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"Woof!" The puppy barked again just in time, as if reminding Xie Yong that it wanted its treats.
Xie Yong turned his head and saw that the puppy's drool had formed a puddle on the ground. If it could talk, it would be both aggrieved and angry, wondering why its owner wouldn't feed it.
I couldn't resist taking the shark bone and handing it to the puppy, saying, "Here, eat."
The puppy barked excitedly at me again, then lowered its head to eat its snacks. Xie Yong stroked its head and smiled, "Look at it, it listens to you so well, it already considers you its mother."
"And you, Xiao Fu, are you willing?" Xie Yong suddenly asked me.
My gaze met a pair of deep, sharp eyes.
Xie Yong never hid his arrogance and confidence, as if my agreement to him was a matter of course. I lowered my eyelashes and turned to look at the puppy.
I knew exactly what he was going to say next, but I still didn't want to speak. I wanted to keep the initiative in my own hands.
After the puppy finished its snack, it raised its furry paws and placed them on my knee. I smiled and decided to just play with the puppy. I took its leash, and it immediately understood and ran forward. I followed behind.
Xie Yong got up and walked beside me, no longer mentioning what had just happened.
We walked the dog together, and the Samoyed ran around excitedly, wagging its tail vigorously. Clearly, this cute and lively little dog wasn't satisfied with playing here. It only walked around the nearby yard once before turning back to tug at Xie Yong's pants, barking "woof woof woof".
"It wants to go play in the park. Would you like to come along?" Xie Yong extended an invitation.
I nodded, and Xie Yong went to get the car, leaving me and the dog to wait for him by the roadside. A little while later, the lights of a black G-Class came on in the distance, and the dog skillfully ran to the tailgate. He used voice control to open the tailgate and let the dog jump in.
When the lock is engaged, it even makes the distinctive sound of a bullet being chambered.
I hesitated for a moment, then opened the passenger door.
As soon as I sat down, Xie Yong reached out and fastened my seatbelt.
The action caught me completely off guard. His striking face suddenly came close, with a narrow, high nose bridge and sharp, beautiful facial contours. His signature pale white skin was mesmerizing. His large hand moved from the seatbelt to my face.
“Xie Yong…” I called his name softly.
But he didn't give me a chance to continue. Instead, he pressed his hand on my shoulder. His arrogant and composed demeanor, combined with his unrestrained and bold actions under Qingyu's control, created an extremely acrid feeling.
The face suddenly loomed larger, and I could even see the very faint beauty mark under his eye.
"Mmm..." I subconsciously leaned back, my back pressed against the seat, but Xie Yong had already leaned in and kissed my lips. Then he held my waist with his hands. Whenever I struggled slightly, he would bite my lips and become even more engrossed.
Not only that, Xie Yong's kissing skills had improved. Perhaps because he had recalled everything, he firmly controlled the rhythm between us.
The penis tugged at my penis, and I had nowhere to hide. From my breath to my whole being, I was completely under his control.
I pushed his hand away, but seeing that I couldn't resist, I could only futilely grab his arm.
The man's arm muscles were clearly defined, and his watch was cold. When he sensed my touch, his muscles bulged slightly, making him appear even more powerful.
"Woof, woof!" The puppy suddenly started barking, and I opened my eyes abruptly.
I looked behind me.
The puppy had no idea what we were doing. Its eyes were round and big, and it even tilted its head and barked several more times.
I blushed slightly, but Xie Yong didn't seem to care at all.
He raised his finger and gestured "quiet" to the Samoyed, and the puppy immediately sat down, sticking out its tongue and looking at us.
Xie Yong hooked his arm around my waist, making me look at him more closely.
He gently kissed my fingertips, the intimate warmth even tinging them with a faint pink.
"No..." I turned my head away, "I don't want to be with you like we used to steal each other's time anymore."
The hand around my waist suddenly tightened, and thin lips landed on my cheek. "There was no cheating. We can be together openly and honestly, Xiao Fu."
I remained silent, but Xie Yong gritted his teeth and said, "You're not married."
"It's different." My tone was somewhat pleading. I bit my lip, trying to gather my thoughts, and soon my eyes filled with tears, making me look especially vulnerable.
The man lifted his long eyelashes, raised an eyebrow, and stared at my face. "Don't you want to be with me, Xiao Fu? I don't want to be your tool for your physical needs. I want to be your legitimate boyfriend."
I didn't look him in the eye, and said in a low voice, "He made the same request as you last night: that I marry him."
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“I have no way to resist Jiang Zhao,” I said.
I've become increasingly adept at lying.
