Over the years, she has never experienced warmth or tenderness.
Her husband imposed many restrictions on her, forbidding her from taking any job outside the home or using her position to gain any benefits from outside the home.
She endured it all, and was even willing to help him build relationships in the compound, becoming a well-regarded wife and virtuous helper.
until……
I saw the photos of that woman that he had hidden in the book—
In every photo, a handsome, youthful young man always stands a step behind a stunningly beautiful woman, intently watching her expression, her long eyelashes drooping, conveying shyness and tenderness.
Like looking at the sun and moon, which one can never hope for or touch in a lifetime.
It's absurd...
But at that moment, she thought of the knights in Shakespeare's novels from the Western feudal era... looking at the lady he was protecting.
She thought that a man like him would only ever have work and struggle in his heart, only his comrades-in-arms, and only his burning ideals for which he was willing to give his life.
They will never understand what romantic love between men and women is, nor what tenderness is.
So, even that cold and hard man can show that kind of expression.
So... was he molded into this state by that stunningly beautiful young lady?
His body and spirit were forever branded by that young lady, and through the constant fighting, war and bloodshed shaped him into what he is today.
Only that young lady had seen him in his original, purest, untouched form.
Back then, he wasn't called the cold and hard Rong Wenwu, but Rong Jiuyu—Yu, meaning "a person as beautiful as jade."
The jade that has been carved was discovered and sculpted by that young lady.
Throughout his life, all his private tenderness was reserved only for that young lady…
It turns out it wasn't that he didn't understand; it's just that the young lady left, taking with her all his capacity for love.
Humans...
They're all greedy.
She used every means at her disposal, meticulously planning for so long, sacrificing her reputation and her dance dream, giving up the man and status she gained on stage.
It turns out it was nothing more than...
Another woman didn't want it, but she couldn't have it.
She thought she didn't care; she had always been smarter than other children and had clear goals.
But... day after day, after that woman's son returned to the country, her husband would occasionally stare blankly at the young man.
She couldn't control the growing resentment in her heart...
It was that woman who abandoned him; she took care of everything for him and bore him children, yet he never showed her any kindness.
Even after Chaobei was born, he separated from her into a separate room.
Yes, everything was obtained through her begging and scheming.
But is he not wrong?
...
It was 1:30 a.m. on a humid and sultry summer night. The boy, as slender as a bamboo stalk, stood in the washroom taking a cold shower.
His soft, damp bangs were swept back from his head, the glass window was open, and water washed over the boy's fair and clean body.
The girl was different from her husband; she was still a piece of pure jade, untouched by any woman's polishing or carving, and unmarked by anyone.
Like a night-blooming cereus that has just opened at night.
She exhaled smoke, blurring her vision... The boy was that lady's child.
What if we let her bear her own mark...?
Anyway, summer nights are so boring, no, her whole life is filled with endless loneliness and boredom.
She didn't hesitate for long; she stubbed out her cigarette and changed into an extremely thin, low-cut cotton nightgown.
These are Soviet goods that were extremely difficult to obtain.
She took a large towel and slowly walked down the stairs. Everyone was asleep, and only the sound of her soft footsteps could be heard.
She pushed open the door to the second-floor washroom and saw the boy suddenly turn around, staring at her warily.
She gently handed him a towel: "It's hot, so don't always take cold showers... you'll get sick."
She stood very close as she gently draped the towel over his hair, her nightgown soaked with the water from his body.
He's such a clean-cut boy, there's not a trace of unpleasant smell about him.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
Even the next moment, the boy, like a frightened leopard cub, roughly pushed her away and ran out.
She couldn't help but squat down, laughing uncontrollably, her heart filled with the exhilarating feeling of revenge.
It's okay, if once isn't enough, then try again... That lady took away the affection and love that her husband should have given her, so it's not too much for her to compensate with the lady's child, is it?
So what if we get caught?
Who would believe that such a gentle and kind "good person" could do such a terrible thing?
For her, handling teenagers who lacked social experience, had returned from abroad, and were completely unaccustomed to life in the mainland was a piece of cake.
If he were to be easily seduced and obedient, she might be more forgiving of him.
If he doesn't listen...
So she changed her approach to shaping him and imprinting her mark on him.
For example, ruining him... making that boy unable to rise from the mud for the rest of his life, living in her shadow for the rest of his life, is also a way of leaving her unique mark.
When her husband is old and frail, she will let him know what happened.
Let him know how his mistress destroyed the treasure she left him through his hands...
She really wanted to see the man's pain and regret.
No one could make her suffer so much, suffer for a lifetime, and yet live a peaceful and uneventful life!
Besides... life is going to be so boring, and she's suffering, so let's all suffer too.
Rong Wenwu, the more you value that young lady's child, the more I want to destroy him.
...
He Su looked at the waning moon in the sky and the figures on the bridge.
What a pity...
She was just a little bit away... just a little bit away from fulfilling her wish.
If it weren't for that country girl causing trouble...
What a pity... I didn't see the man's regret and resentment.
But I'm certain... Rong Wenwu, no, Rong Jiuyu, for the rest of your life you will remember me just as you remember that young lady...
Because you will spend the rest of your life regretting and hating me...
He Su convulsed in agony, blood gushing from his mouth and from his broken internal organs, bones, and skin.
The dark river water was stained red.
Slowly, she stopped moving.
Xiang Ziye, who was lying in the water beside her, twitched, pressed his hand to his left chest with difficulty, and then, like her, slowly went still.
...
Soon, Wei Heng appeared at the riverbank carrying a small tool bag and leading a group of people.
But he stopped the others from following him and stepped into the river to examine the three bodies.
He then gestured to the bridge that everything was fine, and began to concentrate on removing the bombs from two of the bodies.
On the bridge, a slender figure slowly turned around and walked towards the bridgehead.
At the bridgehead, another slender figure shook off Ah Heng's hand that was bandaging her arm and ran towards him: "Rong Zhaonan!"
Ah Heng could only rush after her, saying, "Slow down! You have deep abrasions on your arms and knees!"
Watching the girl rush towards him like a swallow, he stood still and opened his arms.
Ning Yuan rushed into his arms and hugged his waist tightly. Her heart calmed down a little, and her voice was sharp and trembling: "Rong Zhaonan!!"
Rong Zhaonan lowered his head, gently embraced her, and patted her head: "I'm fine, you did a great job, you ran very fast..."
"You bastard, you scared me to death!" She took a deep breath and couldn't help but look up at his face.
But what she saw was a pale, bloodless face.
"Hmm—" He looked down at her and smiled, then suddenly and silently fell forward.
Ning Yuan froze, and when she raised her hand, she saw that her hand was covered in blood!
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