Chapter 30
The next day, Fu Jingyuan indeed brought a foreign chef and bought a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. The chef cooked a variety of novel dishes. The two of them enjoyed a feast that evening. After finishing their meal, Fu Jingyuan returned to his room, chewed a piece of spearmint gum, and casually took off his suit jacket and hung it on the mahogany coat rack behind the door.
He was in a good mood, so everything seemed much better than usual. Looking around the bedroom, he saw it was spacious and clean, with a large Western-style brass bed at the very back and rows of new floor-to-ceiling wardrobes along the walls. Beside the window was a small glass table, where Rongxiang sat, drinking water and flipping through the latest issue of "Master" magazine. His head was slightly lowered, revealing thick eyelashes and a straight nose.
He couldn't help but walk over, raise his hand and grasp Rongxiang's nape, first gently stroking it, then using force, trying to slip his hand inside his collar.
Rongxiang was wearing a thick woolen coat, similar in style to a young male student's uniform. The collar was very tight; if you put another hand inside, it would almost suffocate him. He looked up and twisted his upper body violently: "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Jingyuan chuckled as he withdrew his hand, sniffed it, and then suddenly leaned down and whispered in Rong Xiang's ear, "Now I finally know how the police station's guard dogs track clues by scent."
"Um?"
“I recognize your scent. There’s a handkerchief on the sofa downstairs, and I can tell from the smell that it’s the one you left there.”
Rongxiang looked at him, puzzled: "What...do you mean?"
Fu Jingyuan thought to himself that this person really didn't understand romance, so he patiently explained, "Look, my eyes recognize your face; my ears recognize your voice; my nose recognizes your scent—aren't we already very close and have a great understanding of each other?"
Rongxiang closed the magazine and placed it on the glass table, giving him a half-smile and saying, "You... and then what?"
Fu Jingyuan stared at him intently, finally letting out a sigh that was both funny and exasperating: "Didn't you realize I was flirting with you?"
Rongxiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "It sounds very similar to me --- but I'm not quite sure. You're quite unique, with both a wolfhound and a handkerchief."
Fu Jingyuan felt a little embarrassed by what Rong Xiang said, so he got up and walked behind Rong Xiang. He used one hand to lift Rong Xiang's chin and slowly tilted his face upward.
Rong Xiang looked at him compliantly, his heart at peace.
Because there was truly no other hope. The utter defeat and loss of everything seemed like a distant memory, and it didn't stir any emotion within him.
Fu Jingyuan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head to kiss his lips.
Rongxiang's lips were soft, and his tongue tasted like fruit salad. Both of them felt a sense of déjà vu, as if they were only truly familiar and compatible when kissing. Their tongues tentatively touched, and before Rongxiang could realize it, Fu Jingyuan swallowed his chewing gum.
Then the atmosphere suddenly became heated. Fu Jingyuan held Rongxiang's head in his hands, as if he wanted to devour him, kissing him breathlessly and frantically. Rongxiang was pressed down and couldn't breathe, turning his head to try to get away, but Fu Jingyuan moved in front of him, put his hands under his armpits and hugged him, kissing him while pulling him up and pushing him down on the bed.
Rong Xiang lay face up, sinking into the thick, soft bedding. Fu Jingyuan's heavy body pressed down on him, yet it still suffocated him. He felt as if he had turned into cotton, soft and boneless, letting someone knead and caress him. Fu Jingyuan's lips slid across his forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips, all the way down... Only then did he realize that, without him noticing, his outer garment and shirt had been unbuttoned, his chest exposed to the warm air.
Fu Jingyuan felt as if he were dreaming.
He had longed for this scene for so long, and had rehearsed it repeatedly in his dreams, so even though it had now come true, it still retained a touch of fantasy.
His hand caressed Rongxiang's chest, lingering on the left nipple. His lips moved to the right, fiercely sucking on that cherry-red spot.
"It's wonderful," he thought, "the air is filled with the scent of Rongxiang, sweet, like fruit candy and cream pastries."
He thought, "I'll eat you!"
Afterwards, the two lay side by side under the quilt. Fu Jingyuan looked elated, constantly turning his head to look at Rong Xiang, who remained silent with his back to him, seemingly somewhat unhappy.
Fu Jingyuan reached out and turned his shoulder: "What's wrong? Are you tired or in pain?"
Rongxiang frowned helplessly: "We have them all."
"I will definitely be more careful next time."
"next time?"
"yes."
Rong Xiang sneered: "What? You're finding it fun to belittle me?"
