0089 089 The God of Loneliness and Romance (H)
Xu Mei raised her hand to slap Jiang Yu across the face, but Jiang Yu dodged it first.
"After all these years, you still only know this one move, and you haven't even changed the range of your arm swing. Is it that you've only ever beaten me?"
She sighed heavily, then immediately laughed.
"Didn't you always want me to get involved with him? Look, I'm really married to him now. I've proven myself that I've always listened to you since I was little. But why are you unhappy now? Oh, I know, because he clearly told you that he wouldn't help you, so you found me another man. Who are you helping this time? Even though you're not married, you've always been on the same page. Is a name really that important? That man had to go to my little sister and tell her her name."
“You’ve met your dad, and your little sister too? No, don’t get involved with him. His family are all crazy! Take off these clothes now and come home with Mom. Mom has paved the way for everything. All you have to do is give birth to a child for their leader’s son, and our family will be free from this quagmire and have nothing to do with them anymore.”
"Forget about it. I've had seven or eight miscarriages in the last ten years. I can't have children anymore."
"What did you say……"
“You’ve always thought this way, and you’ve always done it this way, but you’ve never succeeded. Why do you want me to do it this way? But I’ll listen to you. We never use condoms when we have sex, and I always get pregnant. But after I get pregnant, I get an abortion. The feeling of that undeveloped little thing falling out of my body is actually no different from giving birth. It’s like if you knew we were both daughters, we would have turned into a basin of blood and melted into the soil long ago.”
Zhu Jiangxu walked in from outside. He looked normal and even nodded slightly to Xu Mei, who was stunned. He took Jiang Yu's hand and put it in his arm as they walked out.
The wedding went very smoothly. The pink roses that Jiang Yu liked covered half the mountain. However, neither Tu Mi nor Qi Shuyao were able to attend that day. While changing her clothes, Tu Mi suddenly swayed twice and collapsed. Qi Shuyao helped her up, and she vomited all over the floor. She had been drinking too much alcohol these past few days and was in poor condition. Now that she had vomited, she couldn't even stand up.
She leaned against Qi Shuyao, hugging her waist and humming softly. The two of them lay quietly on the sofa in the living room, listening to the clock ticking away in the empty space.
Around noon, Pei Youwen arrived. He first draped his coat over Tu Mi's shoulders, then silently began tidying up the breakfast containers and torn medicine boxes that hadn't been cleaned yet on the table.
He has changed a lot. He has become quieter and quieter. Qi Shuyao can't figure out what their relationship is now. She just feels that he seems to be a different person.
Sensing the gaze from her side, Pei Youwen turned to look at her and gave her a natural smile.
This looks absolutely abnormal.
They stayed quietly in the lobby until the afternoon, when it was time to reopen for business. Pei Youwen helped Tu Mi up and took her to her room to rest. Qi Shuyao stood up, put the cushion back in its place, and flipped up her phone that was underneath. Just then, Jiang Yu's call came in.
Her voice was very low, the background noise was loud, and she spoke very quickly.
“Yaoyao, I know who Li Qing looks like now. When I was little, Shu Cheng often came to the dance hall with him. There was a man with him who was about the same age. They often came together. That man even hugged me. People in the dance hall called him Uncle Dong, but I didn’t know his real identity. He also came to the wedding. He was facing me from the side, and his profile was exactly the same as Li Qing’s.”
"Grandpa Dong...who is he...?"
How do you know him?
Qi Yu's voice rang in her ears, but it was unusually deep and had a heavy nasal tone. For a moment, Qi Shuyao thought she was hallucinating. She slowly turned her head and met his gloomy gaze, then threw her phone away.
Jiang Yu also hung up the phone, hiding it in the folds of her wedding dress. She turned around somewhat flustered and took Zhu Jiangxu's arm.
The man known as Uncle Dong smiled and pointed at her, his expression unchanged from twenty years ago, but his eyes were frightening.
He said nothing, simply walked past them, and picked up a glass of wine.
Startled, Qi Shuyao fell back onto the sofa, bouncing slightly on the soft cushions. She didn't dare look up at Qi Yu, so she could only press down on the pillow in her arms and glance elsewhere.
Guests gradually entered the hall. Not wanting to attract attention, he turned around to completely block Qi Shuyao, bent down, and touched her chin.
"He hasn't been home for half a month and hangs up on me every time he calls. Is he trying to rebel?"
Half a month after the opening of the Xuan Sha Club, it ushered in its most chaotic night. The boss's wife had a stomachache so bad that she couldn't stand up. Before it got completely dark, the second boss's wife, who had been by her side, was pulled out of the club by a man in black and shoved into a car. Two drunk men who had come from other places staggered over to see what was going on, but were stopped by the man's bodyguards. Only the manager was left in the lobby, running around in circles, wishing he had three heads and six arms.
Although she was supposed to be stuffed into the car, the scene was actually quite harmonious. Qi Shuyao obediently went out, leaving her bag upstairs without taking it, only holding her phone. Qi Yu was also carrying her dinner takeout that she hadn't had time to eat.
In the past, July was the hottest month, but this year, just halfway through June, the sky was already scorching hot. By the time I walked from the gate to the parking lot, my arms were covered in a layer of sweat. After getting into the car, Qi Shuyao leaned over the air conditioner vent and blew on it a few times.
