Chapter 1: Medium Rare “…I really…really miss you so much…
How is He Better Than Me?
Text/Deng Liaoyuan
First release
Chapter 1
"Lian Lian, Lian Lian, Lian Lian..."
"I miss you so much...I miss you so much..."
“…I really…really miss you so much.”
The almost obsessive murmur lingered in Zhui Lian's ears.
Twisted into spider silk, it grows attached to the earth.
I can't go back.
Circle, circle, and circle again.
The air was crusted with translucent matter.
In a small border town at the end of December, at five in the morning on a winter day, the cold was biting.
Zhui Lian suddenly sat up from the bed. She thought the nightmare had completely subsided, but the obsessive whispers still lingered on her eyelashes for a long time.
Just like the person who whispered these words in her ear.
Mad dog, vicious dog.
Damp and eerie.
A pool of moldy sunlight, a ghostly demeanor—
Oh, no, that person has really been a ghost for a long time.
Zhui Lian thought with a mocking tone.
She habitually touched her side, but did not feel the familiar body temperature.
Half a year ago, Zhui Lian married her boyfriend of three years, Yu Peizhi.
The biggest reason for their marriage was that Yu Peizhi looked, had temperament, and personality very much like Qiao Xunli, Zhui Lian's white moonlight who died in a car accident.
Except the professions are different.
Yu Peizhi is a painter with a free career, while Zhui Lian had just quit her previous unsatisfactory job and wanted to change her environment to relax.
So a month ago, they moved from the prosperous city of S to this small border town with majestic mountains and rivers as a honeymoon trip.
It’s just that lately… my husband has been acting weirder and weirder.
"Lianlian, what's wrong?"
A pair of arms came up from behind, strong and tight, and my back felt like it was pressed against my skin. Suddenly, a male voice rang out.
Zhui Lian turned around and saw her husband standing by the bed, looking at her tenderly. The fine black hair on his forehead hung down, slightly covering his usually calm eyes.
"It's okay, I just had a nightmare." Zhui Lian replied softly.
Yu Peizhi's tone sounded concerned and worried: "What nightmare?"
"I can't remember."
Zhui Lian gave a vague answer, then quickly raised her hand, brushed the strands of hair off Yu Peizhi's forehead, and changed the subject, saying, "Why are your bangs so long?"
"Really?" Yu Peizhi tilted his head and suddenly smiled.
It was difficult for Zhui Lian to describe what kind of smile it was.
Very lightly, very slowly, the corners of his mouth gradually opened, rising at just the right moment, a perfect frame, yet with a hint of gloom and weirdness.
"Lianlian doesn't like it?"
His hand touched Zhui Lian's cheek, and his cold palm caressed her skin bit by bit.
Zhui Lian shuddered unconsciously.
Holding her in his arms, Yu Peizhi repeated what he had just said in an extremely gentle tone: "Lianlian, don't you like it?"
It had snowed last night, and the pale light of the snow shone through the gaps in the undrawn curtains, casting a little light on his face.
Skin so pale that it was almost transparent, with black hair that just covered the eyes, bright red lips opening and closing, and a voice as eerie as a ghost appearing in broad daylight.
The husband’s fingers are smiling… no, it’s his lips that are smiling… no, it’s his eyes… his eyes are smiling… It’s an all too familiar weirdness.
A strangeness that has not been seen for many years, but is deeply rooted in the bones and can be felt at the first touch.
Like the stickiness of a venomous snake, like—
The feeling that dead man gave her.
Old things are like a thorn in the flesh.
Lifelong, lifelong.
"Pei Zhi, where did you go just now?" Zhui Lian turned away her eyes, suppressed her pounding heart, and once again calmly changed the subject.
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The mirror in my bathroom keeps breaking for no apparent reason.
The edges are smooth but full of cracks.
This is Zhui Lian’s latest discovery.
At the breakfast table, she shared this confusion with her new husband Yu Peizhi, who pushed the freshly cut steak towards her.
Yu Peizhi thought for a moment, and said in his usual gentle tone, "Maybe the temperature difference between day and night here is too big."
Thermal expansion and thermal contraction are not unreasonable, but Zhui Lian always felt that there was something strange and inexplicable about it.
"Maybe." She held her chin and looked at the towering green mountains covered with snow outside the window. She instinctively picked up a small piece of meat and put it into her mouth.
Chew, pause.
Zhui Lian had only swallowed halfway when his throat suddenly contracted and he covered his mouth and vomited.
Yu Peizhi immediately stood up, walked behind her, and patted her back with his palm to help her calm down.
A voice sounded from above his head, and Yu Peizhi asked gently: "Baby, what's wrong?"
There was a glass of hot milk on the side. Zhui Lian grabbed it and took a sip to suppress the strong feeling of nausea.
She frowned and said, "...a little raw."
Yu Peizhi turned his gaze back to the snow-white plate placed at his seat opposite him. There was also a steak on it, dark brown in color, with crispy edges.
"I'm sorry, baby."
He took out a wet towel, leaned over, and wiped the corner of Zhui Lian's mouth. The wiping movement was very light, but his knuckles pressed down on her jaw, with a hint of love and unwillingness to break free.