Fu Jingyuan snuggled up to him and hugged him tightly: "Of course."
Rongxiang nudged him with his elbow: "You're really shameless."
Fu Jingyuan didn't care at all about being scolded. Instead, he put his leg on Rong Xiang and lay down intimately with his face close to Rong Xiang's: "Hey, I'm so happy just thinking about the two of us being together in the future."
Rongxiang smiled with his eyes closed: "Yes, is that so?"
Where do you like to live?
Rong Xiang kept his eyes closed, and his expression suggested he was thinking. After a long while, he replied, "I don't know. I was born in Harbin and grew up there until I was ten years old when I went to Fengtian. Later, when the Japanese were on good terms with my grandfather, I studied at a military academy in Tokyo for half a year. After that, I came to Xi'an. You see, I haven't actually been anywhere in my life, so I can't say I like any particular place."
Fu Jingyuan rubbed his nose against his cheek: "Oh, your family used to be in Harbin?"
"No. My mother was the old man's mistress, and we lived alone in Harbin. Later, when the Mongol bandits attacked, we fled to Fengtian. She was killed by a stray bullet on the way. I was lucky and met one of the old man's trusted men in Changchun, who managed to rescue me."
Fu Jingyuan hadn't expected that his son had experienced such a difficult childhood: "And then what happened?"
"Later... I went to Fengtian."
"How well do your father's family members treat you?"
Rongxiang turned his head and glanced at him with a hint of surprise, then shook his head as if he found it amusing: "How could it be good! The First Madam was originally a princess from the Mongolian Prince's Mansion, and she was incredibly powerful. Otherwise, my mother and I wouldn't have stayed in Harbin. Fortunately, she died of illness less than two years after I left. As you probably know, I have two brothers. My second brother is a chain smoker and doesn't count, so only my eldest brother and I are left. Now that I think about it, it seems that after I went to Fengtian, I didn't do anything else besides openly and secretly fighting with him."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingyuan couldn't help but laugh: "You're just fighting over the inheritance. I've heard of brothers turning against each other over the death of their elders. But your father was still alive then, so you're making a fuss far too early."
“It’s not just about a few dollars. My eldest brother, instigated by the first wife, hates me to the core. If I’m not careful, he’ll always find a chance to kill me.”
"It can't be that bad...it's like something out of a novel!"
Rongxiang sighed and said softly, "When I was thirteen, I liked a little maid in my sister-in-law's room. She was about the same age as me, but I forgot her name. Then one day, my older brother suddenly gave her to me. Coincidentally, I had heatstroke that day, so I didn't call her in. As a result, that night someone told me that my older brother had done something to this little maid, and that she had a sexually transmitted disease."
At this point, Rongxiang noticed that Fu Jingyuan was looking at him with great interest, and seemed to be listening very attentively, so he continued, "When I heard about it, I immediately found two old women to strip her naked and examine her. The old women examined her and said that she didn't have any syphilis rashes on her body, but her lower body did look like she had a disease. I immediately sent her back and secretly had someone spread the word. As a result, people thought that the disease was given to her by my elder brother, and my elder brother suffered a loss."
Fu Jingyuan's face showed an expression of disbelief: "Then... what about that little girl?"
"After being beaten by his sister-in-law, he went to the woodshed in the middle of the night and hanged himself."
After hearing Rong Xiang's story, Fu Jingyuan felt as if he had swallowed a fly, and it took him a long time to recover. He also had something on his mind, and after much thought, he felt it wouldn't be appropriate to ask, but given their close relationship, it probably wouldn't be wrong to ask.
He wanted to ask: Did you kill your father and brothers?
The words were on the tip of his tongue, and he tried to say them several times, but in the end, he still felt it was a bit frightening and couldn't bring himself to say them.
"Forget it," he thought. "What good would it do to find out the truth about something like this? As long as we can live well together in the future, let's not think about the past anymore."
The two lay silently for five minutes, when Rongxiang suddenly sat up, leaning to one side: "I can't sleep, I'm going to get up and walk around."
Fu Jingyuan was feeling sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and looked at him standing up naked, finding it a bit jarring. "Then I'll lie down for a while longer."
Rongxiang ignored him, took his undergarments and went to the bathroom to rinse off quickly. Then he found a black robe with a "Fu" character pattern in the closet, put it on haphazardly, opened the door and went out.
He saw Xiao Meng at the top of the stairs.
