"Why are you so nervous, baby?" Shen Xiaomin pinched her soft waist and stroked it gently, occasionally pressing the back of his hand against her flat stomach.
Yuan Jiang closed her eyes tightly, her scalp tingling as if pricked by needles. She kept swallowing, her cheeks burning hot: "N-no, I'm not nervous."
"Minbao, go to sleep, goodnight."
After saying that, Yuan Jiang fell silent, trying to fall asleep quickly. She always had a good quality of sleep, and soon she began to breathe softly and evenly in Shen Xiaomin's warm embrace.
Shen Xiaomin couldn't sleep. In the darkness, he stared with his bright black eyes, unable to believe that Yuan Jiang had actually accepted him!
She was still lying in the same bed with him!
Overwhelmed with joy, Shen Xiaomin raised his crimson lips and tightened his arms around Yuan Jiang. He lost his focus and the girl winced in pain, letting out a whimper.
Startled, Shen Xiaomin released Yuan Jiang and waited for a few minutes. Seeing that Yuan Jiang showed no signs of waking up, he gently pulled her into his arms again.
His head nestled against her neck, his exposed eyes revealing a morbid stubbornness and arrogance.
The mother's curse didn't work.
The baby has fallen in love with him and wants to spend the rest of her life with him!
The image of her parents' disdainful and disgusted faces flashed through her mind, and Shen Xiaomin gave a cold, eerie laugh.
See? Killing your parents was the right choice.
If those two old men were still alive, they definitely wouldn't have let him study, so he wouldn't have been able to get into university and wouldn't have met Bao Bao!
Shen Xiaomin's bloodshot, sickly eyes were full of mockery and coldness. He took a deep breath, only Yuan Jiang's sweet scent could calm the darkness and twisted emotions suppressed deep within his heart.
He smiled sweetly, secretly kissed Yuan Jiang's cheek, and thought dreamily, "Mom and Dad, just wait and see, he will make things even better for us."
I will step over your corpses and march towards a higher and broader world.
He will spend the rest of his life happily.
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Outside the window, a sudden clap of thunder erupted, and a torrential downpour began, accompanied by a violent storm where twisted tree branches lashed wildly against the French windows.
Shen Xiaomin was covered in cold sweat; he was trapped in a nightmare called the past.
He squatted at the door of the familiar, dirty, and dilapidated mud house, eavesdropping on his parents' conversation with a heart full of fear.
“You have no right to speak in our Shen family! I said we should sell Shen Xiaomin, so we should sell him. He’s good-looking and young now, so we can get a good price for him! If we wait another two years, he might not even be worth two thousand!” The father slammed his fist on the wooden table, which had been repaired time and time again, as if it were cracking.
The mother's voice was calm: "Erbao is still not settled. If we sell Shen Xiaomin, who will take care of me?"
"Even if I'm going to sell it, I'll have to wait until after I give birth to this child!"
"Ha, what would I do with a woman like you? You want Shen Xiaomin to help you steal wine and money, don't you? No way! I'm in charge. That person is coming in a few days, so you better keep an eye on Shen Xiaomin!"
"I..." The mother was speechless. Seeing the father's unyielding and fierce expression, she could only reluctantly agree: "Alright then, you're not allowed to gamble anymore, and I'm going to the hospital to give birth!"
"Go away, go away!" the father said impatiently to the mother.
Five-year-old Shen Xiaomin stood at the door, his body ice-cold, listening to his parents say they were going to sell him. His tender face was terrifyingly sinister.
He pushed open the door, stepped into the messy house, rushed through the living room into the storage room, and finally couldn't hold back his tears, which fell in large drops.
He knew his parents didn't like him.
Shen Xiaomin could cook when he was three years old. The short and thin child stood on a stool and used an iron pot that was thicker than his own arm to cook for his parents.
He always tries to please his parents. He believes that as long as he is well-behaved and sensible, his parents will treat him better!
However, that wasn't the case. My mother drank heavily and was lazy all year round. She earned money for alcohol by selling her body. Over time, everyone in Niutou Mountain knew that my mother was a slut!
His mother had a bad temper when drunk. Every time she got drunk, she would beat him half to death and call him a bastard! At first, Shen Xiaomin would cry and beg for mercy, but his father didn't care at all. He was addicted to gambling and would beat Shen Xiaomin every day when he came home. Several times, Shen Xiaomin almost died.
Even now, hearing with his own ears that his parents were going to sell him to human traffickers for money still makes his heart ache, but...
He decided to kill his parents.
After preparing dinner, he obediently brought out a large bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for his parents, trying to ingratiate himself by having a few drinks with them. Perhaps because he was about to have money, his parents, unusually, found Chen Xiaomin agreeable and drank many cups with him.
As he drank, his parents became enraged again and started beating Shen Xiaomin. But Shen Xiaomin did not fight back. He thought, "Mom and Dad, this is the last time."
Both my father and mother had terrible drinking habits. After beating Shen Xiaomin, the two of them started fighting each other. My mother, being a woman, was kicked by my father and miscarried.
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