Chapter 38
Two weeks later.
Rongxiang sat in the restaurant, eating.
Today's lunch was noodles with soybean paste, with an oddly added sandwich and a meat soup. Rongxiang held two chopsticks in his left hand, picked up a few noodles, and rolled them up. Finally, he rolled them into a ball. Afraid that the noodles would suddenly fall apart and ruin his work, he quickly lowered his head and stuffed the ball of noodles into his mouth along the edge of the bowl.
Xiao Zhen sat opposite him, holding the baby. She used a toy dog about the size of a fist to make the baby look towards Rong Xiang, while whispering with a smile, "Call me Daddy, Daddy------Daddy------"
The baby wasn't interested in Rongxiang; he just reached out and tried to grab the toy dog.
Rongxiang didn't seem to care much about the baby, only focusing on shoveling noodles into his mouth. His hair seemed to have grown a bit longer, parted to the side like all fashionable young men, and styled neatly and shiny with hair wax—a popular hairstyle for the season.
Although his right forearm was in a cast and sling around his neck, he was still impeccably dressed. It was hot, so he wore only a thin, light blue shirt with fine white stripes, which made his pale face and handsome features stand out even more. He seemed quite hungry; after wolfing down the bowl of noodles, he glanced nervously towards the door, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and took a bite.
Xiao Zhen had never seen anyone wolf down their food like this before, so she quickly pushed the soup in front of him: "Third Master, eat slowly, or you'll choke."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened and Xiao Meng walked in with a newspaper.
You don't even need to see his face clearly; a quick glance at his clothes is enough to recognize him. He wears a sharp black suit that looks like a uniform, as if he has no other clothes at all. In the summer heat, he takes off his jacket, revealing a white shirt and black trousers, resembling a boy's summer uniform.
Rongxiang reflexively threw down the bread and stood up, not even looking at Xiao Meng, and backed away with his head down. Xiao Zhen, holding the baby, also stood up: "Mr. Meng... Xiao Meng."
Xiao Meng first respectfully addressed Rong Xiang as "Third Master," then, while folding the newspaper in his hand, walked over to Xiao Zhen and looked at the baby. The baby was probably very familiar with him because he saw him every day, so he held the toy dog in his two little hands and presented it to Xiao Meng, opening his mouth wide and making happy noises.
Xiao Meng smiled at the child, who was also very cute, and then asked Xiao Zhen to take the child away.
Once the room had quieted down, he took the newspaper and approached Rongxiang: "Third Master, have you eaten?"
Rongxiang took another step back, still keeping his head down and refusing to look at him.
To his surprise, as soon as he took a step back, Xiao Meng took a step forward, and soon he was pressed straight against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
He was probably terrified; his whole body was tense, his head was slightly lowered, and you could see his thick eyelashes and straight nose.
Ever since Xiao Meng broke his arm, he has been terrified of Xiao Meng as if he were a ghost. He is so afraid of Xiao Meng that he doesn't dare to look up.
The feeling was strange, like a little dog you'd raised since childhood, someone you knew best, suddenly turning into a werewolf on a full moon night and baring its fangs at you. Such a truth was truly hard to accept.
Xiao Meng turned around, neatly placed the newspaper on the table, and then asked Rong Xiang in a low voice, "Third Master, why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking?"
Rongxiang pressed himself against the wall, closing his eyes briefly. The closer Xiao Meng got to him, the more his arm injury throbbed with pain, almost reflexively. Despite this, he dared not act rashly, fearing that he might provoke this madman and cause him further harm.
Since they could break his arm, they could naturally break his legs, or even blind him. Xiao Meng had practiced these things before—he knew Xiao Meng was a talented man, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and even more efficient and ruthless than others at being an executioner.
Xiao Meng glanced at him, her pale face expressionless, and said in her usual calm tone, "Third Master, the cook at home has been replaced. He will come tonight to replace the current one. That White Russian beggar who used to come often these days, the one you like, I've made him the gardener. He's pruning the shrubs in the back garden."
