When his eyes passed over the last word, the phone was smashed to the ground by Yan Zheng with a "bang", and slid more than a meter along the original wooden floor.
"This pervert!" Yan Zheng glared at his black phone with gritted teeth, "Why won't you let me go!"
"Why won't you let me go?"
He kept repeating this sentence, his expression gradually becoming ferocious, as if he had entered a state of demonic possession.
Finally, after repeating it dozens of times, he suddenly broke down and hugged his head and cried bitterly.
He still couldn't face this matter. No matter how he gave himself psychological hints, it was useless. Even the method taught to him by the psychologist before was no longer effective.
It seems like I’ve returned to the dark days of more than ten years ago.
What should he do?
Do you want to call the police?
But the man said that if he called the police, his photo would be released.
Yan Zheng didn't dare to imagine what people around him would think when they saw these photos, but one thing was certain: there would definitely be people who would point fingers at him.
He had experienced this more than ten years ago. Even his good classmates, after learning about his experience, comforted him on the surface, but secretly said that he was targeted by hooligans because he was not serious. Otherwise, why didn't other boys encounter this?
It was clearly not his fault, but he was blamed for it. This is how the world is sometimes.
Back then, he was young enough to study abroad and have a chance to start anew. But now he's in his thirties, his work and social circles have already been established, and he's even married. How can he start over?
And Sang Tianen, his wife, and his father were depressed for more than two years after seeing those photos before they completely came to their senses. How should Sang Tianen, his wife, deal with it?
Other women would definitely laugh at her for marrying a slut and being a poor scapegoat.
It’s bad enough that he was pointed at, but how could his wife also be looked at strangely like that?
But if he doesn't call the police, he will most likely be harassed by this pervert for the rest of his life.
Judging from the content of the recent emails, this pervert must have a crush on me, and might even be one of those five people back then.
Now he is proposing to meet again, but it doesn’t seem like he wants money, and I don’t know what his purpose is.
Yan Zheng's face turned ugly. Now he seemed to have reached a dead end, with no way out and no way to retreat.
"Yan Zheng?" Sang Tianen's puzzled voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. "Why did you throw your phone on the ground? I was so scared downstairs!"
Yan Zheng's expression became panicked: "Just now when I was playing with my phone, a bug flew over and I was so scared that I threw it away."
"Bugs? Where are they?" Sang Tianen looked around. "It's very clean, where are the bugs?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong." Yan Zheng forced a smile.
Sang Tianen walked to the bedside, put the phone on the bedside table, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "If you don't feel well, I can take you to see a psychiatrist."
Yan Zheng's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
Yan Zheng's expression changed, and he said with trembling lips: "I'm fine, I'm just too tired these past few days."
Seeing that Yan Zheng still refused to confess, Sang Tianen also got angry and raised his voice and said, "Do I look like a fool? No one can help you like this!"
Yan Zheng turned his face away: "I don't need help."
"Okay, you said that, and I won't care about anything you do from now on." Sang Tianen turned around and left angrily.
Yan Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red. He ran down from the bed barefoot and hugged Sang Tianen: "Don't go."
Sang Tianen stopped and looked at the white wall across the aisle without saying a word, his chest heaving.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I just don't want you to suffer with me." Yan Zheng choked up, "Please don't be angry, okay?"
"If you're sick, just get treatment. What are you afraid of?" Sang Tianen said unhappily. "I know all your stories. I don't understand why you should hide them."
"No, that's not it!" Yan Zheng said intermittently, "Yes, yes, someone, someone sent me those photos."
Sang Tianen turned his head abruptly: "What photo?"
"A week ago, someone sent me some photos. Over a decade ago, I was not only... but also photographed."
"She threatened to spread the photos if I called the police. I really didn't know what to do."
Sang Tianen was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He wanted to curse but couldn't. He could only suppress his anger and ask, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
Yan Zheng's tears fell, and he said aggrievedly: "I don't want to see you sad and painful like me."
"What kind of lame excuse is that?" Sang Tianen cursed. "We are husband and wife. Do you think we are birds in the forest? When disaster strikes, each of us will fly away."
Yan Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing.
Sang Tianen took two breaths, calmed his tone and asked, "Why did that person send you the photo? Did he want money?"
Yan Zheng shook his head: "I don't know, he just said some very disgusting and perverted words, but didn't mention money."
Sang Tianen frowned. "How did she contact you? Can you find her address?"
"I can't find it. I can usually be contacted via email."
Email? Sang Tianen suddenly realized, no wonder he hadn't found any useful information on his phone before. It turned out that this was the way to contact him. What a mistake.
"So this has been keeping you awake at night lately?"
Yan Zheng hummed honestly, sniffing gently through his nose, looking very pitiful.
Sang Tianen took a tissue from the tissue box on the bedside table and handed it to him: "Besides the disgusting and perverted words, what else did she say? Did she make any requests?"
Yan Zheng raised his eyes: "You, how do you know?"
Sang Tianen snorted coldly: "He suddenly appeared after more than ten years. He must have some ulterior motive. Although it is difficult to understand his perverted mind, he is nothing more than a beast driven by his inner desires."
Yan Zheng bit his lip and said, "She wants me to meet her at the pavilion in Wangyue Park at one o'clock on Friday afternoon."
Sang Tianen thought for a few seconds and said, "Now you have two options. The first is that you go to Wangyue Park on Friday as agreed and see what she wants to do. I will follow you. The second is that we call the police and have her taken to jail."
When Yan Zheng heard about calling the police, his expression changed instantly. He kept saying, "No, we can't call the police. She has my photo."
"If the police were called, she would spread the photos."
"What's wrong with having photos? Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? Society is so advanced now, who dares to say anything when someone accuses someone of photoshopping?"
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