From initially speaking with some trepidation and stuttering, to now fabricating a non-existent fact to arouse suspicion among men, it seems as if it were innate.
My eyes welled up with tears, a hazy mist rising within them. My eyelashes trembled. "Xie Yong, I... I have many secrets I haven't told you. Actually, I used to date Jiang Zhao."
Xie Yong raised his eyes but remained silent.
I lowered my eyes and told him about my past, half-truthfully and half-jokingly.
My mother had an accident while working for the Jiang family, and I was desperate, so I had no choice but to ask Jiang Zhao for help and became his girlfriend.
I spoke very slowly, which made Jiang Zhao's already cold and arrogant image even worse.
As I spoke, my gaze fell on Xie Yong's face, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Xie Yong was always very composed, just like his father. He had excellent emotional control, and no matter what happened, you could not see any fluctuation in his emotions on his face. He was a born politician.
Would a calm and thoughtful man like him really go against the heir to a conglomerate for a woman he only has a slight crush on?
Xie Yong kept his eyes fixed on me, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. A few seconds later, he kissed me again.
“You…” He wiped away my tears with his hand.
His thin lips pressed against mine. "I want to kiss you," he said, his voice deepening.
...Was it successful?
I tilted my head back slightly, and Xie Yong still held my neck, making me tremble a few times from the kiss.
The puppy got impatient and kept barking at us, so Xie Yong let go of me and drove the car to Central Park.
The puppy played freely in the snow, while Xie Yong and I followed silently behind it. After a while, the puppy came over and rubbed against me, with a twig it had dug out of the snow in its mouth.
Knowing it wanted to play a game, I picked up a branch and threw it far away. The puppy immediately understood, wagged its tail, and ran off.
I have to say, these men, aside from satisfying my frequent physical needs, are not as cute as puppies.
Xie Yong stood to the side the whole time. He raised his phone, seemingly taking a picture of me playing with the puppy, a faint smile appearing on his thin lips.
There were other people in the park who, seeing Xie Yong's tall and handsome figure and the air of someone who clearly belonged to a wealthy and noble family, secretly took out their phones to take pictures of him.
As evening approached, I grew a little tired, while the little dog panted behind me.
Xie Yong glanced back at it. The Samoyed, which was originally clean and beautiful like a little angel, was covered in dust after playing in the snow all day. Yet it still smiled so cutely that no one could be harsh on it.
“It’s hungry, let’s take it back,” I said to Xie Yong.
Xie Yong looked at me silently and coldly: "You want me to leave?"
"I'm worried about the puppy," I said weakly, kissing him on the cheek. "How about this, is that okay?"
Xie Yong raised his hand to touch the spot I had kissed. I raised my hand and poked his slightly furrowed brow. "Boyfriend, let's take the dog home first, okay? Don't be childish."
He seemed a little surprised by my coquettish behavior. After a long while, he slowly realized what was happening and gently smiled at me, saying, "I've been quite busy these past few days, so stay home and wait for me."
"Hmm." I nodded as well. The standoff between Xie Yong and Jiang Zhao would buy me more time to escape. I didn't care about the promises I made to men. Anyway, I lied to everyone, so Xie Yong wouldn't make a difference.
Only after my insistence did Xie Yong park the car at the subway entrance.
I only took out my phone after the car had completely disappeared from sight. Lin Jindong had sent me a few messages, inviting me to dinner that night. I thought about it and told him that I wasn't feeling well, that I was vomiting badly, and that I was just about to go home from the hospital.
Lin Jindong was waiting for me downstairs at the apartment.
He stood beside the dark gray Range Rover, his features handsome and refined. A cigarette dangled from his fingertips, his head bowed with an air of elegance, exuding an aura of sophistication. Unlike other men after work, Lin Jindong showed no signs of fatigue; instead, he appeared even more handsome and charming.
The man had thin eyelids, which gave him a sharp, roguish look despite his otherwise respectable appearance. He was also imposing and tall, and almost every resident passing by would stop to stare at him.
The evening breeze was a bit strong, lifting the hem of his coat.
Lin Jindong took out his phone from his pocket, but before he could make a call, I had already walked up to him.
"What are you doing here? How long have you been waiting?" I asked gently, as if I had no reservations about him at all.
"..." Lin Jindong's gaze swept over me habitually. "Where did you go?"
"I just got back from the hospital and bought dinner on the way." I mentioned the vegetable salad. "Lately, I seem to be particularly sensitive to smells and feel nauseous whenever I eat something, and I always throw up. I wanted to try this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jindong's expression changed slightly, and I noticed the change in his eyes.
