Chapter 28
When Fu Jingyuan entered the room, Yan Guanglin only glanced at him before lowering her head again to focus on arranging the baby clothes on the bed.
Fu Jingyuan's face flushed slightly. He deliberately turned his face away, not wanting to see her large belly: "How have you been lately?"
Yan Guanglin neatly folded the baby clothes: "It's alright. Nurse Annie comes every week, and she says everything is normal for me. The baby is healthy too."
"Oh...that's good."
Is he alright?
Fu Jingyuan stood up and poured himself a cup of cold tea: "He's still the same."
"Last time, you said you were going to give him weaning injections?"
"yes."
Yan Guanglin looked up at him: "He won't agree."
"Yes, he stubbornly refused."
Yan Guanglin chuckled softly, "He's afraid of suffering. He's incredibly timid! But strangely enough, he's not afraid of death. That time at Tongguan, when he heard you were coming, he rushed off to commit suicide. Thinking about it now, it's kind of funny."
Fu Jingyuan coughed lightly: "Um... Guanglin, would you like to go see him?"
Did he ask me?
Fu Jingyuan hesitated for a moment, then decided to answer truthfully: "No."
"Then forget it." Yan Guanglin stood up, supporting herself on her waist with one hand and holding onto the headboard with the other. Compared to before, she looked much uglier, her face was yellowish and swollen, and her cheeks were covered with spots. But her demeanor and attitude had not changed at all; she still looked bright and determined.
"I don't resent him for anything, because after all, it was my own foolishness that led me to him. Because of that, my reputation was ruined, and I couldn't go home. But I don't regret it. At that time, I truly loved him."
Fu Jingyuan always seemed somewhat insecure in her presence, and he stammered, "And now?"
Yan Guanglin slowly walked to the chair by the window and sat down. "He didn't care about me. You couldn't tell at other times, but you could see it when it came to life and death." She turned to look out the window. "He didn't even want to see me before he died. That broke my heart."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingyuan suddenly felt a vague sense of relief. He thought to himself, "If you had chosen me back then, how could you have ended up in this state now?"
"Brother Zhifu asked me to inquire if you need anything else."
"Oh, tell my third brother to bring me some novels, and also some cosmetics, the kind my third sister-in-law brought from Shanghai, called Miss Buddha."
"good."
After a long silence, Fu Jingyuan felt uneasy and got up to take his leave.
Yan Guanglin wanted to get up to see him off, but he quickly refused. Yan Guanglin then sat down again: "Jingyuan, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. Also, thank you for not killing him."
Fu Jingyuan stopped in his tracks: "Why are you thanking me for not killing him? Didn't you... stop loving him?"
"But I don't hate him."
Fu Jingyuan stared intently at Yan Guanglin, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. His breath trembled, and a tear inexplicably rolled down his cheek. Yan Guanglin noticed, quickly lowered her head, and continued tidying the few small clothes, pretending not to notice. Fu Jingyuan also quickly turned away, saying, "I'll be going now. I'll come see you another day."
Take care.
It took Fu Jingyuan a while to calm down after leaving Yan Guanglin.
He thought that no matter what, he had to get Rongxiang to quit morphine this time. Guanglin's child... needed a father.
He went to Dr. Seryozha with a heavy heart and had a long, heart-to-heart talk with the German. As a result, he discovered that the matter of the needle was not as simple as he had imagined.
In his mind, drug rehabilitation simply meant locking up addicts like Rongxiang for a few days, waiting for them to wail and scream through those days, and then the job was done. Upon learning of his lack of knowledge, Seryozha stroked his chin and shook his head thoroughly.
"That would be extremely dangerous for Mr. Rong, who uses morphine long-term. He might die during an attack."
Fu Jingyuan's eyes widened: "Then... what do you mean?"
"I have a drug that, when injected, can make me sleep for two or three days. But I might not wake up and die," Seryozha said, his tongue thick with difficulty.
Fu Jingyuan took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat: "Oh...I see..."
Seryozha shrugged and spread his hands: "Mr. Fu, what is your opinion?"
Fu Jingyuan coughed and stood up: "I'll go back and think about it some more, but please make the preparations first. You know my situation here is special; something unexpected might happen."
"Of course." Seryozha politely stood up and saw Fu Jingyuan out.
After leaving the German doctor's private hospital, he hurried to the garden mansion. There was no need to rush; it wasn't something that had only been a day or two. But he felt uneasy. And, counting the days, it had been almost a week since he last visited him.
The journey from the hospital to the garden residence was quite long. By the time Fu Jingyuan parked the car at the gate, it was already evening.
The huge villa had only a few rooms on the first floor lit up, making it appear particularly lonely and desolate from the courtyard. He had been there countless times, but every time he approached the door, his heart would still race.