Rongxiang shook his head in alarm, indicating that he had never liked any White Russian beggar.
Xiao Meng asked indifferently, "Third Master, what are you afraid of?"
Rongxiang's body stiffened. He took a deep breath, turned his face away, and refused to look at Xiao Meng.
Xiao Meng showed no sign of stopping the conversation: "Is it because I caused you pain, and you're afraid of pain? But Chief of Staff Yi and Fu Jingyuan have also caused you pain. Fu Jingyuan did even worse things when you were delirious. Why aren't you afraid of them?"
Rongxiang began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Third Master, you've forgotten everything now, just because they're dead. You've forgotten all those things."
As Xiao Meng finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand to straighten Rong Xiang's collar, then turned around and walked to the table, gently pulling the chair out a little: "Third Master, you haven't had your soup yet."
Rongxiang could no longer drink the soup. He pressed himself against the wall and slowly retreated to the corner, his breathing becoming erratic. As a result, Xiao Meng, because he had been waiting for so long, had no choice but to go over and pull him by the left hand, forcibly pulling him to sit down. Then she ladled a small bowl of soup and placed it in front of him, setting out the spoon.
Rongxiang stared at the bowl of soup in front of him, refusing to touch it.
Xiao Meng stood beside him, staring at him silently for a while, then turned and went out. A moment later, she came back in with a large plate. On the plate were several large pieces of cake, baked to a fragrant, golden brown.
He placed the plate on the table: "Third Master, if you don't like soup, have some of this instead."
Rongxiang usually loves eating these desserts, but the thought of Xiao Meng being right beside him made his mouth dry, and he couldn't even swallow his saliva.
After waiting for a long time, under Xiao Meng's gaze, he finally reached out, took a piece of cake, and took a bite.
It was another cake with a filling; you couldn't tell from the outside, but it was filled with whipped cream. He took a bite, and the cream gushed out. Before he could even react, he stuck out his tongue to lick it up. His pink, pointed tongue slid across his snow-white fingers. Xiao Meng watched from the side, unable to contain her anger, yet remaining impassive.
Rongxiang took a bite, licked it twice. The cake was a large piece, and he ate it nervously for a long time without finishing it. Until Xiao Meng suddenly spoke up beside him: "Don't do that."
Rongxiang trembled with fright, slowly turning his head to look at Xiaomeng with a mouthful of cake in his mouth. Xiaomeng stared at the remaining half of the cake in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed: "Third Master, don't lick the dripping cream or any other food with your tongue in the future."
Rongxiang didn't understand. The cream on the cake in his hand slowly dripped down his fingers, staining his shirt cuffs.
Xiao Meng patiently sat down, took the cake from his hand, and explained again, "Third Master, it doesn't look good to lick food with your tongue."
Rongxiang, with a bite of cake in his mouth, stared blankly at Xiaomeng. When he finally came to his senses, his face flushed. Then, for some reason, his eyes welled up with tears. A tear fell onto the table with a soft thud, and he burst into tears.
He swallowed the cake in his mouth while tears streamed down his face. What was there to cry about? But the tears just wouldn't stop. In fact, ever since he quit needles, he had found that his emotions were easily out of control; before he even felt anything, his eyes would already be wet.
He felt in his pocket but didn't have a handkerchief, so he wiped his face with his sleeve. He forgot that half his sleeve was already smeared with cream, and it ended up covering half his face, even his eyes. He quickly rubbed it with the back of his hand, rubbing and rubbing, until his face was a complete mess.
Xiao Meng took out a handkerchief: "Third Master, let me do it."
Rong Xiang held his breath, and since there was no way to avoid it, he simply closed his eyes and let Xiao Meng wipe his face clean.
Xiao Meng's movements remained as gentle and practiced as ever. He wiped Rong Xiang's cheek with his handkerchief, removing the cream and leaving behind a sweet, cloying scent. Looking at the trembling, fearful expression on Rong Xiang's face, he suddenly smiled, feeling that life was finally in his own hands, and a sense of happiness was beginning to emerge.