It was hot, and Xiao Meng was only wearing a white shirt, the collar and cuffs neatly buttoned. He was leaning against the armrest, fiddling with something. Hearing someone approach, he immediately straightened up and casually put what he was holding into his trouser pocket.
Rong Xiang slowly walked up to him and stopped.
Xiao Meng remained expressionless for a thousand years, silently raising her hand to fasten the cloth buttons on Rong Xiang's robe.
The button was sewn on like a small bean, and Rongxiang had never been able to fasten it properly.
Rongxiang lowered his eyes, and while he was buttoning his own clothes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pink paper crane.
The paper is the kind of colorful handmade paper commonly used in elementary schools, folded small and delicate. If you pull the crane's tail, its wings will flap.
Rongxiang found this boring, so he stuffed the paper crane back into his pocket.
After fastening his shirt, Xiao Meng stepped aside as usual to make way for Rong Xiang. However, Rong Xiang had no intention of going downstairs. He leaned against the white wall, feeling a slight pain in his lower body.
"He's probably injured." He thought to himself, "I'd better avoid provoking Jingyuan in the future. He seems to be acting like a madman when he does this."
Xiao Meng waited for a while and saw him leaning against the wall in a daze. His face was so white it was almost transparent, and you could almost see the pale blue veins under his skin. His eyebrows and eyes were dark, and his gaze was tired and listless.
"Is Third Master going downstairs?" he asked tentatively.
Rongxiang nodded and, supporting Xiao Meng's outstretched arm, slowly walked down.
He sat down in the living room on the first floor. Xiao Meng poured tea and placed it on the small table in front of him, then quietly stepped aside.
Rongxiang sat alone in an awkward posture, suddenly feeling a little lonely.
"Xiao Meng."
Xiao Meng walked up behind him and leaned slightly forward: "Third Master, what is it?"
Rongxiang patted the person next to him: "Sit down."
Xiao Meng walked around the sofa and sat down next to Rong Xiang.
Dusk had fallen outside the window, and the sun had already set. Inside, only a dim wall lamp was lit. The two sat in silence, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.
When Fu Jingyuan walked in, the scene before him made him feel somewhat unhappy.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. The two people were just sitting side by side, and they weren't even exchanging a word. But the atmosphere in the room was one of unspoken understanding and tranquility, which made him feel like an intruder.
He reached out and switched on the chandelier, trying his best to sound teasing as he asked, "What? Mediting?"
Rongxiang turned and glanced at him, a flash of displeasure crossing his face, before he smiled and said, "You're awake?"
Fu Jingyuan walked behind him, lowered his head, hugged his neck and pressed his cheek against his, and replied, "I can't sleep well when you're not here."
Rongxiang felt incredibly embarrassed by the groping, but since he was now living under someone else's roof, he lacked confidence and could only shake his head with a smile, saying, "Nonsense."
Xiao Meng quietly got up and stood by the coat rack near the door. He knew Fu Jingyuan disliked him, so he was extra careful not to annoy him.
Fu Jingyuan and Rong Xiang were still awkwardly embracing each other: "Sigh, actually just sitting here like this is kind of boring."
Rongxiang felt uncomfortable as Rongxiang's neck was warm from Rongxiang's embrace: "Ah... I'm used to it."
He made a gesture to grab a magazine from the coffee table, using the opportunity to break free from Fu Jingyuan's embrace. Unexpectedly, beneath the magazine was a flat, gleaming silver cigarette case, exquisitely crafted with curved lines engraved on it—an abstract rose. He instinctively put down the magazine and picked up the cigarette case. But then Fu Jingyuan grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"
"Let me see."
"No smoking allowed - I don't like the taste of tobacco."
"I was just looking... Let me go, you round-headed rascal!"
Fu Jingyuan was shocked to hear him describe himself like that: "Am I... like that?"
Rong Xiang ignored him, opened his cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then took a lighter and placed it next to the cigarette, but didn't light it, just kept the same action. After a while, just as Fu Jingyuan was about to warn him again, he heard himself imitate the sound of a lighter being lit, making a soft "click" sound.
Fu Jingyuan said helplessly, "What are you playing at?"
Rongxiang chuckled and placed the unlit cigarette and lighter on the coffee table: "Just entertaining yourself!"
Fu Jingyuan looked out the window and felt that Rongxiang's way of finding amusement was rather lonely and pathetic. But when he thought of other ways to amuse himself, it seemed that nothing was suitable for him to do at the moment.
At this moment, he realized the difference between the two men. If it were just him, reading popular novels, browsing less academic magazines, or listening to Western operas or pop music records would be enough to happily while away half a day in his room. If the weather was nice, going out to play ball or do some exercise would also be quite pleasant.