Qi Yu leaned back and watched her sway back and forth as she fiddled with the object, not wasting a single second.
The sweat on her body had dried in the wind. Qi Shuyao pressed her body down and shivered slightly. She couldn't find anything else to do and didn't know what to say to Qi Yu. She slowed down her movements, straightened her skirt even more slowly, and leaned back as if nothing had happened.
These past few days, she's been wearing skirts made of rose petals, each one of which she's worn as a mini-skirt. When she sits down, the hem of the skirt naturally rides up and gets stuck at the top of her thighs. Even when she crosses her legs, you can still vaguely see the sheen between her thighs.
Several different flames erupted from various parts of his body, but Qi Yu maintained a steady voice throughout.
"Your sister is getting married today, why didn't you go?"
"My sister's stomach problems flared up, so I'm taking care of her."
"Wow, that's impressive. Now you can even take care of others."
"Otherwise, I can't rely on someone else for my whole life."
Qi Yu's hand, which was about to reach out and grab her, clenched so tightly that the veins stood out. The girl's stubborn profile, as always, made him unable to muster any anger or suppress his rage. He circled halfway around her body and reached behind her, grabbing the back of her neck and pressing her down to kiss her pouting lips.
She wasn't wearing lipstick, and her makeup was haphazardly applied, making her face look exceptionally soft, especially her small mouth that looked like it could explode at any moment.
Her entire lip was sucked into the man's mouth, and the last bit of moisture was sucked away. She tilted her head back and breathed heavily.
The windshield was clear and bright, and it wasn't completely dark yet. More and more people were coming and going on the street. Qi Shuyao pushed Qi Yu away forcefully and shrank to the door.
"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of being seen? You're going to be on the front page tonight."
"Are you afraid? Are you afraid I'll be scolded, or are you afraid others will find out that we actually have no relationship at all?"
Her furrowed brows, which had almost stood up, slowly smoothed out again, as she gripped the seatbelt tightly in her hand.
"Yeah, we have no relationship whatsoever, so why didn't you tell me before?"
"If I had told you earlier, you would have gone to find your relatives long ago, right? Who would care if I lived or died? Yes, only blood ties are the deepest; everything else is dispensable."
Before he even fastened his seatbelt, he slammed on the gas and sent the car flying. Qi Shuyao, in the passenger seat, was rocked back and forth, and the takeout food in the back was knocked to the ground. But none of this slowed him down. They flew at an extremely fast speed to one of Qi Yumou's villas. The car plunged into the garage, and under his expressionless gaze, Qi Shuyao got out of the car on her own and leaned against a pillar, too afraid to move.
Before Qi Yu got out of the car, she quickly looked around at the surroundings.
This looks like a garage, but inside it's actually a small room fully furnished with all the necessary items, including a small stove and a refrigerator.
She could roughly guess what he used this place for, and she dared not speak even more. She even began to regret that none of this had ever happened, and that everything would still be as it was before.
Qi Yu got out of the car, threw off his suit jacket with one hand, loosened his tie, grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed.
Qi Shuyao lay back on the bed, her lower body completely exposed. She wasn't wearing safety shorts, and most of her underwear was turned inside out. The style and pattern of her underwear definitely weren't something she had bought herself.
He laughed coldly, tore her dress—which was shorter than a nightgown—into shreds, and then, pulling at her two tanned arms, tied her wrists together with a tie.
The tie was tightened to its tightest point, and within a minute she felt the swelling and congestion in her palms. Then her underwear was torn off, and he grabbed that small piece of fabric and held it up to his eyes to admire it.
Through the translucent fabric, his gaze fell on the underwear, another style he'd never seen before. His smile widened, but the panties in his hand were thrown to the farthest place.
"You're covered in someone else's scent now, my dear daughter."
Qi Shuyao rubbed her wrists uncomfortably. She was completely naked, but her shoes were still ridiculously hanging on her feet. Her lower body and breasts were being roughly squeezed by large hands, yet she was still made wet.
Qi Yu also found it ridiculous. They lived in a country that did not recognize same-sex marriage. Even though he had witnessed men and women getting together and going crazy when he was young, he had almost never thought about it in that way. But now he was crazy about it. Watching the girl who had belonged to him for the past twenty years stay away from home for half a month for another person, another woman, wearing her clothes from head to toe and getting her scent, made him insanely jealous and gave him an unprecedented sense of fear.
The harder he gripped his hand, the more exaggerated his laughter became, echoing throughout the garage.
A finger was inserted, and Qi Shuyao frowned in pain. She squinted and could only see a blurry shadow of him, but his voice was amplified infinitely in her ear, yet his tone was so gentle.
"Yaoyao, you like her, don't you? When did it start? Was it the first time you saw her that night? Was it during the days you secretly went to the hospital to be with her? Or was it when you secretly hid in the room and drew one portrait of her after another? Tell me, okay?"
Qi Shuyao bit her lip, her face paling with each word she heard. She had always thought these emotions would be well hidden in her heart, but now they were all brought up and echoing in this space.
The devilishly seductive voice continued in my ear.
"But I won't let go. You know everything now, so what? You still have to stay by my side. I've said it before, you belong to me alone, from the moment you were born until the second you die. No, even after you die, you'll still be mine. Don't you think there's no connection between us? Didn't we lose our child? Then let's have another one, countless ones, so that we're connected from head to toe, every moment."
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