0085 085 Old Jingyang, Old Xiaobei, do you like her? H
As Qi Shuyao and Tu Mi finished checking off the things they would need for tomorrow downstairs, it was almost time for tomorrow. During that time, they ate a dinner that the nagging manager had bought, and now they were each sitting in the lobby holding a wine bottle and gazing at the sky.
The lobby's decor has also been completely changed. The central hall on the first, second, and third floors has been opened up and transformed into a huge well. Dazzling crystal chandeliers hang from the three-story ceiling, and there are murals on the ceiling that are not very clear.
Seeing her constantly looking upwards, Tu Mi smiled and pointed to the ceiling beside her.
"Did you see that? I painted it myself. I hung it up there on that rope that construction workers use. I had to keep my head tilted back the whole time. My neck was so sore, but I still finished it."
"So beautiful..." Qi Shuyao was mesmerized. She tilted her head back and drank another glass of wine, then leaned against Tu Mi.
"Have you studied painting?"
"What are you talking about? I haven't learned anything. I've never learned anything. I just made it up."
"It's better than mine."
"How can that compare to my great painter?"
She spoke with remarkable composure, her expression serene, her entire being exuding a relaxed and carefree air that Qi Shuyao could never emulate. She didn't care that she was born in the new century but had never received a single day of education. She faced her past with equanimity, turning even the bitterest and most unbearable hardships into motivation. She emerged from the darkness alone and built her own entire building with her bare hands.
Her life force could burn in the air, extinguishing the resentment and bitterness of blaming heaven and earth. Her flames propelled her to the throne she had forged herself, and all others were her subjects.
Qi Shuyao didn't dare to say it, but she envied her.
She was once again immersed in the emotions that had trapped her, while Tu Mi had already stood up to clean up the mess she had just made. She quickly packed up the lunch boxes, threw them out, and when she came back, Qi Shuyao was still sitting there in a daze. She went over to her, pulled out the phone that had been pressed under her bottom, and handed it to her.
"Hurry up and answer the phone, someone's pressed the call button so many times it's worn a hole."
Qi Shuyao's face was flushed from the alcohol. She picked up her phone and grinned. Tu Mi leaned close to her ear and whispered a threat.
“I don’t care what you’re going to do, you have to stay here tonight and you’re not leaving tomorrow.”
"Okay, you can go upstairs first."
Qi Shuyao was quite drunk and wandered around the dazzling crystal glass door several times before finally finding the exit. Even after exiting, she didn't see Qi Yu's car. It wasn't until the cool night breeze blew her around a few times that she realized she had turned around and headed towards the parking lot at the back.
She always thought she had a good alcohol tolerance and hadn't drunk much today, but her head was unusually dizzy. Even though there was a straight road ahead, it seemed to her as if it had taken more than a dozen turns.
Qi Yu, sitting in the car, got angry when he saw her like this, but then she almost bumped into a protruding pipe on the wall. He couldn't keep up the act anymore, so he got out of the car and dragged her over.
As soon as Qi Shuyao touched his arm, she pressed herself against him, burrowing into his clothes and refusing to come out, while humming softly.
Qi Yu's previously ignored anger was immediately suppressed, but another fire within him was ignited. He wrapped one arm around Qi Shuyao's soft waist, while the other hand groped for the car door behind him. Before he could even touch the handle, the girl's restless hand grabbed his collar, and her little mouth slipped inside.
He abandoned his search for the car door and simply scooped up the restless little vixen with one hand, then expertly led her into the maze-like alley behind.
The alley was so narrow that it could barely accommodate one person at a time. After being jostled several times, Qi Shuyao finally poked her head out and breathed into his ear.
"How do you know so much about this place? Did you do something behind my back...?"
Before she could finish speaking, she was tossed up, flipped over, and slammed against the wall. Her delicate skin pressed against the rough surface, eliciting a few unhappy whimpers.
"What's wrong? Why are you upset again?"
"Do you think I should be happy? My daughter left me and went to spend the whole night with someone else and didn't come home. Am I supposed to laugh?"
His words turned into hot breath that sprayed onto the skin on the back of her neck. Her body instinctively curled up, but he held her flat with his palm, making her unable to move.
"How can you say that? That Tu Mi (a type of rose) is also mine..."
"She's your sister too, right? She's your real sister, that's your family. Now that you've found someone related to you by blood, you don't want me, this imposter father, anymore."
Normally, she might have exploded with anger, but today, after drinking, she was much more sober. She tilted her head back and gently rubbed the back of her head against Qi Yu's cheek.
How could you think like that? You are unique to me. Stop talking about replacing me. Everyone has their own place in my life. Everyone is different. Don't you believe in my feelings for you?
The arms around her waist loosened considerably, but he still held her tightly in his embrace. His tone softened, and the hard outer shell melted away, leaving only the soft body inside, pressed against her soul that she had willingly revealed.
“You’re right, everyone has their own unique place, but you also belong to me, and only to me.”
"Okay, I'm all yours."
Filled with resentment, grievance, and a touch of stubbornness, Qi Yu lifted the skirt she was wearing from behind, smoothing out the wide folds and covering their lower bodies. He pressed his fingers against her clitoris through her panties a few times, wetting her vulva. He continued to rub her clitoris, pressing it against the wall through her skirt, and soon she began to convulse with her feet off the ground.
Her vulva became even wetter, and with each contraction, a piece of her underwear was taken in. The already released, scalding hot glans pressed the underwear in even deeper. Qi Shuyao tilted her head back and cried out, then bent her arms, which were now free to move, and bumped into his shoulder.
