Chapter 14
Qiao Yan was about to go to sleep when he suddenly received a call from Xiao Lu and rushed back.
In the car, she looked at her terminal and heard conversations between people inside and outside the door. There was no sound in the car, but she saw a flash of silver light in the live monitoring feed.
"Are you alright?" Qiao Yan took the shovel from his hand. "Didn't I send you a message telling you to call me first?"
Nan Yayin remembered that Qiao Yan had told her before that hitting someone was illegal. She took a step back and said, "The terminal was out of power, I didn't see it."
Qiao Yan sighed, waiting for the police car to come and take the man away again. Qiao Yan didn't leave either; Bai Luxing's nights weren't very pleasant. She walked into the house, a bit chilly in the wind.
"Where's Shuyin?" Qiao Yan asked him. "Is she sleeping?"
Nan Yayin nodded.
Qiao Yan turned on the living room light and handed the coat to Xiao Lu. Only then did Nan Ya Yin realize that Xiao Lu must have rushed over. Unlike before, she was not dressed neatly. Instead, she had messy long hair and her clothes were buttoned up incorrectly.
"Did you know he had a knife?" Qiao Yan asked him.
"What kind of knife?"
Qiao Yan measured it; it was about fifteen centimeters long. "He had a fruit knife on the ground."
The surveillance cameras had blind spots; the knife flashed by in a flash of silver light, and Nan Ya Yin could hardly notice it.
But that's just how this group is. Nan Ya Yin knows they're a bunch of scoundrels who love to act tough. They can carry knives and sticks, but they're not people who exercise regularly. Even if they were hit, it would only result in superficial injuries.
He wanted to refute it like that, but felt it wasn't the right time. Somehow, he felt like he had returned to the time when he was a child and had to stand in the corner as punishment for doing something wrong.
"Have you thought about what would happen if you opened the door?" Qiao Yan's tone remained calm. "You're untrained and unarmed. He may not be as tall as you, but he's stronger."
"I was the one who grabbed him last time, didn't you see?" Nan Ya Yin retorted, refusing to admit she had done anything wrong. "So what are we supposed to do? Just wait for him to break in?"
“The door lock has a safety current, and you can call the police from inside the house. Either way is safer than rushing out,” Qiao Yan retorted. “But if you were stabbed, you wouldn’t be able to stand here and talk to me like this.”
“But I didn’t rush out. I waited for you to come before I opened the door.” Nan Ya’yin didn’t understand why Qiao Yan was making trouble here.
"What if I hadn't come? Would you really have done that?"
He would definitely rush out first, Nan Ya Yin herself knew that, it had been the same before, so what to do, let them beat her up? Or let her be sold off?
“But I didn’t go out,” Nan Yayin repeated after she finished speaking.
He had expected Qiao Yanyan to continue arguing with him, but in the end she said nothing, only glanced at the time and said, "Go to sleep first, it's too late now."
Qiao Yan had no intention of arguing; she was just worried that he would get hurt. If she had to argue to make him understand, she thought Nan Ya Yin would only dislike her more.
She went into her room, which Xiao Lu tidied up every day, and it was always spotless.
I was lying in bed but couldn't fall asleep. If I did fall asleep, I would have the same dream again. I decided to stay awake and go to the study to get two books to read.
When Qiao Yan went out, she saw Nan Yayin just walking up the stairs. The living room lights were already off, and the streetlights shone through the window at night.
They had just had an argument, and Qiao Yan didn't know how to talk to him. She thought she should use a gentler approach to help him understand, so that she could at least avoid the current situation.
Nan Ya Yin turned her head away from her, thinking that she was going to give her a lecture, but to her surprise, she went straight into the study.
I will no longer try to persuade him, nor will I say anything to him.
Nan Ya Yin felt abandoned, even though he had been abandoned since birth. Silence was more unbearable than arguments.
Qiao Yan had barely stepped into the room and turned a couple of pages when she heard the door suddenly open. She looked up as Nan Yayin grabbed her by the collar. "That's how I survived! Nobody told me that being hit would hurt or that being hit would kill me. All I knew was that I would die if I didn't fight back!"