But what about Rongxiang?
Rongxiang was a typical good-for-nothing playboy. Fu Jingyuan had seen him read before; it was a translated copy of *Modern Times*. He placed the book neatly on the table, reading each word one by one, taking twenty minutes to finish a single page. It was more strenuous than a student writing a thesis to earn a degree. He didn't like music either, and if he went to the movies, it was mostly because the female lead was beautiful. He probably had no interest in idle chatter—he was a man of few words.
His pleasure lay in lingering between theaters and dance halls, which was utterly tasteless and even vulgar.
He cleared his throat and said, "We can play tennis in the open space behind the building by setting up a net. Do you like playing tennis?"
Without a second thought, Rongxiang shook his head: "I don't like it, it's too tiring."
"How about...we go see a movie?"
Rongxiang covered his mouth with his hand and yawned slightly: "Can we put up a cloth in the open space behind the building and show movies again?"
"Go out and take a look."
Rong Xiang paused, then turned to look at Fu Jingyuan: "You're willing to let me out?"
Fu Jingyuan expressed surprise: "I never said I was going to put you under house arrest."
He certainly didn't say such a thing. Rongxiang had the illusion of being under house arrest because he had been bound by morphine and illness, and after the defeat, as a notorious politician, he subconsciously never had the thought of leaving the house.
Five seconds later, Fu Jingyuan was delighted to see Rong Xiang express his delighted agreement with his suggestion.
The Fu family's driver honked the car horn repeatedly. It was a summer evening, and the streets were quite crowded. The car drove slowly, and Rongxiang looked out the window with great interest.
Fu Jingyuan was also looking outside, but he felt uneasy and apprehensive. He had suggested going to the movies to please Rong Xiang. Now that they were actually outside, he began to worry: what if they ran into someone they knew?
Everyone knows that Rong Xiang killed Fu Yangshan, yet now his brother's killer is living a comfortable life, and the two of them are even seen going out to the movies late at night. If people found out, who knows what rumors would spread.
But... Fu Jingyuan glanced at Rong Xiang and saw him staring intently out the window, a soft, innocent smile playing on his lips.
To Fu Jingyuan's slight relief, it was already getting dark when the car finally arrived at the movie theater. The driver ran off for a while before returning with two tickets, panting as he said, "Second Master, thank goodness we called the theater beforehand to reserve the tickets. It's a new movie today, and not only are the private boxes sold out, but even the third-class seats are all gone."
Fu Jingyuan took the ticket and glanced at it. He couldn't help but smile and hand it to Rong Xiang. Rong Xiang looked at it, not thinking anything of it at first, but then he realized what was going on and smiled too: "What a coincidence."
The film turned out to be "The Gold Rush," starring Charlie Chaplin. And when the two first met at the cinema, they were also watching Chaplin's latest film.
The driver opened the car door, and Rong Xiang got out first. Fu Jingyuan had one leg on the ground and had just poked his head out when he suddenly heard a very loud greeting from his left: "Oh! Mr. Fu!"
This was exactly what he was afraid of, and the newcomer's loud voice startled him so much that he plopped back down. Rong Xiang took a step back and curiously looked up at the newcomer. The man was as imposing as his voice suggested, extremely robust. His large, square face was sharply defined, though his features were rather ordinary. Overall, he was imposing, but far from handsome.
At this moment, Fu Jingyuan also got out of the car. Facing the square-faced man, he nodded vaguely and smiled, "Ah, Mr. Cui, what a coincidence that you're here to watch a movie too."
Mr. Cui pulled a square-faced girl, who was a size smaller than him, out from behind him: "My younger sister insisted on coming, but she had no one to accompany her, so I had to come with her." The square-faced girl seemed a little dissatisfied upon hearing this, and she broke free from his hand and hid behind him again.
Fu Jingyuan smiled and was about to leave when Mr. Cui asked loudly, "What's your seat number?"
Fu Jingyuan had a vague sense of foreboding. He turned around and took the ticket from Rong Xiang's hand to look at it: "It's... VIP seats nineteen and twenty."
"Ah! We're right next to each other! Mine is seventeen or eighteen... Oh, so Mr. Fu, you're not alone. This gentleman is..."
"Uh... a friend of mine."
Mr. Cui strode over and extended his hand: "Hello, hello. So you're Mr. Fu's friend. My apologies for my rudeness. My name is Cui Dongsheng."
