Fate 78

  The tyrant leaned against the bed, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his nicotine addiction was quite strong, the room was filled with either smoke or the lingering scent of lavish sex, which made me feel nauseous.

  I was already feeling stuffy in the chest, and the smell of the house made me feel uncomfortable all over. I suddenly sat up from the bed, my movement caught Ba Wang's attention, he turned his head to look at me, his fingers still pinching the cigarette that was emitting smoke. I couldn't just ask him to put out the cigarette, could I?

  I asked him if he could open the window, the tyrant withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath of cigarette smoke, ignoring me. Since he had no opinion, I got out of bed and pushed open the window. It's now winter solstice, although not as cold as in the north, but the temperature at night is still quite low, the key is that the south's cold is humid and chilly, sticking to people's skin, icy and cold.

  As soon as I pushed open the window, cold wind poured into the room. I was naked and immediately got goosebumps all over my body. I was so cold that I ran to bed and quickly snuggled under the quilt, wrapping myself tightly in it.

  The tyrant pinched out his cigarette, reached into the quilt and pulled my arm, telling me to get up and sit. I naturally understood what he meant, but didn't want to get up. He forced me to do it before, now what else did he want to torment me with?

  I shook my head and said I was tired. He had made up his mind, if he still wanted to do it, then continue. What kind of person is he, always so stubborn? He teased me that just now I wasn't strong like an ox. Monkey, pig, mouse, bear, and now an ox, what else can he come up with? If I'm an ox, then what is he, a bull?

  I was hiding in the quilt, secretly rolling my eyes. I couldn't openly despise him, so I did it secretly instead! But just then, the tyrant suddenly pulled down the quilt, and he happened to see my eye-rolling expression. His originally stern face cracked a smile, and he said that I only had the skill of slandering him in my heart.

  The atmosphere was originally heavy and serious, but when he smiled, I felt a lot more at ease. His expression softened, his hands skillfully reached out to my waist, and with a light lift, he pulled me into his body, instantly making me lean against him.

  The ghost was able to guess that he would make a sudden move, and I didn't react in time. My forehead hit his chin, and he let out an "Ugh!" sound. I quickly lifted my head to look at him, and he was rubbing his chin with a shocked expression, staring at me intensely. Although I hadn't spent much time with him, I had managed to pick up on some signs that indicated when he was getting angry. People like the Overlord didn't bother to hide their emotions - happiness, anger, sadness, or joy - they were all clearly displayed in front of everyone, and that was what made his disguise so extraordinary.

  I bit my lower lip, but I didn't think it was my fault. If he hadn't dragged me over, I wouldn't have bumped into him. I thought it was his own doing. But I still went against my conscience and apologized several times.

  He raised my chin, sneering that I was pretending, and said that everything I said was a lie. When I met someone like you, how could I not pretend? If I didn't pretend, and told you that I didn't want to do it anymore, you would say that I was being coy, anyway, whatever I did was considered pretentious, so I'd better keep pretending, at least I can protect my own life.

  The wind blew in from the window, and my back felt cool and goosebumps appeared again. I pulled the quilt over my head and sat on his thigh. He exposed his upper body, freezing this bastard to death.

  The overlord pinched my cheek and said, Lu Xiaowen, you should take a look in the mirror, your smile is really fake. I stopped smiling, anyway, I didn't want to smile either. He shook me reluctantly and stroked my waist, starting to chat with me. He asked if I was a science or liberal arts student, that's my sore spot, the hidden wound I deliberately concealed.

  I told him I was a science student, and he pinched my cheek to praise me. His praise was sarcasm in my eyes, huge sarcasm. He asked me how many points I scored on the college entrance exam, and I didn't want to move anymore, sitting straight up.

  I don't know where I got the courage from, but I lifted my head and looked at him, questioning, "Do you think it's fun to rub salt in other people's wounds?" My eyes turned red, and all the dissatisfaction I had accumulated towards him for a long time was like an open faucet that wouldn't stop flowing out.

