Chapter 62
◎“Do you think I’ll be trapped?”◎
While eating lunch in the cafeteria, Cheng Jiamo received a message from Li Zhuyue.
Yue: [Have you eaten yet?]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Eating it.]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [And you?]
Yue: [I need to control my weight while filming, so I only ate half an apple for lunch.]
Cheng Jiamo sent a picture of the braised pork ribs that she hadn't finished eating.
A beautiful jasmine flower: [The braised pork ribs at our cafeteria for lunch today were pretty good, especially with rice.]
Yue: [@A beautiful jasmine flower, humph, you're deliberately trying to tempt me. You're not beautiful anymore, you beautiful jasmine flower!]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [I'll treat you to one when you get back from filming.]
Yue: [Cat loves you.jpg]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Thank you for what happened the day before yesterday.]
Yue: [So, what about you guys now...]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [We broke up.]
After a while, Li Zhuyue replied.
Yue: [If you broke up, you broke up. My sister's in the entertainment industry now, she'll have plenty of opportunities to meet top-tier handsome guys in the future, I'll introduce you to them then.]
Cheng Jiamo smiled and didn't take it seriously. After all, the entertainment industry was too far removed from her. Those actors and stars were just unattainable virtual characters on TV to her.
But she couldn't very well say in a serious tone, "No need, you don't need to introduce me to anyone." Chatting with friends should be relaxed and casual; being too serious would be boring.
She put down her chopsticks to reply to the message.
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Okay, then I'll thank the future Best Actress in advance.]
Yue: [It will be cloudy, but my sister loves to hear that.]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Sister, you're only a month older than me.]
Yue: [Even though we're only a day apart, I'm still your older sister. Do you mind me posting your photos on my WeChat Moments?]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Just don't post any personal ads.]
Yue: [Don't worry, Daddy isn't that low.]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Block warning!]
While Cheng Jiamo was chatting with Li Zhuyue via text, she finished her meal.
After washing her lunchbox, she returned to her dormitory for a midday rest.
Her roommates didn't know that she and He Qingzhao had broken up again, and she didn't plan to tell them.
After class in the afternoon, Cheng Jiamo and her three roommates ate at a self-service hot pot restaurant off campus. After eating, they went to a karaoke bar and sang for three hours, from six to nine o'clock.
He Qingzhao returned to Yanyunfang Apartment at 6 p.m. but did not see Cheng Jiamo. He called her but could not get through. Too lazy to change his number, he went directly to her school to find her, only to find that she and her roommates were not in the dormitory.
He didn't call her roommate again, but stood outside the girls' dormitory waiting for her until nine o'clock.
Unfortunately, it started raining around 8 o'clock.
He Qingzhao didn't get into the car, afraid that if he did, he wouldn't be able to see Cheng Jiamo return in time.
It was almost nine o'clock when Cheng Jiamo came out of the KTV. Instead of going back to her dormitory, she slowly walked back to her apartment with an umbrella.
Ding Qiaoqiao, Zhang Wenqian, and Xia Mei walked to the dormitory building with umbrellas, only to see He Qingzhao.
"He..." Ding Qiaoqiao asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
He Qingzhao was dressed in a black shirt and black suit. Even though he was soaked to the bone, he showed no signs of being disheveled. He still had the air of a noble young master, as if the wind and rain had not touched him.
"Isn't Momo with you?" he asked with a smile.
Ding Qiaoqiao: "...She went back to her apartment."
He Qingzhao: "Thank you."
Cheng Jiamo walked into the apartment building and stood outside the elevator waiting for it.
With a ding, the elevator opened.
Just as she was about to go inside, she spotted He Qingzhao standing in the elevator. His hair was completely wet, with water dripping from the ends.
He Qingzhao was also looking at her, his sharp eyes dark and deep, like a mysterious and deep sea in the night.
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips and didn't say anything, nor did she go inside.
He Qingzhao blocked the elevator door with his arm and said in a hoarse voice, "Come in."
His voice was terribly hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by burning charcoal.
Cheng Jiamo went inside and stood far away from him, close to the elevator wall.
When we reached the tenth floor, the elevator doors opened.
Cheng Jiamo walked out first, followed by He Qingzhao.