Yu Peizhi looked into her eyes and said apologetically, "My husband made a mistake and gave you his share."
Gave her your share?
Zhui Lian lowered her eyes and looked at the steak on the plate. The cut surface was evenly pink, and transparent juice oozed between the textures. It was obviously medium-rare.
"Pei Zhi," she looked up, her voice a little uncertain, "I remember you used to eat well-done food, didn't you?"
"Yeah?"
Yu Peizhi's hand slid to her waist, held it, and lifted her up from the chair.
"Baby, you must have remembered it wrongly."
He led her to the bathroom vanity. Amid the gurgling sound of the faucet, he responded softly, "Last time we were on a date in Florence, didn't I order medium rare? You said that steak there was especially good."
Fingertips, knuckles, and base of fingers.
Yu Peizhi lowered his head and carefully washed her fingers, the back of her hands, and the palms.
Feileng Cui?
Zhui Lian searched his mind for a long time but still couldn't find this memory.
"Impossible, I..." She was still halfway through her words when she saw Yu Peizhi raise his beautiful eyes and lock his gaze on her.
His fingers were cold, tightly wrapped around her wrist. With his other hand, he picked up a towel and began to wipe the water droplets from her hand, from the fingertips to the base of the fingers, and then to the inside of the wrist.
Wipe slowly but carefully.
"Baby." His voice was low and soft, as if coaxing.
But his tone was full of strength and authority, as if it was the final word: "You may have truly forgotten."
Seeing Zhui Lian remained silent, Yu Peizhi wiped the last bit of water from her hands and moved closer to her, his wet breath spraying on her ears and neck.
"Lian Lian——"
"Baby--"
"Wife—"
He called out to Zhui Lian in a drawn-out voice, the last syllable lingering, repeating it over and over again, doting and indulging her with the patience of a child. "Are you angry? Then listen to us, Lian Lian. Husband, eat your food well-done from now on, okay?"
"No." Zhui Lian shook her head, raised her hand to block Yu Peizhi's face, and said softly, "I'm not angry, I just feel a little nauseous."
"I see."
Yu Peizhi let out a short, laughing sound from his throat, then grabbed her wrist, forcefully squeezed his fingers between hers, and led her to the sofa.
"Then rest here for a while, baby." He pressed Zhui Lian's shoulders and asked her to sit down, saying, "Hubby will make you some honey water."
The other party had just held her hands too tightly, with too much force, and the interlocking was too tight, but Zhui Lian had no time to care about the dull pain in her knuckles at this moment, she was still lost in thought.
Did she really remember it wrong?
But her first date with Yu Peizhi was in a Western restaurant. He was wearing a white shirt and washed blue trousers, looking gentle and refreshingly youthful.
That face, which was already 70% similar to her white moonlight Xun Li, and with the similar dressing style, it was as if the dead Xun Li himself was standing alive in front of her.
Then, Yu Peizhi ordered a well-done steak.
This is exactly the same as Xunli's custom back then.
The man who illuminated her youth and gave her the first warmth and excitement always ordered well-done food.
And among all the people she had ever met, the one who liked medium-rare the most was only that person... the one who was dead... Zhui Lian didn't dare to think about it any further, but took a deep breath and lowered her eyes slightly.
When he lowered his eyes, he saw a broken mirror under the sofa that had not been cleaned up without him noticing.
The cracks in the broken mirror opened up like the threads of a spider web.
In the hideous cracks, the woman reflected had a face that was pure to the extreme. The corners of her drooping eyes were tinged with red, and she still looked like an innocent 18-year-old girl.
Weak, thin, pale and fragile.
She has a typical little white flower appearance.
It has the most beautiful little white flower appearance, the most pitiful little white flower appearance, and the most evil little white flower appearance that makes people have evil thoughts when seeing it.
— to soil, to defile, to destroy.
The cold chains, the dark cell, the sticky breathing... So it's no wonder that the dead man treated her like that, like that, like that—
Zhui Lian hugged the pillow tightly, and suddenly stopped thinking. She shouted towards the kitchen in a hurry: "Pei Zhi!"
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Yu Peizhi came out of the kitchen, with the clear yellow honey water shaking in the cup. He walked over to Zhui Lian and sat down, with the rim of the cup against her lips.
"No, I can do it myself—"
Zhui Lian subconsciously reached out to catch it, but Yu Peizhi picked it up and held it on his lap.
"Yes, my baby has been absent-minded lately. What should I do if he gets burned by drinking?"
His voice was gentle, but his arms were tight, holding her waist in place, and he irresistibly fed the warm yet sweet liquid into her mouth bit by bit.
When the glass finally left her lips, Zhui Lian's tongue tip felt numb and her head felt a little dizzy.
But Yu Peizhi's fingertips still lingered on the corner of her lips, not forgetting to gently wipe away the remaining water stains.
"Lianlian, I love you so much." He buried his head deeply in the crook of Lianlian's neck, unable to stop rubbing it greedily, again and again, whispering tenderly, "I really love you so much, I love you so much."