He put down the handkerchief, leaned over, and pressed his lips to Rongxiang's forehead.
"Third Master..."
He uttered those three words with a sigh, and then, as Rongxiang got up to escape, he grabbed him around the waist and sat him on his lap.
In the afternoon, Rongxiang usually spends half the day in his bedroom.
It was very hot outside, but the room on the shady side remained cool. Beside the bed was a small Western-style table with a gramophone on it. The lower drawer of the table was filled with neatly arranged popular records. He sat cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against the table leg, and listened half-asleep to Zhou Xuan singing "The Four Seasons" on the gramophone.
He loved this song because every time he heard it, it inexplicably reminded him of his hometown. He could sing it too, remembering every single lyric. At this moment, he joined in the melody, singing along with the golden voice from the gramophone. If he could actually produce a sound, he probably would have won over the audience. But now, all he was doing was lip-syncing. Others probably wouldn't find it funny, because he looked rather pitiful.
He has no shortage of food or clothing, and Xiao Meng still takes meticulous care of his daily needs. A broken arm can grow back; being mute doesn't prevent him from eating and sleeping. It seems there's nothing in life he can't overcome, but he can't endure the mental strain.
After he finished singing "The Song of the Four Seasons," he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
Around dusk, someone suddenly came to visit the sick.
The visitor turned out to be Su Banyao.
For reasons unknown, Xiao Meng led him directly to Rongxiang's bedroom, where Rongxiang was curled up on the floor sleeping, with the gramophone still playing softly.
After being woken up by Xiao Meng, he stared blankly at Su Banyao in front of him, thinking he was dreaming. Su Banyao, however, casually plopped down on the ground, first looking around, then nodding, as if very certain, and commented, "Brother Rong, your house is nice. I heard from your steward—" He turned and pointed at Xiao Meng, "It was bought from Du Zhenbang. That old man Du Zhenbang is always very particular about building houses, and he uses the best materials. You got it just in time for the old man to go back to his hometown; you made a good deal."
Rongxiang secretly twisted his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
The maid brought tea, but Xiao Meng didn't do it himself. Instead, he stepped aside and let her take the tea into the room. When the maid saw that both the host and the guest were sitting on the ground, she was quite embarrassed. After thinking for a while, she placed the tray next to Su Banyao and said in a low voice, "Please have some tea, sir."
Su Banyao ignored her and moved closer to Rong Xiang, scanning him up and down as if inspecting a house. Then she sighed, her expression suddenly changing to one of regret and lamentation. "Brother Rong, about your matter, I heard from that young man—" He pointed to Xiao Meng, "He told me. It's truly... a tragedy that you, so young, have suffered such a misfortune."
Rongxiang was confused, wondering what lies Xiaomeng had made up to deceive him.
Su Banyao pulled his left hand over and shook it, then sighed and said, "Brother Rong, don't take it to heart that I, Su, fooled around with you in the car last time. I heard from Lao Min about what happened to you before, and it must have been quite difficult for you. Now you're all alone in Shanghai. So, if you ever need anything in the future, just come to me. I may not have any great abilities, but I can still help with small things."
Rong Xiang was still very confused. He simply couldn't understand what this thug surnamed Su was here for. All he knew was that the thug was kneading his hand so hard it hurt, and his gaze seemed to have a sticky quality, making him very uncomfortable with that smiling stare.
As Su Banyao finished speaking, she moved forward again and sat down next to Rong Xiang. She put her arm around his shoulder and whispered as if to tell him a secret: "Old Min said you're a fun-loving person. Aren't you bored staying at home all day? When you feel a little better, I'll take you out to have some fun. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Rongxiang forced a smile and shook his head to indicate his refusal.
"You're too kind! Brother Rong, you're being too polite with me! I, Su Banyao, am just that kind of person. Since I've taken a liking to you at first sight, I'll treat you as a friend! If you keep being so polite with me, then I'll get annoyed!"