Reaching the door, Cheng Jiamo stopped, turned around, and asked, "Are you going to take this apartment back?"
He Qingzhao's elegant demeanor was only presented to outsiders. When he was in front of Cheng Jiamo, he stopped pretending. He leaned against the wall with one hand, his back arched, and he bent over in pain.
Upon hearing Cheng Jiamo's words, he raised an eyelid and said, "The house is yours. I can't take it back, and I won't take it back."
Cheng Jiamo: "Since the house is mine, then you shouldn't come in."
He Qingzhao: "..."
Cheng Jiamo stood in front of the door: "Please leave."
He Qingzhao reached out and hugged her: "Momo."
"Don't touch me!" Cheng Jiamo pushed him away.
Thump!
He Qingzhao fell straight to the ground, headfirst.
Cheng Jiamo was stunned. She couldn't believe she had actually pushed He Qingzhao to the ground. It wasn't like she hadn't pushed him before; He Qingzhao was incredibly strong, and every time she tried with all her might, she couldn't move him.
After a moment of stunned silence, she shouted, "He Qingzhao!"
He Qingzhao remained silent, his face pale, and his eyes closed.
Fearing something might happen to him, Cheng Jiamo quickly knelt down to help him up, saying, "Get up."
He Qingzhao remained motionless with her eyes closed. Cheng Jiamo was frightened and quickly used her fingerprint to open the door, dragging He Qingzhao into the house.
She dragged He Qingzhao to the entrance and hurriedly took out her phone to call 120, but as soon as she pressed "1", her phone was suddenly snatched away.
He Qingzhao hugged her from behind, tightening his arms and embracing her body tightly, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply as if he were addicted to a drug.
Cheng Jiamo slammed her elbow backward, hitting him in the chest.
He Qingzhao let out a hoarse groan, but still wouldn't let go, instead holding her even tighter.
Cheng Jiaming held back her tears: "He Qingzhao, don't make me hate you!"
"Momo." He Qingzhao hugged her and gently rubbed her, turning his head to kiss her ear, sucking on her fair earlobe a few times, then burying his face in her fair neck and licking and kissing it. "Momo, I love you, I love you so much. You are mine, mine. You can only be with me, and your body can only be given to me."
Cheng Jiamo was forcibly hugged, kissed, and touched by him, and listening to his perverted and crazy words. She couldn't take it anymore and turned around in anger, slapping him and leaving a clear handprint on his cold, pale face.
He Qingzhao didn't care at all. He took her small hand and kissed her palm. He then placed her hand on his other cheek and looked at her with bloodshot eyes: "As long as you don't leave me, you can hit me however you want. The more you hit me, the more I enjoy it. I'm getting aroused from hitting you."
Cheng Jiamo was so angry that she laughed instead: "He Qingzhao, are you sure I can't leave Jingbei, and I can't leave you?"
He Qingzhao hugged her tightly: "Momo, I just don't want you to leave me."
Cheng Jiamo said in a calm tone, "If I want to leave you, I have plenty of ways. I'm willing to risk my life."
He Qingzhao stiffened, abruptly lifting his head from her neck, his eyes sharp as he looked at her: "Cheng Jiamo, you're ruthless!"
"I'm ruthless?" Cheng Jiamo found it laughable. "I'm not as ruthless as you! You, Young Master He, Boss He, President He, you're the real ruthless one! He Qingzhao, don't you feel any remorse saying such things?"
He Qingzhao lowered his eyes, his arms loosened, and he no longer held her so tightly.
Taking advantage of He Qingzhao's momentary lapse in attention, Cheng Jiamo quickly withdrew from his embrace and stood far away from him.
“He Qingzhao, from the very beginning when you asked me to be with you, I knew you just wanted to sleep with me and didn’t really like me. But even so, I still agreed. Because I really like you. During those three years when you didn’t even remember me, I silently liked you and worshipped you like a god.”
"But the deeper I got to know you, the more I realized that what I liked was just an illusion, a devil in a divine guise! The real you is cold-hearted, hypocritical, cruel, and scheming, treating people like fools."
"You kept your marriage to someone else a secret from me from beginning to end, a complete secret. If I hadn't found out in advance, you would never have told me."