Qiao Yan was pulled tightly by him, and her head kept tilting upwards.
"What can I do? Would you be happy if I waited for him to break down the door, run in, and make a mess of your house?" Nan Ya Yin gasped for breath. "In the end, he'll just kick me out anyway. What's the difference between us? Don't pretend you know everything. What makes you any different from everyone else? I'm a jinx. I should be like them. I should have been sold off long ago..."
It's much more comfortable to go with the flow than to resist alone, without having to bother others or force yourself.
Anyway, this is all an Omega can do. No money, no power, what's left? What else can he possibly have left?
Qiao Yan simply watched, his dark pupils devoid of emotion. Nan Ya Yin couldn't stand people like him who were always so loyal to reason. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing pale scars of various sizes, like the belly of a dead fish turned upside down.
"Look, look! If I hadn't fought back, if I hadn't let them know I could fight back, I would have been beaten again! You think staying silent would have been enough? No way! Because Nan Shuyin didn't fight back, they broke her bones. Otherwise, she could be walking right now, she could be running over here to see what's going on!" Nan Yayin was almost incoherent as she vented her frustrations about what she had experienced over the years to Qiao Yan. "They just wanted to beat people up. What did I do wrong? Was it that I didn't get beaten up or that I didn't get what they wanted?"
A person with a conscience and a kind heart would sympathize with him and pity him. He desperately needed that. He hoped that Qiao Yan could forgive him or even pity him for this.
But Qiao Yan was like a photograph, neither happy nor angry, and did not seem to be saddened by his plight.
Nan Ya Yin's voice softened. He felt that he had made a complete fool of himself, and that all his truth or pretense was exposed in front of her.
While he was lost in thought, Qiao Yan reached out and helped him pull down his sleeve. "I absolutely do not think that resisting is wrong, but what if his knife hurts you? Have you ever thought that you are important, so important that sometimes your life is not your own?"
Who said his life was important? What made it important? But Nan Ya Yin just murmured in a hoarse voice, "I won't die."
"No one can guarantee anything; even the smallest probability can happen."
After he calmed down, Qiao Yan took out a tissue and prepared to wipe away his tears.
"I didn't cry." Nan Ya Yin broke free. "You're a jerk! Can't you see how pathetic I am? All you want to do is teach me a lesson. You just don't like me!"
"I don't have that kind of fetish." Qiao Yan saw that he was crying and reached out to wipe it away.
Nan Yayin snatched the paper from her hand. "I don't want you to wipe it. Who knows if you have one? Maybe you're just pretending to be a teacher, but you're actually a bastard. You said he had a knife, so why are you lecturing me instead of him? Do you think there aren't any kitchen knives to take? I only took a spatula. I'm a good person. I only wanted to hit him; I didn't want to kill him."
Qiao Yan had nothing to say. Of course, she should first blame the thug. If the victim took an inch back, those people would take three more steps forward.
“I’m sorry, I was just worried you would get hurt,” Qiao Yan said sincerely. “I don’t know your past, and I don’t want to lecture you, but I think it would be hard for you to take these things as a sign of my concern for you.”
Things can easily get more complicated the more you try to control them, just like he said he wasn't hurt and didn't actually open the door.
When Nan Ya Yin heard her apology, he felt that distance being created again. He disliked this feeling the most, that feeling that separated the two of them.
"Who asked you to apologize? I didn't ask you to apologize." He sniffed and looked at her.
Qiao Yan increasingly felt that Nan Ya Yin was just like a hedgehog, and that she could prick her hand with thorns no matter what she said.
“You don’t understand me? Then stay at home and you can try to understand me.” Nan Ya Yin said through gritted teeth, not even knowing why she said it. “Anyway, this is your home, so who knows why you’re so eager to move out.”
He could smell her scent in the house on the very first day, and he insisted on saying that he didn't live at home often—such a lame lie.
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