The old gatekeeper had disappeared. Fu Jingyuan, like a thief, quietly entered the building.
The rooms on the first floor with lights on were the guest room and the dining room. He peeked inside, but only saw two elderly women tidying the tablecloths and tableware. Seeing him, they both stood up in surprise to greet him. Fu Jingyuan gestured for them to sit down: "Where's Mr. Rong? Haven't you had dinner yet?"
An older woman replied with a forced smile, "Mr. Rong often doesn't eat dinner; he has a midnight snack."
Fu Jingyuan frowned, wondering what kind of lifestyle this was: "Where is he?"
The old woman smiled ingratiatingly, "She's still taking a nap in her bedroom upstairs."
Fu Jingyuan turned and tiptoed upstairs. He'd been sleeping all the time, yet he hadn't gained an ounce of weight. But the thought of Rong Xiang and the bed suddenly stirred something within him. His blood seemed to rush through his veins.
Rongxiang had a very pleasant smell, sweet like candy or pastries. But perhaps it was because he had indeed eaten a lot of pastries.
Fu Jingyuan smiled unconsciously.
He groped his way through the dark with a grin, counting each room one by one, then grasped the metal handle on the door and gently pressed it down.
The lock clicked open, and the door swung open.
Fu Jingyuan stood frozen at the doorway.
Although the room was dark and the hallway was also shrouded in darkness, the two figures entwined on the bed could still be clearly discerned by the faint twilight filtering in from the window.
Fu Jingyuan's face was burning, but his heart was pounding in the cold. In an instant, he threw all his civility and manners to the back of his mind. He slammed his fist on the light switch on the wall, and with a thud, the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly turned on.
The two people on the bed seemed to regain some consciousness. Fu Jingyuan didn't care about anything else. He strode forward, grabbed Xiao Meng by the collar, and dragged her off the bed to the door without saying a word. Then he slammed the door shut.
Rongxiang groggily sat up. His silk pajamas were wide open at the neckline, revealing half a shoulder and delicate collarbone. His skin was like fine white porcelain, so delicate that one hesitated to touch it under the soft golden light.
"Jing...Yuan?" He narrowed his phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, exuding a subtle charm. Unfortunately, in essence, he had become a fool.
Fu Jingyuan didn't even know how he got there. When he regained consciousness, his hand had already slapped Rong Xiang squarely across the face: "You're so despicable! You even try to seduce a servant!"
Rongxiang was knocked to the side by the blow. The sheets on the bed were slippery, and he rolled over and fell onto the carpet. He was already a little groggy from sleep, and now, after being slapped so hard, he couldn't even feel the pain. He just felt dizzy and his mouth tasted sweet and metallic.
A thin trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it blankly with his sleeve. The next second, his body suddenly felt light. He looked around in a panic, only to find that the person in front of him had picked him up around the waist.
The feeling of being suspended in mid-air was actually more terrifying, especially afterward being slammed onto the bed like a doll. He instinctively covered his head, thinking he must be having another nightmare. Knowing he was dreaming actually calmed him down a bit. Hearing the person above him roaring like thunder, saying things like "shameless, lewd, dissolute, heartless," he frowned, raised his hand, and tried to cover his ears.
Later, the dream took a strange turn. He found himself being crushed by a heavy body, unable to breathe. In his dazed state, he felt a pair of large hands forcefully pressing his legs upwards, folding his body into an unbelievable angle. This made him groan in pain, and he patted the blanket beside him, calling out, "Xiao Meng! Xiao Meng!"
This was his subconscious cry for help; he was used to it, and whenever he felt unwell, he would immediately call out for Xiao Meng.
Of course, Xiao Meng wasn't there; that soft cry was met with a sudden, sharp pain in her lower body.
The agony of impending death finally brought Rong Xiang to his senses. He jerked his head up as if waking from a dream, his nose almost touching Fu Jingyuan's cheek.
"you?"
Fu Jingyuan gripped his shoulders, resolutely and angrily pushing himself slowly into him, his eyes fixed on the person beneath him: "It's me. What, you didn't expect that?"
Rongxiang took a deep breath and slowly lay back down: "Be gentle, it hurts."
This indifferent attitude nearly made Fu Jingyuan explode with anger: "You...you really don't care at all!"
As he spoke, he pressed down hard on Rongxiang's thighs, manipulating the pale, smooth body like a doll—or rather, more than just a doll, since dolls have no feeling. He deliberately wanted to torture Rongxiang; yes, he wanted to make him hurt, to make him cry. This thought was too strong, something he had never felt before, and once it appeared, he was absolutely unable to control it. He thrust and pumped with all his might, not just for pleasure—what did pleasure matter at this moment? He just wanted to fuck him to death.