He lifted his eyes, gave me a sharp look, and as if he had noticed something, he smiled.
Lin Jindong: "Has Ye Fenglin contacted you these past few days?"
I shook my head: "...That day, he knew about my relationship with Xie Yong and had already blocked me."
Lin Jindong's lips curled into a faint sneer. "I expected this. What about Xie Yong? Doesn't he intend to take responsibility for you?"
He clearly didn't believe my story. A calm and wise man like Lin Jindong, who had handled countless unsolved cases and mysteries in the Empire State, was no match for my lies.
"And you," I countered, "when you said you'd take responsibility for me yesterday, did you mean you'd marry me? Or are you just going to treat me like your mistress, have me live outside, and only come to see me when you feel like it?"
The shadow of being an "illegitimate child" in his childhood made it impossible for Lin Jindong to answer my questions.
He both longed for and loathed family, and was even less willing to enter into marriage too early.
After all, half of Lin Jindong's blood comes from that cheating, philandering man—cold-hearted, emotionally deficient, and morally bankrupt…
Even he himself couldn't guarantee whether he could be responsible for a complete family.
“Today… I went to the hospital, and the doctor asked me about the child’s father.” I slowly lowered my head. “I didn’t want him, but I remembered you saying you would take care of him, and for some reason, I told the doctor that the child’s father was very busy with work.”
Lin Jindong listened to my words without any expression; his narrow eyes were cold and sharp.
"I never knew who my father was when I was little. I lived with my mother, but she later married another man and abandoned me." Now I understand the importance of speaking half-truths and showing weakness to these men.
I paused, pursed my lips, hesitated for a moment, and said to him, "If we're not getting married, I don't need you to take responsibility for me or my child."
Lin Jindong's eyes grew increasingly cold, filled with chilling disdain: "Marriage?"
"Don't you know that's the kind of woman I am?" I raised my head slightly, provoking him. "My goal is to marry a rich man. You don't want to marry me, you just want to take responsibility for me? How do I know when you'll get tired of me?"
Lin Jindong laughed again, as if his sore spot had been touched. He didn't speak, but I understood the meaning behind his laughter.
He stared intently at me, his chilling and sharp gaze sending shivers down my spine.
Finally, Lin Jindong's lips curled into a disdainful smile.
"You only see me as a casual sex partner. Do you really want me to take responsibility for you?" Lin Jindong said coldly.
He turned his head, his shiny black leather shoes stepping on the snow on the ground. He opened the car door and drove away right in front of me.
I actually felt relieved; it seemed he wouldn't be coming to see me again anytime soon.
He had already seen through my lie about "going to the hospital" and patiently waited for me to tell him the real reason. But I was aggressive, and every word I said hit his sore spot. He needed a pure and innocent girl who could rely on him, not someone like me who was full of lies and unwilling to tell him the truth.
These past few days, no one has contacted me. These men seem to be stuck in some kind of stalemate.
I sold all the luxury items in my home and had the secondhand store clerk hand them over to me in cash.
Early in the morning, I went to school to complete the leave of absence procedures. The reason I gave was my recent medical record at the hospital. I concealed the fact that I could speak and used sign language to explain to the teacher.
A hint of sympathy appeared on her face. Without asking any further questions, she readily processed my leave of absence. My chest heaved violently; I was getting closer and closer to gaining my freedom.
Even if she and Jiang Mingzhuo are still in contact, I plan to take the train tonight to leave the Empire State first, and then take a long-distance bus to California after arriving in the nearby federal capital. He won't be able to find me then.
As I walked out of the teaching building, I suddenly remembered that I still had some things in the art studio.
I hesitated whether to go over, but then I suddenly remembered something. After hesitating for a while in the corridor, I silently walked towards the studio at the end.
The final exams were long over, and the students had all gone home. The art studio was unusually quiet, with only empty easels.
Actually, I've always felt like a useless person, someone who can only rely on others for the rest of my life.
No matter what I do, it seems like I haven't done anything, and there's nothing that can showcase my abilities and talents.
Jiang Mingzhuo once said that I didn't need to know anything, and I didn't need to bother learning anything, because all I needed to do was marry him, and he would protect me and take good care of me, as long as I obediently listened to him.
I don't need to learn anything, nor do I need to consider those social circles that give me headaches. I just need to become Jiang Mingzhuo's possession and live obediently under his wing.
Under Jiang Mingzhuo's forceful persuasion or coaxing, I reluctantly gave up many things.
I remained safely in the cage he had prepared for me, and even my supposed escape was still under his control.
The paintings I created at school always disappeared without a trace. Other students' works were bought by galleries or people in the art world, but my paintings were ignored.
