0055 055 There is no origin in the world (H)
Xiang Zhiyu had just returned yesterday and immediately gathered a group of friends for a party. He searched around for several days but couldn't find Qi Shuyao. In desperation, he went out to drift on a less busy road and saw her walking out of a side road, looking lost and disoriented.
When the two arrived at the bar, the people inside were already drinking. They saw her and noisily gathered around, asking her why she hadn't invited them to her birthday party this year.
Qi Shuyao was punished with several drinks and was pushed to the middle in a daze. A group of people started making a crazy noise. By now, all of them had become adults. Like a firework exploded and scattered all over the world, this was the last time I saw you in this life, and also the brightest moment of your life.
She went to university in Jingyang, not far from Qi Yu's office. Academic qualifications weren't a particularly important label for her, so she simply chose a well-known university and pretended to study at an art academy.
She always believed that talents like painting, dancing, and music were all based on innate ability, but today's society has made them too closely tied to money. Her highly talented classmates spent their spare time painting to earn tuition fees and worked odd jobs while saving every penny. But she had more pocket money than she could spend and spent all her time thinking about how to date her father.
If there really is retribution, then she should go to hell.
Her phone lit up; it was Xiang Zhiyu calling. She silently bypassed the other classmates and left the art studio.
Xiang Zhiyu didn't study much abroad, but now that he's helping her investigate prisons, he's openly and frequently traveling back to China. He came back this morning, taking Qi Shuyao from Jingyang back to Yangcheng.
His connections were working smoothly inside, and he was almost about to receive the news when Yangcheng East Women's Prison suddenly announced its relocation. After a period of complete lockdown, it was finally ready to move.
The car stopped at the side wall of the prison. Through the gaps in the high fence, a hand wearing a white glove reached out and quickly dropped a paper bag, silently.
Xiang Zhiyu left Qi Shuyao in the car, got out to pick up the paper bag, and came back in less than five seconds. She only opened the bag after the car had left the vicinity of the prison.
Inside was a register of inmates. Qi Shuyao looked at it over and over again, but couldn't find Li Qing's name.
"So I can't visit her in prison, not because something went wrong, but because she's not even here anymore. What's going on?"
"Don't rush into it. Think about it. Does she have any powerful relatives, friends, or lovers?"
"She doesn't even know who her own parents are, how could she possibly know any other powerful people? Or do you really think the Mai family would be so kind as to send her in first and then bail her out?"
Li Qing's social connections are very simple. The most likely people to speak up for her are her readers. But do any of her readers have that much power? Which high-ranking official would want to save her? Or is it possible that the publishing house has joined forces to get her out? If so, it would be more reliable to let her continue writing while she's in jail.
She remained silent the whole way until she reached the school gate, at which point she realized her phone had been vibrating under her bottom. But it was too late; Qi Yu's car was parked nearby, and she could see his hand on the steering wheel from the side.
After saying goodbye to Xiang Zhiyu, Qi Shuyao quickly climbed into the back seat of Qi Yu's car and hugged his neck from behind.
"Where have you been? You haven't answered my calls."
"I told you, you can't curse at me."
Qi Yu took a few deep breaths, then patted her hand.
"It was at the Fairy Gathering before my birthday that I heard Granny Bai talk about my mother and Sister Li Qing. She said that my mother's uncles and aunts were Sister Li Qing's maternal grandparents, so I wanted to go and ask her about it."
She observed Qi Yu's expression in the rearview mirror, sensed something was wrong, and quickly filled in the next sentence.
"But the most important thing is that someone helped me get the latest prison list. Sister Li Qing is no longer in prison!"
She finished speaking in one breath, trying to change the subject, and even stuffed the list into Qi Yu's hand. The man didn't put it on her hand, but just glanced at the list and looked into her eyes in the rearview mirror.
Why weren't you told me about this before?
"I just found out today. I just got back from prison."
"Not this one."
"Um, that... I don't dare."
"Do you consider yourself and her to be sisters?"
"Ah! I... what do you think..."
He asked so bluntly that Qi Shuyao thought she would get a positive answer, but the man in the front row remained silent for a long time. He was propping his head up with his brows furrowed.
She felt every cell in her body curl up, desperately wanting to vent. She had grown up and become independent as she wished, but more and more people wanted to get between her and Qi Yu. Was growing up always this agonizing? Did she still have a chance to go back to the way things were before?
A hand wrapped around Qi Yu's collar, and a tremendous force pulled his coat up, dragging him from the gap between the driver and passenger seats to the back. He was twisted and pressed against the seat, and Qi Shuyao lifted her leg and straddled his waist, haphazardly tearing open his shirt and kissing him wildly.