Kill him. How much suffering and torment I've endured for him! What did I do wrong? Wasn't it just because I liked him? Did liking him mean I owed him something? Even if I did, I should have paid it all back over these past few years, right? But what was the result? My lover is just a half-dead drug addict, pretending to be so high and mighty, but secretly sleeping with his lackeys!
He moved with force, and saw Rongxiang's head hitting the headboard again and again with his movements, making such a heavy thud, but he seemed oblivious, just staring at him with wide eyes, his eyes dark and watery, but he just wouldn't cry.
Fu Jingyuan bit his lip, pulled up, and flipped Rong Xiang over, making him kneel on the bed. He then entered him from behind. The point where their bodies met was bloody; the insertion and withdrawal were gruesome. Rong Xiang remained silent, only wiping the cold sweat from his forehead onto the sheets. The weapon inside him seemed to suddenly swell even larger; he felt as if Fu Jingyuan was crushing his bones. He had never suffered such torture before, but with Fu Jingyuan as his executioner, he didn't even have a chance to kneel and beg for mercy.
Rong Xiang absolutely refused to show weakness to Fu Jingyuan.
So when Fu Jingyuan finally reached his climax, trembling, the lover and enemy beneath him was already weak, his body twisted and limp on the bed, without even the strength to groan.
Fu Jingyuan stood naked by the bed, gazing at the slender, snow-white body on it—like a white snake. Between her thighs, a trail of semen and blood stained the area, extending down her inner thighs.
This was his first sexual encounter with Rongxiang?
There was no sweetness, no romance, just like fighting for revenge, forcibly pressing him down, then thrusting and tearing at him, not for passion, but just... to make him hurt!
Fu Jingyuan suddenly jolted, jumped onto the bed, and turned Rong Xiang over by his shoulders. Their eyes met; Rong Xiang's eyes were bright, a tear welling up in his eye, but he refused to let it fall.
They stared at each other for a long time before Rongxiang finally laughed first: "Are you crazy?"
Fu Jingyuan sighed silently: "I'm going crazy...you've driven me crazy."
Rongxiang frowned, lowered his eyes, and his gaze was clearly sweeping over his disheveled body: "Actually, between us... if you like... it doesn't matter to me."
What do you mean by that?
Rongxiang wearily closed his eyes, his neck slumped to the side, and his head fell onto the pillow as if out of control: "I know I'm sorry for what happened to you first, and for saving my life later. But now I'm just a useless person waiting to die, and I'll never have another chance to repay you in this life. If you like sleeping with me, at least I can still..." He paused here, his eyes slowly closed, and a tear slid down his cheek.
Fu Jingyuan stared blankly at him, his chest filled with molten iron, his heart burned away, leaving only an empty and sorrowful void.
"You know why you did those things? We were such good friends back in Fengtian—didn't you want us to be together?" Fu Jingyuan knelt dejectedly beside Rong Xiang: "Don't you care about me at all?"
Rongxiang struggled to curl up: "I have no choice." His voice was very soft and low, but he persisted in repeating, "I have no choice."
Fu Jingyuan grabbed one of his arms; the snow-white skin was covered with patches of bruises, some of which had turned black, and tiny red needle marks extended down to the upper arm. Touching it, he could feel that the muscles in several places were stiff.
Rong Xiang suddenly groaned. He was powerless to pull his arm away from Fu Jingyuan's grasp, so he could only reach out his free hand to grab the bed sheet, as if he wanted to sit up.
Fu Jingyuan, recalling the wretched state of his lower body, thought that if he were to actually sit up, he would probably scream in pain on the spot. So he quickly raised his hand to stop him from getting up, but still wouldn't be polite: "What are you trying to do?"
Rong Xiang gasped for breath, trying to dodge Fu Jingyuan's hand: "I need to get a shot. Call Xiao Meng." Before he finished speaking, his body began to tremble slightly.
The mere mention of "injection" filled Fu Jingyuan with inexplicable disgust. Hearing the name "Xiao Meng" reignited the anger that had been extinguished by his sorrow. He knelt upright, his voice a condescending rebuke: "Couldn't you have put the morphine aside for now?"
In his mind, the power of the spirit was almost inexhaustible. If Rong Xiang was so obsessed with morphine, it must be because he craved the pleasure of injecting it. So seeing Rong Xiang, who had just been speaking those heartbreaking words with a sorrowful expression, suddenly trembling and asking for morphine, he found it hard to accept. Before he could even begin his righteous accusation, Rong Xiang, taking advantage of the moment he straightened up, rolled off the bed, grabbed a bathrobe, and hastily threw it on. He scrambled to open the door. However, before he could even take a foot, Fu Jingyuan on the bed pounced on him like a bat: "I won't allow you to see that Xiao Meng!"