Do I really have no talent? I often think about this painfully.
Without realizing it, I picked up a paintbrush, my fingers trembling. Facing the blank canvas, gradually, the colors filled the entire canvas. In the light blue sky, a light-colored bird was slowly spreading its wings. Beneath it was a beautiful but thorny rose garden, like a cage.
In the evening, I got out of the taxi with my suitcase, glanced around warily, and then carefully pulled my hat down. @Unlimited great articles, all at Literary City
Before me stood the Empire State's busiest central station, a beautiful classical European building. The station's exterior featured enormous arched windows and tall columns, and it was packed with people from the street to the station entrance.
No one noticed me, dressed in a dark coat and hurrying along.
At the security checkpoint, police from several states are conducting random checks.
They opened the passengers' suitcases and used handheld detectors and blue light flashlights to check the items inside. I carried my suitcase, keeping my head down and trying to appear natural and calm.
In my suitcase, besides a large sum of cash, there were also some jewelry and precious stones that I hadn't yet sold. If they were found during the inspection, these busybodies would definitely report it, and then I wouldn't be able to escape.
Perhaps seeing me as just a helpless little girl, they waved to me, and I smiled politely, pulling my suitcase into the station.
In the very center of the hall, atop the circular information desk is a very special four-sided clock with an arc shape, which can be seen from any direction in the station to keep the most accurate time.
The station is decorated with milky marble everywhere, radiating a soft glow, while the ceiling is deep blue with various constellation patterns, as if adorned with stars. Olive-shaped crystal chandeliers hang in the long corridors on both sides of the atrium.
Perhaps it was this museum-like environment that gave me some comfort, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
There are still three hours until the train arrives at the station.
I pulled my suitcase and headed to the restroom. When I came out, I faced the mirror. My hair was wet, and suddenly the mirror reflected a face that was completely expressionless—handsome, yet chilling.
"…!" I turned around in fright, thinking I was hallucinating.
Ye Fenglin's gaze was deep. "Xiao Fu, where are you going?"
My pupils trembled, and I instinctively wanted to leave. Ye Fenglin suddenly strolled towards me. With each step he took closer, I had to take a step back until I touched the cold countertop and realized that my back was already pressed against it.
There was no way to retreat.
"Why aren't you answering my question? Is it because you're planning to run away?" Ye Fenglin curled his lips, his eyes swirling with anger. He was very restrained, and even smiled at me again. "I've been waiting for you to come to me and explain that it was Brother Yong who broke you. If you just say one word to me, I will absolutely not pursue the matter between you two."
Seeing that I wouldn't speak, he suddenly walked over and lifted my chin, "Are you mute? Speak!"
I saw his chest heaving violently beneath his thin sweater, his handsome face half in light and half in shadow, his eyes burning with the fury of betrayal. "Jiang Fu, where are you going? Who are you going to see?"
"Hahaha, are you going to find Yu Xu? He's awake, so you can't wait to leave," Ye Fenglin's voice became increasingly sarcastic, and he even laughed a few times. "You said you broke up with him and no longer liked him, were you lying to me? Do you wish I were far away from you and not disturb your lives?"
I remained silent, while the light in Ye Fenglin's eyes gradually dimmed. He futilely released my grip. "You won't even say a word to lie to me. So, you did it on purpose when I got hurt last time? You don't like me at all. You blame me for hurting Yu Xu, don't you?"
Ye Fenglin's series of questions made me feel uncomfortable, so I took advantage of his inattention to distance myself from him.
Sometimes, silence is the answer.
"How could I have fallen for you..." Ye Fenglin's voice was filled with pain. He frowned and murmured, "You don't like me at all, no, you don't like Yong Ge either, you only care about Yu Xu! Did you ever like me at all, did you?"
None of us noticed that a shadow was slowly approaching behind Ye Fenglin. By the time I realized someone was getting closer, it was too late.
The man was wearing a dark brown coat. He suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket, and pointed the dark muzzle at us.
Although the man had a beard and looked nervous and disheveled, I recognized him at a glance. He was the man who attacked Ye Fenglin in the West District apartment!
Before I could even say "Be careful...", Ye Fenglin had already pulled me aside and turned around to block the gun with his back.
Bang! A loud gunshot rang out in the quiet corridor. The man gripped the gun tremblingly. Dark red blood seeped from Ye Fenglin's side. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay upright, and turned his head to look at the crazed man.
"No, don't hurt her, please..." Ye Fenglin bit his lip tightly, the excruciating pain from blood loss turning his face deathly pale instantly.