She wore bright red lipstick, which was unevenly smeared on her shirt, collar, chest, and cheeks. Her sharp little teeth peeked out and rubbed against her skin.
Without even raising the partition or drawing the car window curtains, she pulled down her father's pants and lifted her own skirt at the bustling university gate.
She grabbed his hand and inserted it into her dry vagina, sliding it back and forth, smearing it with the vaginal fluid that had been aroused onto her clothes. Her scent filled the small carriage, mixing with the still-hot air, making him feel flustered.
She came up and rubbed her vulva against the erect penis, already impatient for any foreplay. The more obvious the pain, the more it could soothe her unease. Qi Yu's hands were pinned down by her, and his head was tilted to the side in the corner of the seat. He could only watch as she moved in and out of him rapidly. His penis was pressed and twisted, every inch of his skin was covered, and every nerve felt like it was being pricked by needles. It felt as if his whole body had been rolled up into a small strip and stuffed into her body.
She seemed very tired, and her movements were small. She was just desperately trying to prove something, and she stubbornly tilted her head to throw the tears that suddenly welled up onto the carpet.
The school bus turned at the gate and passed by their car. Qi Yu reached out and hugged her, pulling her into his arms and gently rubbing the back of her head. After the school bus passed, he adjusted his position so that she could lie more comfortably on top of him.
Finally, the entire penis was inserted into her body at the correct angle, filling her entire vaginal canal. Her brief madness was stopped in time, and the skirt at her lower back was also lowered. She raised her buttocks with both hands and slowly began to thrust in and out.
"Turn around and look at me."
The atmosphere returned to normal, and Qi Shuyao turned her head away, but did not look at him.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Don't stay silent, just like when you were a kid."
"I don't want to grow up, I don't want to grow up! It was just an ordinary day, but now everyone is saying that I've grown up. Is it true that growing up only takes one day?"
She struggled desperately against his hand, her body losing control. His penis thrust in heavily several times, and her breathing immediately became rapid. Her lower back ached, and she no longer had the strength to vent her anger. She could only helplessly shed tears.
"Why are you crying? Why do you react so strongly to this kind of question?"
"Then tell me, is Li Qing my sister?"
"I have no idea."
"What?"
The answer is: I don't know she has a relationship with your mother.
"Then tell me who my mother is, and I'll go ask her myself."
This time, Qi Yu fell silent.
"What, you're not saying anything again? You said I'm all grown up, so why can't you tell me? Even if she doesn't want me anymore, is annoyed by me, or hates me, I still have the right to know who she is, right? Or is she already dead?"
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly and then let you know."
"Why!"
Her relentless pursuit reignited the fire that Qi Yu had managed to suppress. He pressed his hands against her body again, and began to thrust rapidly in and out of her, sending her flying up and crashing down repeatedly. Her body swayed, the car shook, and the sky and the earth seemed to spin back and forth.
Her phone vibrated again in her pocket; it was a classmate from the art studio.
"What's wrong?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Where did you go? Are you coming back? We were just about to go have dinner, and here's your paint..."
"Just leave it there for now, I'll collect it when I get back."
"What's wrong over there? It seems windy?"
"It's okay, I'm going home for a bit, I might go back tomorrow."
"Okay, bye-bye."
Before she could hang up, she threw the phone to the ground, her arms limp. Half of her body was numb from lying face down, and she had lost all feeling in her lower body from being penetrated. Even the slightest breath could give away her surroundings. Her eyes were red as she stared at the man beneath her, wondering what he was yelling about.
"You get along well with your classmates and have many friends, so why don't you tell me first no matter what happens to you? When did you start to become like this? How many things are you hiding from me?"
With each question he asked, he thrust hard into her lower body. Qi Shuyao bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, and couldn't even bother to answer his questions.
"Am I not your father? What did you say? You idolize your father the most in the whole world, but now you keep everything from me. When you need help, you go to outsiders. Is this what you promised me? That I'm the only one?"
"I'm scared."
What are you afraid of?
"Someday, it seems like we'll all have to part ways someday."
"Won't."
"and you……"
Her cheek was pinched, and she pouted. He lifted her head and bit her hard.
"I only have you, and you only have me. There is no one else in between, and there never will be. Stop overthinking."
He spoke with such conviction that it was as if the world was in his hands.
"Will nothing change?"
"Don't worry."
He told her not to worry, and she believed him, becoming lost in this dream.
Tang Qianjie's story, "Swallows Flying Over the Hall," is complete, totaling 550,000 words. It is now available online at Aifadian and can be read in advance.
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