“That time I met your fiancée at the Jinfu Building, you sent me away to buy you cigarettes and lied that you ran into a familiar friend.”
"You specifically asked me to buy Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes because you know there aren't many tobacco shops selling them nearby. This way, I'll spend more time buying cigarettes, which will make it easier for you to talk to your fiancée or, in other words, to reconcile your statements."
"Later I remembered that you smoked Taishan cigarettes. I saw the words Taishan printed on the cigarette holder. So I asked He Lin and learned from him that you don't smoke Huanghelou cigarettes at all. Your favorite cigarette is Xiaofoshou, which is the expensive Taishan Foguang tin can."
The most expensive cigarettes cost 15,000 yuan a can.
This cigarette is made with the most tender single buds of Taishan Daughter Tea before Qingming Festival, with the addition of agarwood. The essence is extracted using supercritical technology, so that the fresh tea aroma, mellow tobacco aroma and agarwood aroma are harmoniously blended to form a unique "tea sweet aroma" style, bringing an ultimate taste that is rich but not greasy, open but not messy, and lingering but not dissipated.
Even the small Buddha's Hand tin cans used to hold cigarettes have become works of art with collectible value.
He Qingzhao hardly ever needs to buy such expensive cigarettes himself, as he has plenty at home; several small golden Buddha's Hand jars are placed on his desk in the South Garden.
At the time, she didn't know that this kind of cigarette was so ridiculously expensive; she just thought the can was exquisite and pretty, and casually grabbed a rubber band to put in it.
After seeing this, He Qingzhao gave her the other jars.
She happily accepted the tobacco tins, and even sat on He Qingzhao's lap, hugged his neck and kissed him, so much so that she didn't go to sleep until very late that night.
Looking back now, she was completely foolish toyed with by He Qingzhao.
If Li Zhuyue hadn't sent her those photos the night before last, she would still be in the dark, and He Qingzhao would never have told her about his upcoming marriage.
He will continue to keep it from her, to keep taking wedding photos with other people behind her back, and to keep his wedding to other people behind her back.
Then what is she?
Is she a third party who interferes in someone else's marriage?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, until all her love turned into hatred, and she hated He Qingzhao to death.
After hearing what she said, He Qingzhao was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Not bad, you've learned to investigate me behind my back."
Cheng Jiamo didn't want to argue with him pointlessly. She suppressed her anger and looked at him calmly: "He Qingzhao, you are a person with pride."
She deliberately flattered him, then said, "I believe that someone as proud and arrogant as you would never do anything shameful."
After saying that, she ignored him, turned around and went back to the bedroom, locked the door, and went into the bathroom to wash her hair and take a shower.
After she finished showering, she put on her pajamas and came out, intending to see if He Qingzhao had left. However, she saw him leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed, his shirt and suit completely off, revealing his scarred upper body.
His thick, muscular arms were covered in obvious bruises, clearly from being beaten. His muscular chest also had abrasions. Most striking were his lean waist and abdomen, which, even after two days, were still covered in blood, as if they were freshly injured.
Cheng Jiamo pretended not to see and turned her face away: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
He Qingzhao lazily lifted her eyelids, a casual smile playing on her lips: "I don't want to leave."
Cheng Jiamo replied irritably, "You can leave now. You have nowhere to sleep if you don't leave."
He Qingzhao looked at her and said, "Right now, all I want to do is do something shameful."
Cheng Jiamo ignored him and turned to leave.
He Qingzhao stood up, quickly stood in front of her, and pulled her hand to her lower abdomen: "It hurts."
When Cheng Jiamo touched the wound on his waist and abdomen, her hand felt as if it had been burned, and she was so frightened that she immediately pulled back.
He Qingzhao pulled her hand behind her back and whispered in her ear, "Momo, I'm in so much pain. I need to hold you while I sleep to stop the pain."
Cheng Jiamo shoved him away, sneering, "He Qingzhao, when I was fifteen or sixteen, I had the courage to risk my life to escape from a chaotic place like Taijing. Now I'm an adult, almost twenty, and in Beijing's northern suburbs. Do you think I'll be trapped here?"
[Author's Note]
The information about cigarettes comes from Baidu.
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