Rongxiang could barely manage a smile.
Fortunately, Su Banyao quickly took her leave. Rong Xiang got up to see her downstairs, but Su Banyao insisted that he not see her off any further, and loudly told him he was being "too polite." Rong Xiang thought about it and didn't insist anymore, turning back to go upstairs.
Su Banyao got into the car, the window was half open, and the summer evening breeze blew in, making his heart itch.
"This kid is really good-looking!" he thought. "It's a pity he's mute—people say beautiful women have short lives, so it seems handsome men are also prone to bad luck—but it's good that he's mute, otherwise this kid would be so foul-mouthed and prone to cursing. Old Min said he was quite powerful back in Fengtian, so he's clearly not a good person. If I want to mess with him, I'll have to be careful. I don't want to try to hunt an eagle and end up getting my eyes pecked out."
After seeing Su Banyao off, Xiao Meng returned to Rong Xiang's bedroom.
Rongxiang changed the record and stood by the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand, probably intending to get into bed for a proper sleep. Seeing Xiaomeng enter, he immediately stopped and, trembling, knelt on the bed with one leg raised.
Xiao Meng walked over indifferently and took off his trousers, then took a sheet from the closet and spread it on the straw mat. After Rong Xiang lay down, she slowly sat down beside him and said softly, "Third Master, how come you're so attractive to men?"
Rongxiang lay on his side, carefully positioning his arm, which was in a cast. Hearing Xiao Meng's words, he simply closed his eyes, trying his best to appear extremely tired.
Xiao Meng stared silently at his face. Although she had seen him since childhood, she could still tell that he was handsome. She remembered that back in Fengtian, he refused to wear a cotton coat in the dead of winter because of his love for beauty. He only wore a thick felt hat and stood on the street chatting with a famous socialite for more than twenty minutes. When he got back to the car, he buried his head in his arms to keep warm.
Thinking of this, Xiao Meng suddenly smiled warmly. He raised his hand to cover Rong Xiang's eyes and then bent down.
His original intention was to smell Rongxiang's cheek, but when his nose touched Rongxiang's skin, the sweet, candy-like scent and Rongxiang's undisguised fear made Xiao Meng change his mind. He changed his angle slightly and then kissed Rongxiang's lips.
In his memory, Fu Jingyuan really enjoyed kissing Rong Xiang on the lips. He had never quite understood what the pleasure was in that, unless it was because of the pungent smell of Rong Xiang that made him want to devour him. But now, however, he seemed to understand why.
Rongxiang's lips were soft, reminiscent of jelly or pudding. Xiaomeng tried to pry open his tightly clenched teeth with the tip of her tongue, but this only elicited a weak wriggling from him. Xiaomeng still covered his eyes; his eyelashes brushed against her palm, tickling her, like a lively living thing.
Xiao Meng raised her head and asked softly, "Why are you unwilling? You've been intimate with many people."
Rong Xiang pursed his lips. He knew he couldn't win against Xiao Meng, so he simply stopped resisting.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Meng removed her hand, and Rong Xiang looked up at the milky-white ceiling and let out a soft sigh.
In that brief moment, Xiao Meng grabbed a down pillow and slammed it down on Rong Xiang's face, completely covering his eyes and nose. Startled, Rong Xiang raised his left hand to pull the pillow away, but Xiao Meng grabbed his wrist and pushed him back onto the bed.
"Xiao Meng!"
He whispered that name. The next second, Xiao Meng kissed him fiercely again.
He immediately understood the purpose behind Xiao Meng's actions.
Xiao Meng's kiss was violent and painful; he completely blocked his mouth, then wantonly tore at his lips and tongue. He would pause for a few seconds now and then, allowing him a moment to gasp for breath. He even seemed to taste a few drops of blood, probably from the bite inflicted by that madman.