Such an atmosphere is sweet, charming and intimate, making people unconsciously want to indulge in it and never wake up.
But when Zhui Lian's gaze passed over the other person's shoulder and fell on the broken glass under the sofa, the drowsy sweetness floating in the air was instantly extinguished as if by ice water.
Zhui Lian raised her hand and rubbed Yu Peizhi's head buried in her neck: "Peizhi, when are we going back to S City?"
"Return to S City?"
The intimate rubbing of the neck came to an abrupt halt.
Yu Peizhi slowly raised his head, and the infatuated love on his face receded like the tide, leaving only a cold calm.
He tilted his head and licked his lower lip very slowly with the tip of his tongue——
He once again showed that indescribable smile, very light, very slow, and a little gloomy and strange.
The corners of your mouth begin to pull upwards. Very slowly.
The muscles tightened little by little. Lifted.
Finally it is fixed at that upward arc.
Black hair, white skin, bright red lips, and her husband's usually handsome eyebrows and eyes now reveal the luscious color of a male ghost.
Clammy, cold, and eerie.
"Lianlian wants to go back."
He whispered like a sigh, but his hand touched Zhui Lian's neck, gently and slowly moving it.
Once. Once again.
It seems like measuring, and also like confirming.
Yu Peizhi laughed again.
A deepening, sinister smile like poisoned satin.
"No."
Eyes, deep black, emotionless.
He raised his cold index finger, placed it on Zhui Lian's lips, and said with a smile, "Today is the weekend."
Yu Peizhi didn't say anything else, but a voice from many years ago automatically rang in Zhui Lian's mind, the tone and rhythm were exactly the same -
"Lianlian, today is the weekend."
"What are we going to play this week?"
Shiver, tremble, chills down the spine.
Zhui Lian pushed her husband away suddenly.
The author has something to say:
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Hello everyone, I'm starting to write. I'm beating drums and gongs and holding a bowl to ask for a collection~
In order to avoid confusing some of you, I will explain the setting here: there are two dead people in the novel, one is the heroine's white moonlight Qiao Xunli (died in a car accident), and the other is the madman who imprisoned the heroine for three years and treated her as a forbidden delicacy as described in the text (the cause of death cannot be revealed for the time being). The hero, Yu Peizhi, was initially imitating the heroine's white moonlight Qiao Xunli. In order to win the heroine's favor and then successfully marry the heroine, the hero's behavior became more and more like that madman.
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Sick Dog Legacy
On the day my family went bankrupt, Alexei came to my new apartment, which was small, old and dusty.
When Alexey was at his poorest, he worked as a waiter in the restaurant of the Noble High School where I attended.
His bones were sharp, his brows were stern, and his pupils were frozen with the gray-blue ice formed by the Siberian wind.
He has a Chinese-Russian hybrid face that is so beautiful that it makes people want him to be their dog, and it is so good-looking that it is infuriating to both humans and gods.
I thought so and did so.
So, I was his master, and he was the mad dog I had abandoned, the sick dog I had kicked out. The day he went to the hospital for me, I was dancing in a bar.
He begged me to go and see him, but I said impatiently, "No, I don't want to see poor Russians. Don't bring bad luck to my fortune." Then I hung up the phone immediately.
Now, I was sunk in the peeling leather sofa, looking at Alexi with my chin raised.
He still had that infuriatingly handsome face, wearing a crisp black long coat and a limited edition metal watch, but now he was no longer that poor dog, but the famous Wall Street mad wolf.
But even this change of fortune couldn't reduce my natural arrogance. My attitude remained condescending: "What are you doing here? To see me make a fool of myself?"
Alexei was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
Then a document was thrown in front of me——
It is a transfer agreement for all the assets under his name.
I opened my eyes wide and said, "Alexei, you are crazy. Are you sick? If you are mentally ill, go get treatment!"
"Yeah, I'm crazy." Alexi grinned, "Jia Li, even if I die, I will crawl back from hell to find you. So -"
He grabbed my hand and pressed it hard against the most vulnerable part of his neck.
He said, "Master, you will never get rid of me."
Thanks to Alexi's support, I had more wealth than before and lived a life of luxury again.
But he became gloomy and crazy, always looking at me with wet eyes, and sweeping his resentful eyes at everyone around me.
He always gave me some inexplicable gifts, like on my birthday, the black velvet gift box he sent me contained not jewelry, but part of a family emblem ring that belonged to an unlucky guy who tried to send me home after a party.
Alexi hugged me from behind and kissed my hair obsessively: "Master, do you like it?"
"I can give you more if you need it."
He said, "Do you want the one who heard you sing at the bar yesterday, or the one who rode the Ferris wheel with you at the amusement park the day before yesterday? Or -"
"Both?"
Alexi's voice was so gentle, but the words he said were so creepy.
I know, he's really crazy.
I can't get rid of him in my life.
Mean rich girl Mei Gaomei x really poor but handsome Chinese-Russian mixed race mad dog
xp article, the female is not the male c, the male protagonist is crazy, both before and after he turns evil, the female protagonist has low morals and no quality, she is really mean.
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