Fu Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that his name was Cui Dongsheng, but he couldn't remember it at all.
Rongxiang hesitated before shaking his hand: "Rongxiang."
Cui Dongsheng laughed heartily, "So it's Mr. Rong... I feel like I've heard of him somewhere before... Ah! Aren't you that..."
Fu Jingyuan was about to explode. He stepped forward and separated the two: "The movie is about to start, we'd better go in right away." As he spoke, he gave Rong Xiang a push, and Cui Dongsheng turned around to greet his sister.
Fu Rong and his companion left the movie early, before it was over. The reason was that Cui Dongsheng kept murmuring praises of his square-faced girlfriend in Fu Jingyuan's ear. Fu Jingyuan couldn't keep up the conversation any longer and made an excuse to leave hastily.
In the car, Rongxiang said with a smile, "The guy surnamed Cui wants to introduce his sister to you."
Fu Jingyuan took out a handkerchief and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead: "He is the nephew of the new provincial governor, nicknamed Cui the Fool. After arriving in Xi'an, he started promoting his sister, and she still hasn't gotten married."
Rong Xiang chuckled softly. Fu Jingyuan didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw him laughing nonstop and bending over with his stomach in his hands, he was both annoyed and amused. He pulled Rong Xiang over and rubbed his stomach until his clothes were disheveled and his belt came undone.
A month passed, and the two fell in love. Fu Jingyuan's joy was almost indescribable. He ignored the business Fu Yangshan had left him, spending his days lingering at the garden mansion. Cui Dongsheng called his home several times, wanting to invite him for tea with his sister, but he could never reach him.
Rongxiang recovered quickly. Every few days, he would have someone bring his son to see him. The child still didn't have a name, so everyone just called him Baby. The baby was big and chubby, and whenever Fu Jingyuan held him, he would immediately and silently urinate.
That day, the two sat in the living room on the first floor, eating jelly pudding with forks while watching a bird build its nest in a tree outside. The atmosphere was peaceful, and their hearts were at peace. Fu Jingyuan suddenly spoke up: "Let's leave in a few days!"
Rongxiang glanced at him quietly: "Be more specific."
Fu Jingyuan grabbed one of his hands and held it: "I have a classmate who came back from Europe with me and works in Shanghai. I've already asked him to find us a place, the money has been wired over, and it's already rented. It's in the French Concession, and the environment is very nice. The two of us can go there. I've lived alone for so long, I can do all the housework, so you can rest assured."
He took a sip of water and continued to describe his wonderful plan: "The baby is too young, so don't bring him yet. If you miss him, you can pick him up whenever you want. We'll stay here for now, and if you don't like the climate there, we can go abroad."
Rongxiang lowered his eyes and quickly licked his lips: "What about Xiao Meng?"
"Him... he can continue to live here, and we'll give him some more money. If he's willing, I can get him a job in the government. What do you think?"
He waited for a while, and seeing Rongxiang just staring blankly with his head down, he squeezed his hand impatiently: "Say something! I know you've been with him for a long time and it's hard to part. But you'll get used to it after a while. Do you think you can let him serve you forever? Besides, people strive for better things. Xiao Meng is all grown up; there's no reason for him to be a servant forever. If he knew my plans, he'd probably be happy! Who wouldn't want a decent life!"
Rong Xiang remained silent at first, but upon hearing the latter part, he suddenly raised his head as if annoyed: "Don't I know my own dog? What do you know!"
Fu Jingyuan suppressed his temper and continued to persuade him in a gentler tone: "But I know human nature. Human nature is to seek advantage and avoid harm. Everyone wants to live a free and prosperous life, and everyone wants to be respected. But look at Xiao Meng now, does he have freedom? Is he respected? Don't you think he's very strange?"
He was patiently reasoning with Rongxiang, but at the same time, he was also a little impatient, because the reasoning was so simple that there was really no need to explain it. Unexpectedly, Rongxiang, upon hearing his words, stood up angrily: "He's mine—I can do whatever I want with him—he's mine, his life and his body!"
Fu Jingyuan still had a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, but that's not what we're discussing. What I want to talk about is Xiao Meng—as far as he's concerned, he should be willing to leave you. Since he's willing, why are you so reluctant to let go?"
Upon hearing this, Rongxiang reacted like an animal whose tail had been stepped on: "He doesn't want to!" His eyes reddened with anger: "He doesn't want to! Even if you all leave me, he won't leave—what makes you think he does want to?"