This feeling was incredibly painful; he was constantly in a state of semi-suffocation. But Xiao Meng seemed to find enjoyment in it, treating it as a game and continuing endlessly. His face turned blue from the strain, and his body struggled desperately. His head was being pressed down hard by Xiao Meng through the pillow, the back of his head sinking deeply into the soft mattress of the spring bed.
Just when he thought he was going to suffocate, the down pillow covering his head and face was suddenly lifted. His eyes lit up at first, and then, while he was struggling to breathe, he clearly saw Xiao Meng's face.
Xiao Meng stopped the kissing motion, her tongue slowly gliding over Rong Xiang's lips. Then she tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
Rongxiang's eyes were wide open, his gaze unfocused as he stared ahead, his chest heaving with each rapid breath. His lips were also swollen and red, with a few drops of blood at the corners of his mouth.
Xiao Meng rubbed away the faint bloodstain with her finger, then asked in a low voice:
"Third Master, shall we give it a try too?"
Rongxiang stared blankly at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
Xiao Meng smiled, looking as cute as a naive schoolchild. A cold, dry hand reached for Rong Xiang's belt.
Rongxiang looked at Xiaomeng, his eyes filled with sorrow and trembling. He raised his hand to stop Xiaomeng's movement and whispered pleadingly, "Xiaomeng, don't."
"Third Master, I know you're unwilling. But I want to try. I want to know what's going on."
After saying this, he shook off Rongxiang's hand and quickly untied the black leather belt.
He easily suppressed all of Rongxiang's resistance and struggle. Then he took out the belt and tied Rongxiang's legs together. Rongxiang tried to sit up and push Xiao Meng away, but after tying his legs, Xiao Meng forcibly turned his entire body over, forcing him to lie face down on the bed. This action aggravated his injured arm, and he gasped in pain.
Xiao Meng raised his hand and slowly pulled his pants down to his thighs, then lifted his shirt up.
Because he wanted to see Rongxiang's waist.
Her curves from waist to hips were smooth, and her skin was as white and fine as the finest silk. What a wonderful body!
He released Rongxiang, stood by the bed, and began to unbutton his shirt.
Just as he took off his shirt, Rongxiang, who was supposed to be exhausted, suddenly raised his head and rolled onto the floor. Fortunately, the bed was low and there was a carpet on the floor, so despite the fall, he was able to kneel up immediately, pick up the glass on the table, smash it against the bed leg with a crash, and then pinch a shard of glass between his fingers and press it against his carotid artery. He was incredibly quick; it all happened in an instant.
Xiao Meng tilted her head and looked at him, her face gradually darkening as she stared at him with an icy expression: "Third Master?"
He gripped the piece of glass, his whole body trembling. The sharp edge of the glass cut his stiff fingers, but he felt nothing.
The two stood facing off for a long time. Xiao Meng showed no intention of backing down, but she also made no further moves, simply standing straight by the bed, staring at him thoughtfully. Rong Xiang shifted his legs, knowing that the knot Xiao Meng had tied was not one he could easily untie with one hand.
But he only had one hand.
He was so confused by the situation that he actually grabbed the shard of glass and tried to stand up, pushing himself up with one hand. Of course, this was impossible; he didn't get up and instead collapsed to the ground halfway up.
Xiao Meng looked at him, without speaking or moving.
He lay on the ground for a long time, then suddenly sobbed and began to support his upper body with his left elbow, struggling to crawl towards the door.
Climbing was an extremely difficult and almost impossible task for him. His legs were tightly bound together with leather straps. He only had one arm that he could use.
He felt like a wriggling worm, lowly and ugly, someone who could easily crush him.
He held the shard of glass in his hand, half-foolishly, and slowly shuffled toward the door.
Xiao Meng walked over silently, stepped over Rong Xiang on the ground, and went straight to the door handle to open the door.
Rongxiang struggled to lift his head, his eyes brimming with tears as he met Xiaomeng's gaze. But it was only for a fleeting moment, for he was afraid of Xiaomeng; seeing her was like seeing a poisonous snake.