Ye Fenglin reached out to the man, instinctively resisting. Seeing this, a glint of madness flashed in the man's eyes. He raised the gun and this time aimed it at Ye Fenglin's chest. Ye Fenglin fell to the ground.
"Ha, ha, you're dead," the man threw down his gun and laughed loudly. "I'd like to see how long your father can keep up his arrogance. My beloved son has been killed by me. Will he still be as haughty as he was when he fired me? Hahaha!"
I raised my hand to cover my lips. Not far away, I heard hurried footsteps. Someone was coming this way. Only then did the man realize what was happening. He steadied himself by holding onto the wall and stumbled as he fled deeper into the area.
Ye Fenglin collapsed in a pool of blood, panting as he looked at me in vain, his eyes completely devoid of light.
I knew that if I stayed, the police would definitely call me in for questioning as a witness, and I wouldn't be able to escape. I hardened my heart, ignoring Ye Fenglin's extremely painful appearance and seemingly oblivious to the strong smell of blood in the air. I walked past him and left the restroom.
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After taking a few steps forward, I heard Ye Fenglin's faint voice, "Xiao Fu, I'm returning this life to you... I'm sorry..."
Blood gushed out, staining Ye Fenglin's handsome brow bone and arrogant face red. He had lost consciousness and was completely unconscious in the pool of blood.
My hands and feet were freezing, and I slipped back into the waiting room when no one was looking.
In fact, no one noticed that a robbery and murder had taken place in the bathroom.
The train has arrived.
I heard a sharp horn blare, and the train slowly started moving. Behind the platform, I saw that the area was cordoned off, and people's faces showed anxiety and panic.
My tense nerves finally relaxed, and I leaned against the window, gradually falling asleep.
Five years later
"Mommy, Mommy...!" My child's clear voice slowly woke me from my slumber.
I blinked and looked at the little girl with pigtails in front of me. She took the sun hat off my face, and her cheeks puffed up cutely because she was sulking.
She looks about six or seven parts like me, but her lips and facial features are more like her father's.
Jiang Shan, wearing a pretty cherry blossom dress, glared at me angrily. "I asked you to help me sell lemonade, but you're slacking off here, Mom!"
At noon, my head was throbbing.
I raised my hand, and the pure white snow and bright red blood in my dream intertwined, even giving me a terrifying hallucination.
I still remember Ye Fenglin's final appearance: pain, despair, and he had long since given up on the desire to live.
When I woke up, I looked at my daughter hesitantly. In front of us was a long table.
Brightly colored lemonade is laid out on a white and blue checkered tablecloth, with a lemon-juicing machine next to it, and a bamboo basket containing large lemons that are almost used up.
Not far away, the sound of a cleaning machine hummed, and a man wearing a hat was diligently working on the beautiful and tidy yard.
Further away, there was a housewife watering the flowers in her front yard with a hose.
This is a typical low-density middle-class community, with houses built along the hillside and each household having its own yard.
The neighbors get along well, but they're not gossipy. The whole community has a good atmosphere, and the environment is beautiful and quiet.
A group of teenagers who had just finished their soccer team training camp saw our lemonade stand and walked over excitedly. As I watched the girl happily busy herself with her tasks, I suddenly remembered everything.
Jiang Shancai just started her summer vacation and couldn't wait to go out and work to earn money to buy the tablet she wanted. She sells homemade lemonade in this place in the community every day. I was worried about her, so I accompanied her every day.
I quickly got up and helped fill the lemonade containers, handing them to the little boys.
One of the boys looked at me. I didn't know why, but I still smiled politely. The boy blushed slightly.
The boy took the lemonade, head down, and the boys around him rushed to me.
Jiang Shan suddenly spoke up: "My mother is already married."
I couldn't help but laugh.
After seeing the group of teenagers off, the lemonade was almost sold out.
I packed my things, put them back in the car, and picked up Jiang Shan. "Are you coming again tomorrow?"
She held up her fingers, "Almost there, I'll come again tomorrow. But it seems like the lemonade isn't selling well. Mom, take me to the supermarket, I'll buy some more berries, and we can sell something else tomorrow."
I smiled, gently touched her face, and carried her back to the car.
Jiang Shan, me, and her father all seem to have very different personalities.
She was a smart and enthusiastic little girl from a young age, with a very quick mind.
I drove her to the nearby Target supermarket. She tugged at my skirt, looked back at the shelves, and silently calculated the prices of different varieties of berries. I bent down and picked out what we would eat for dinner.
Suddenly, a familiar, eerie sense of being watched came from behind me.
I froze on the spot, my mind going blank.
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