Fu Jingyuan felt a surge of anger rising within him, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He sneered, "Fine, then call him here and ask him if he'd rather be a slave for life or a respectable person!" Without waiting for Rong Xiang to speak, he strode to the door, opened it, and shouted, "Xiao Meng!!"
Ten seconds later, Xiao Meng nimbly ran to the door: "Mr. Fu, what is it?"
The room fell silent. Xiao Meng looked up indifferently into the room and saw Rong Xiang staring at her through gritted teeth, while Fu Jingyuan's face was flushed as he glared hatefully at Rong Xiang.
He lowered his head and waited.
Finally, Fu Jingyuan couldn't help but speak first: "Xiao Meng, you're free now. I'll find you a place to live and give you some money. Please leave here. If you have any other conditions, please state them as well!"
After speaking, he waited for Xiao Meng to respond. He felt that a normal person would not have any objections, so he was 98% confident of winning. However, once Xiao Meng left, it would probably take a long time to coax Rong Xiang back.
However, Xiao Meng did not answer. He walked straight to Rong Xiang and knelt at his feet: "Third Master."
Rongxiang looked down at him, remaining silent.
Fu Jingyuan thought that this was probably a farewell—or perhaps it was to verify the truth of his words with Rong Xiang.
However, the next second, Xiao Meng suddenly got up, picked up the fork from the jelly plate on the coffee table, and slashed it down his neck. He moved so fast that when Rong Xiang reached out to grab the fork, the fork tines pierced his palm.
Fu Jingyuan stared wide-eyed, stunned. The sudden turn of events left him momentarily at a loss. Only when he saw Rong Xiang grit his teeth and pull back his hand did he realize that a fine-toothed fork had pierced his palm, yet no blood had flowed out.
Based on his limited medical knowledge, he shouted, "Don't pull it out!"
However, Rong Xiang seemed to ignore him, pulled the fork out, and then viciously slashed it at Xiao Meng's face: "Bastard! Did I say you were going to die?... You son of a bitch... You motherfucker... I'll kill you first..."
The fork was sharp enough to pierce even the palm of a hand, and now he had carelessly used it to slash Xiao Meng's face, drawing blood immediately. Xiao Meng, however, knelt there, refusing to move. Seeing the situation was turning against him, Fu Jingyuan rushed forward, grabbed Rong Xiang's wrist, snatched the fork away, and threw it far off, shouting at Xiao Meng, "Go get a doctor right now... are you out of your mind?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Rong Xiang suddenly kicked Xiao Meng in the head. Fu Jingyuan quickly released Rong Xiang to pull Xiao Meng away, but as soon as he let go, Rong Xiang swiftly grabbed Xiao Meng by the collar, dragged him to a corner, and then slammed his head against the wall. Xiao Meng's face was already covered in blood, and after being slammed several times, the blood smeared onto the wall, leaving long streaks.
Seeing Rong Xiang's crazed state, Fu Jingyuan was somewhat intimidated. He quietly walked behind him, seized the opportunity, grabbed his waist and pulled him back. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an old woman timidly peeking out the door, and hurriedly shouted, "Aunt Yu... take Xiao Meng out... hurry!"
Aunt Yu knew she was in trouble. Finding herself with nowhere to retreat, she had no choice but to brace herself and walk in. Seeing a man lying by the wall, looking like a blood-soaked gourd, she was startled again. Not daring to touch him, she stammered, tugging at his sleeve, "Xiao Meng, hurry, Second Master told me to take you out..."
You are not allowed to go anywhere!
Rongxiang struggled fiercely while shouting to stop him. Sure enough, Xiao Meng knelt down, swaying, and refused to move no matter how much Yu Ma pulled him.
Fu Jingyuan also became anxious, forcefully pulling Rongxiang in his arms and shouting, "What kind of talk is this! Didn't you see you almost beat him to death?"
Rongxiang suddenly burst into tears: "I'm going to kill him... I can't keep him alive no matter what... He'll die by my hand..." He choked up even more as he said this.
Fu Jingyuan was surprised that he would cry so suddenly, and cry so bitterly and miserably. He not only let go of his hand with pity, but also turned to instruct, "Aunt Yu, quickly call a doctor."
Aunt Yu accepted the order and left. Fu Jingyuan settled Rong Xiang on the sofa and saw blood gushing from the wound on his hand. He seemed oblivious to the pain, just silently sobbing with his head down. Tears streamed down his cheeks, making his face red and wet.
Looking back at Xiao Meng, he was still kneeling there, seemingly oblivious to the pain. His face was covered in blood, making the wounds unrecognizable.
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