He continued crawling forward, with Xiao Meng standing behind him. Every time he crawled a little further, Xiao Meng would follow behind, like a vengeful ghost, always there.
Rongxiang finally exhausted all his strength. His last move was to slam his fist into the floor, then he twisted and lay crookedly in a corner.
"Why am I not dead?"
He was panting heavily, his breath coming in gasps, and only one thought kept repeating in his mind: "How can I not die like this?"
Xiao Meng had one hand in his pocket, still staring at him. After a few minutes, he squatted down and took Rong Xiang's left hand: "Third Master, let go."
Rongxiang closed his eyes and lowered his head deeply.
Xiao Meng said no more, but instead pried Rong Xiang's fingers apart one by one, and then threw the piece of broken glass he had picked up far away.
Rongxiang's palms were covered in blood, which seeped through his fingers and onto the back of his hands.
"Third Master, shall we come inside?"
Rongxiang slowly raised his head and looked at the room that Xiao Meng was pointing to.
Here, once the door is closed, it instantly transforms into a miniature hell. Dark and utterly devoid of sunlight, it has no connection to the human world.
Rongxiang was afraid of Xiaomeng, but when he was locked in this dark room, he preferred to have Xiaomeng by his side.
Xiao Meng pressed him down onto his side, then pulled his pants down a little further.
"Xiao Meng...no..."
He was still desperately pleading, and in the dark and silent room, even his mumbled whispers were clearly audible.
Xiao Meng was panting heavily, seemingly doing something. After the metal buckle on his belt jingled, he groped around and lifted Rong Xiang's legs, pushing them towards his chest.
This sexual act was extremely difficult to carry out.
Rongxiang cried and refused to cooperate. The inexperienced Xiao Meng then resorted to many presumptuous methods. To facilitate his self-righteous plans, he even tore off his tie and tied Rongxiang's left hand to a hot water pipe in the corner of the room. To be fair, he had no intention of harming him. He simply forced two fingers into Rongxiang's body when he couldn't find a way in, then brutally tore open that vulnerable, private area. Rongxiang gasped in pain, unable to scream, and could only choke back sobs as he twisted his body, futilely trying to escape Xiao Meng's defilement and torture.
Because he was in the dark, Xiao Meng could not see Rong Xiang's miserable state, and he became increasingly reckless in his actions. He did not know that he was slowly stretching Rong Xiang's private parts until they split open; he only felt that his hands were slipping a little, and that his fingers were not so difficult to move in and out.
Before he could even begin, Rongxiang had already fainted from the pain.
This made him get up, untie the tie binding Rongxiang's left hand, and then drag and carry him to the equally dark little bathroom.
He turned on the tap and then shoved Rongxiang's head under the running water.
Provoked, Rongxiang suddenly raised his head and hit the faucet with a thud.
He could only lower his head in bewilderment. The water was icy cold, pounding down on his head before meandering into his collar. He had nowhere to escape, and gasped for breath in terror.
Just then, Xiao Meng quietly wrapped one arm around his waist, while the other hand slipped under his armpit to grab his shoulder, and then thrust his lower body forward suddenly.
Using the lubrication of the blood, he plunged himself fully into Rongxiang's body. Then, in that position, while still holding Rongxiang's waist, he turned the faucet up another turn. The water flowed violently, slamming Rongxiang's forehead against the bottom of the white porcelain pool.
He began to move. Perhaps because it was his first time, he quickly ejaculated inside Rongxiang. But he did not release Rongxiang after that.
He continued to hold Rongxiang's neck down, preventing him from raising his head, while he himself leaned down and began licking, biting, and sucking Rongxiang's waist. Within minutes, his genitals were erect again.
Before inserting, he touched Rongxiang's anus with his hand; it had become sticky and soft, as if the body had been completely opened up.
He bent down and unbuckled the leather belt on Rongxiang's leg, then lifted one of his legs.
This time, he decided to take a methodical approach and have some fun in a calm and peaceful way.
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