Qi Yu chuckled softly, instantly pulled aside his underwear, and squeezed his penis in from the side. Pressing against the distorted labia and pushing against the sticky vaginal walls, he thrust it all the way to the bottom.
They went in too deep at once, and both of them were a little breathless. Qi Shuyao's vision went black and her body went limp. She couldn't muster any strength. She felt a hand touch her face and immediately turned her head to bite down hard on the tiger's mouth.
Qi Yu didn't utter a word of resistance. Instead, he laughed in her ear, as if encouraging her, or perhaps proud, like when she was a child and a naughty kid tore the string off her balloon in the square, and her grandmother was still laughing beside her, saying, "My grandson is really amazing."
She bit down and then let go, the smile on her lips vanished, and tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, hot and streaming down her face before being taken away by his lips.
His lower body began to move, wildly, primally, and intensely. The two of them were pressed together, squeezed into the alley with no gaps, but he could still quickly move in and out under her skirt, making muffled slapping sounds. His hands no longer tormented her clitoris; instead, they wrapped around her waist, kneading her sensitive soft flesh.
Qi Shuyao closed her eyes and covered her mouth, her ears perked up as she alerted her surroundings, while Qi Yu looked around relaxed, glancing at the trees and buildings.
He gently lifted Qi Shuyao's body, which had slid down, and at the same time thrust his waist in deeply. She couldn't help but cry out, and then she heard his laughter.
"Keep it down, what if someone comes over?"
"Don't worry, there's no one here."
How did you know?
"Didn't you ask me why I know so much about this place? Let me tell you, I lived here when I was a child."
"ah……"
Her lower body continued moving, but Qi Shuyao's mind was no longer on it. She knew very little about Qi Yu's past. She used to want to ask him but he wouldn't tell her, but now that he brought it up, she didn't dare to listen.
"What's wrong? Didn't expect that? I'm also a native of Jingyang, and I live in the central area. Do you think I have the air of the northern part of the city?"
He laughed as he spoke, but his voice was already trembling. After holding her and shaking violently for a while, he took out a tissue to wipe his lower body clean, then picked her up again and placed her on his raised lap.
"Didn't the second wife of Guan Township tell you everything? I was waiting for you to ask me, but you didn't say anything, didn't care, and didn't pay any attention."
"You mean, you really are down there..."
“I was really born in an underground dance hall. My mother was a dancer. I don’t know her name. She left this world the moment I was born. I don’t know who my father is either. Back then, the dance hall was just a public entertainment venue where anyone could have a one-night stand. The owner of the dance hall, Mr. Jiang, took me in, and the women in the dance hall raised me. Back then, everyone just worked there. When it got light, the customers left, and the dancers could come out and go home.”
He grabbed Qi Shuyao's tightly clenched hand, pried open a finger, and pointed to a building not far away.
“I was young then and lived underground. The boss took me there. Later, when I grew up, he said I should go out and see the world. The first time I came up, I was very scared. It was Xu Mei, who is your mother, your biological mother, who took me there. At that time, this was the most prosperous street. Of course, I couldn’t afford to live in the house upstairs. But the lady who managed the bicycle shed was very kind. She cleared out a small room for me in the corner, and I lived there. Unfortunately, she passed away last month from liver cancer.”
Her emotions surged and plummeted several times in a single sentence. Qi Shuyao felt as if her chest was blocked by a stone; she couldn't let go of her emotions, and she felt suffocated. She knew everything, yet she didn't want to think about anything anymore.
But Qi Yu seemed to be in a good mood and was talking very happily.
"Although I was free to come and go back then, I never went to school, not even for a single day. I would catch up on sleep in my small room during the morning, work in the afternoon, and go down to the dance hall at night. It was very lively down there, with more people than on the ground floor, and bartenders everywhere. But I still did some odd jobs there. Back then, it was said to be open, but the class distinctions between people were even more obvious. The dancers liked to stay downstairs and didn't want to go upstairs. That's how I lived year after year until Gu Jia stepped down."
Qi Shuyao was held tightly, as if she would turn to ash and fly away through his fingers at any moment.
The residential buildings behind this street have long been deserted. Everything has become history, hidden in the minds of those who are unwilling to leave. Random footsteps echoed in the quiet alley, followed by the incoherent cursing of a drunk man and the sound of him relieving himself against the wall.
Qi Shuyao remained motionless, and Qi Yu acted as if he hadn't heard her, still holding her, though his voice was soft.
“My first half of life was a complete mess. In fact, it shouldn’t have existed at all. People see me like an ant, and there’s no need to even step on me. Because unless you’re lying on the ground, you can’t see me at all. Nobody wants to know how many ants are produced and how many die every day. Even if someone comes to study me under the guise of science, they’re just pouring molten iron into anthills. Would you stare at one of the ants and see where it runs off to?”
She was the one who had been drinking, but Qi Yu looked even more drunk. He leaned back slightly and rested his head against the wall behind him. He was smiling, but his eyes were so fierce.
But why does she sometimes reveal a touch of tenderness?
“People like us are nobody’s business, nobody cares. If you bump into us on the street, people will curse us for being unlucky. There are only a handful of people who are truly good to you. You can count them on your fingers. There’s Boss Jiang, and your mother is one too.”
Qi Yu leaned against the wall and finally let out a hearty laugh.
"So even though I don't understand her later actions, I am still very grateful to her for entrusting you to me."
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