Rong Xiang looked up at Fu Jingyuan, his gaze gradually becoming vacant, muttering only, "I need a shot!"
Fu Jingyuan angrily squatted down: "I said! You are not allowed to leave this room now! You are not allowed to see that Xiao Meng! Do you understand?"
Rong Xiang nodded blankly, a fine layer of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead and face. Then, as if remembering something, he struggled to turn and crawl towards the bedside table. Opening the cabinet door, he saw several small vials of syringes and a syringe in a glass tube. He eagerly picked up one of the vials, bit off the metal cap with his teeth, and then reached for the glass tube.
His fingers had already touched the cold outer wall of the glass tube, but in the instant he grasped it, it was swiftly snatched away by another hand.
He immediately turned around, unaware that his gaze towards Fu Jingyuan was as sharp as a hawk's. He was truly anxious; he could joke about anything, but not this. Was Fu Jingyuan deliberately trying to watch him make a fool of himself?
Rong Xiang hugged his shoulders tightly, tears streaming down his face. He forced back his tears and held out a hand to Fu Jingyuan: "Give it to me!"
Fu Jingyuan held the glass tube and took a step back. He looked at Rong Xiang, who was reaching out to him, with a pained expression. He thought, "Can't you have some backbone and not touch this thing?"
Rong Xiang's hand hovered in the air for half a minute before finally falling limply to his sides. He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing, yet he still managed to crawl forward to Fu Jingyuan's feet: "Give it to me!" His voice trembled with tears: "I need a shot!"
Fu Jingyuan leaned down: "Sweetie, let's be patient and quit."
Rongxiang hugged his leg with all his might, as if it were his life: "I need a shot."
Fu Jingyuan easily pulled Rong Xiang away with just one hand. He first turned his head and placed the glass tube on the bookshelf behind him, then bent down and picked up the mud-like Rong Xiang, gently placing him back on the bed.
"Xiao Xiang, don't be afraid, I'll always be here with you. Once you've quit, I'll be with you for the rest of my life."
He spoke softly, using the strap of his bathrobe to tie Rongxiang's hands to the bedpost above his head.
Rong Xiang stared at him blankly until he had tightly fastened the knot, then suddenly realized what was happening: "Fu Jingyuan, what are you doing?"
Fu Jingyuan stood by the bed, pulled a thin blanket over Rong Xiang's half-naked body, and then gathered his own clothes together and put them on one by one.
"Fu Jingyuan!" Rong Xiang began violently pulling on the strap: "You fucking let go of me!"
Fu Jingyuan dressed and stood silently in front of the bed.
Xiao Xiang, don't hate me. I have to make sure you live a good life.
He thought.
Then, he witnessed for the first time the terrible state of Rongxiang when he had an addiction attack.
He closed his eyes, unable to bear watching. But the screams were relentless, leaving him nowhere to escape. Rongxiang seemed to be struggling to control himself; he lowered his head, biting the corner of the blanket, his short, wet hair plastered to his forehead. After a while, he frantically raised his head, crying out again, unable to hold back his sobs: "Please, Jingyuan." He slammed his head against the bedpost, his body writhing like a fish in boiling oil: "Please, Jingyuan..."
Fu Jingyuan leaned over and braced his hand against the bedpost, but Rongxiang's head continued to slam upwards, repeatedly, causing Fu Jingyuan's hand bones to ache.
Rong Xiang quickly kicked off the blanket himself. Somehow, he managed to free one hand from the tight knot. Instead of running away, he turned and hugged Fu Jingyuan, pressing his cheek against the other's chest. He cried and pleaded, "Jingyuan, please, I need a shot!... Don't do this, I'll go to bed with you, you can do whatever you want, just give me the needle, I'll die like this."
Fu Jingyuan lowered his head and resolutely pushed away the sobbing, steaming body: "No."
Upon hearing those two words, Rong Xiang froze, blankly releasing his grip and staring at the man before him in disbelief.
"You son of a bitch, why don't you just kill me?"
This was the last clear and complete sentence Rong Xiang uttered that night. He then immediately threw the syringe with its metal seal torn off into his mouth. Fu Jingyuan only heard a dull "thud," and when he rushed over and pried open Rong Xiang's jaw, his mouth was already gushing blood.
Fu Jingyuan's mind went blank with anxiety. He hadn't even noticed that Rong Xiang was still clutching the small glass bottle in his hand. What should he do now? Rong Xiang writhed in his arms, his weak screams turning into groans, and his breath grew increasingly faint.
Fu Jingyuan knew he had messed things up. He put Rongxiang down and ran to open the door. Sure enough, Xiao Meng was still standing in the corridor.
"Come here! Give him the injection! Then call the doctor! Hurry!"
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