he had found, just like the judgment of the vicious male supporting role in the novel, and let him suffer the consequences of his own actions.

But the women who were caught refused to take on the task no matter what. Sheng Zhao was a little distressed. Looking at Xie Huaining who was sweating profusely and groaning in pain after being drugged, he had no choice but to take him home.

Tied to the room like a dog.

Completely ignoring whether his body could tolerate the effects of the medicine, he could only smile and watch him twisting on the ground, hammering the ground again and again, shouting hoarsely, until his fists were bloody and blood splattered as he hammered the ground.

Xie Huaining struggled all night and was covered in blood.

As pitiful as a dog.

When the drug was taking its toll, Sheng Zhao asked him who sent him. At that time, Xie Huaining was curled up on the ground, his hair covering his eyes that looked like stars to his fans. If it weren't for his trembling body proving that he was still alive, Sheng Zhao would have thought he was dead.

He said nothing, just curled up on the ground, extremely calm.

After a long time, when Sheng Zhao came closer, he whispered a word with his bloody lips.

"Fuck you... fucking world."

If it weren't for the fact that Xie Huaining was tortured to the point of losing consciousness by the drugs, Sheng Zhao would have actually thought he was scolding her.

Now that the effects of the drug have worn off, it's time for him to speak.

Sheng Zhao's hand holding the dog leash was ruthless. He lowered his eyes and looked at him. The movement of his hand made Xie Huaining feel pain. After struggling all night and being drugged, his body was almost too weak to move. He could only look up at her high above him. She narrowed her eyes slightly, chuckled and asked him.

"Who is it?"

Xie Huaining knew what she was asking.

She was asking, who helped him change his appearance to such an extent, who gave him the medicine, and who made him do these things?

Xie Huaining always pretended to be well-behaved in front of her, but now he seemed to have given up resistance and just relaxed, smiling with a sense of revenge and showing his sharp teeth.

He used to be the most well-behaved boy, but now he seemed to have taken off all his disguises, becoming relaxed and rebellious.

Provocative yet with a complexity that comes across frankly, the voice is disdainful.

"Who knows?"