Chapter 3
As arranged by Mr. Yi, Rongxiang began to stay in bed at home due to his illness.
The Rong residence was in complete chaos. Master Rong had just passed away, and now the eldest son of the Rong family was dead—shot on the street, presumably by Japanese spies, as Master Rong had always refused to cooperate with the Japanese. This was already a tragedy, but the climax came suddenly—the second young master of the Rong family discovered his wife's affair, shot her in a fit of rage, and then took his own life. The adulterer was a chauffeur for the Rong family; after the affair was exposed, he disappeared without a trace. This was a rather unpleasant affair. The Feng family, though resentful of the loss of their daughter, couldn't very well cause trouble at the Rong residence. Within days, almost all the masters of the Rong household were dead. Rong Xiang saw his opportunity and quietly got out of bed. Although he initially appeared weary, he quickly recovered his composure as the days passed.
Shortly after the funeral, Rongxiang questioned Yi Zhongming: "Why did you kill Feng Huizhen?"
Yi Zhongming smiled and said, "She knows all the tricks you play behind people's backs. You two can never be together openly. Over time, she will hate you. That will be dangerous."
Rongxiang was speechless.
Only a few members of the Rong family remained, living in the empty house where the bloodshed had taken place, and everyone felt a sense of unease. A month later, the entire Rong family moved to a four-story building in the north of the city. The building was Russian-style, with a magnificent exterior, and Rong Xiang, it is said, was very satisfied with it.
However, Rongxiang has not yet paid the price he promised for today's victory.
Neither he nor Yi Zhongming brought it up. They just dragged on in this ambiguous state, enduring it moment by moment. Finally, one day, Yi Zhongming spoke up. When he made that request, Rong Xiang acted nonchalant. However, once they were in bed, he began to tremble uncontrollably. When Yi Zhongming undressed him, he could clearly feel him shaking.
"Are you scared?" Yi Zhongming asked him.
"A little... but it's okay." Rong Xiang frowned slightly, his face flushing red and then pale, whether from embarrassment or nervousness was unclear. But then, he closed his eyes, adopting a look of resignation.
Neither of them had experience, so the sexual encounter turned into torture. Afterwards, Yi Zhongming found it utterly uninteresting. Rong Xiang lay on the bed, blood streaming down his legs. Yi Zhongming took a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, intending to wipe it, but the moment he touched him, Rong Xiang flinched and let out a very low whimper. Thinking he was crying, Yi Zhongming went over to look at his face. He saw that Rong Xiang's short hair was soaked with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead. His face was pale, and his sharply defined lips had lost all color.
How pitiful! Yi Zhongming thought calmly. He placed his hand on the back of Rongxiang's neck, then slowly stroked down his spine, from high to low and back again, a beautiful curve. He had never seen such skin on a grown man—it reminded him of the finest silk.
Much later, when Rongxiang recalled that painful day, he only felt a vague absurdity, as if it happened in a past life. Of course, by then his life had undergone a complete transformation, but that's another story.
At this moment, Yi Zhongming, dressed, leaned down like a gentleman and kissed Rong Xiang's cheek, saying softly, "You should rest well. Should I let Xiao Meng in?"
Rongxiang turned his head with difficulty so that he could see him: "Let him in." In this sexual intercourse, he was the victim, so he had reason to answer in a rather cold and stern tone.
Yi Zhongming didn't say anything, and with his usual sorrowful smile, he walked out. He knew that Rong Xiang was staring at his back, and he also knew that Rong Xiang didn't actually hold a grudge against him because of what had just happened. That was Rong Xiang's good point; he was very resigned to his fate and wouldn't complain about any outcome he could foresee, no matter how bad it might be.
Xiao Meng quietly walked in. He was a twenty-year-old young man with a baby face, so he still looked somewhat like a child. He glanced at Rong Xiang lying on the bed, but didn't show any surprise. He went straight to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and turned on the hot water. The sound of running water filled the air. He rolled up his sleeves, walked back to the bed, and picked Rong Xiang up by the waist. He was surprisingly strong.
Sitting in the bathtub, Rongxiang initially gritted his teeth in pain; the hot water soaking his wound was driving him mad. Then, suddenly realizing he was alone, he abruptly covered his mouth with his hand, lowered his head, and began to sob. He cried without warning, so Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment, then fell silent again. He knew in his heart that Rongxiang had never been shy or reserved in front of him, but this behavior wasn't motivated by intimacy or trust, but rather because… because Rongxiang didn't see him as a human being at all.
He was bought to serve Rongxiang when he was eight years old and served Rongxiang for twelve years. His original nature had long been worn away and was no longer visible. The meaning of his existence seemed to be to be Rongxiang's hands and feet. He could understand every look in Rongxiang's eyes. Rongxiang would say one thing to him all day long, and the two of them had already reached a tacit understanding, understanding each other without being told.
Those around Rong Xiang in the Rong residence couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong with him, but they always felt he was cold and unpredictable, so they didn't dare to flatter or fawn over him. As a result, Xiao Meng was also neglected. He had no relatives, no friends, no colleagues; in this world, he had only one identity: Rong Xiang's Xiao Meng.
What's his name? Nothing. He doesn't have a name, he's just called Xiao Meng.
After a painful shower, Rongxiang's face turned completely white. He struggled back to his room; Xiao Meng had just quickly changed the sheets. He thought he should apply some medicine there, but then he reasoned that the pain had finally subsided somewhat, so why touch it again? He decided to just get some sleep and deal with it when he woke up. With that thought, he pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.
Xiao Meng sat upright on the chair by the door for two hours, then stood up and moved around silently for a while.
Rongxiang had planned to sleep in until he naturally woke up. But in the evening, he was gently shaken awake by Xiao Meng: "Young Master, the Japanese are here."
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