  I stared into his eyes and said, "You see your dad wants to scold you, you feel dissatisfied. But do you know me? I can talk about my dad every day, but he beats me every other day, scolding me as a bastard daughter, as if the blood flowing through my veins isn't his. My stepmother vents all her anger on me.

  My mouth seems to have a mind of its own, constantly spewing out words. If I had any hope for life at all, I wouldn't be a prostitute. But no one can give me that hope. I'm only in this profession because it's easy money, and I'm just a lowlife, I don't deserve anyone's pity or sympathy. But I'm not an animal, I'm not dead, I have feelings too.

  I don't know what's wrong with me, saying those words. As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it. Why did I have to say that to Ba Wang? He wouldn't understand anyway. Those words were the hidden pain in my heart, something I had never shared with anyone, not even Chen Sang.

  My heart felt like it had been ripped open, I didn't care what the Overlord was doing, I just stood up and wanted to get away from his body, I wanted to leave this place, I didn't want to face the Overlord, I really didn't want to see him again for the rest of my life.

  The overbearing man held my waist and wouldn't let me move, he turned his body around, flipping me with him, he looked down at me crying, my mouth couldn't be controlled, tears also couldn't be stopped, flowing out chaotically.

  The overlord stared straight at me, I didn't want to meet his gaze, so I turned my head and looked at the wardrobe. The overlord's hand supported my cheek, turning my face back around, he told me that I had nothing to be pitied for, now everyone was selling their own things for money, for rights, at least I was being upfront and honest about it.

  He said those words with arrogance, accompanied by his usual disdain and indifference.

  Although he was talking to me, he was still moving in and out of me, but compared to the previous action, it was much gentler, at least I didn't feel too uncomfortable.

  I didn't expect the tyrant to say such things, it was too unexpected and shocking. He continued to ask me, do you know what people sell that is most terrifying? I shook my head, he told me it's conscience, the most fundamental conscience of human beings, he said do you know how many outrageous and inhumane things they have done?

  I'm not clear who they're referring to and I don't dare to know.

  At that time, the Overlord was like a wise philosopher, but soon I broke my imagination because the intensity of his impact suddenly became particularly large, and I was in so much pain that I had to bite my lower lip, just not to cry out.

  After he let go, he didn't pull out, and his body was pressed against mine, almost all of his strength was exerted on me. It's also strange to say that I don't feel as uncomfortable as before. His head was buried in my neck, and I felt him panting heavily, the warm air hitting my back.

  He and I were sticking together, after a while, he propped himself up and turned over to lie beside me. He looked much better, accompanying me to continue chatting. He pinched my cheek with great force, saying "I know you guys look down on me from the bone, you think I'm arrogant because I have an old dad."

  I really thought so, but I never thought Ba Wang would say it out loud. He shrugged his shoulders somewhat indifferently and told me that who is whose son is all fate, can't blame others. However, the first half of life can rely on one's father, while the second half can only rely on oneself. Whether people look up to him or not, he doesn't care about those people anyway.

  I believe what he says, no matter how arrogant and impudent he is, but nobody can deny that he has momentum and is a clever person. His privilege gave him the opportunity to surpass ordinary people, at the same time, he also needs to seize the opportunity, otherwise today's him is just relying on his father's halo as an official second generation.

  The temperature in the room had dropped very low, and even huddled under the blanket, I was shivering with cold. I asked him if he was cold, but he didn't respond. I shifted my body and snuggled into his chest, after all, as a man, his body temperature was higher than mine. He wrapped the blanket tightly around us and put his hands on my waist, which was equivalent to holding me in his arms. We were embracing like a normal couple, but it wasn't because we loved each other, rather because being close to each other made us warmer, and our hearts didn't feel as empty.

  We are one of the countless men and women who have been through the long, lonely nights in this desolate city, holding onto each other. But we don't talk about love or romance because we no longer believe in it, nor do we know how to love someone anymore.

  The tyrant soon fell asleep, making light breathing sounds, but my feet were especially cold and I couldn't sleep. I turned my face to look at the tyrant, his eyebrows were handsome, black and dense, very heroic, not like those weak and gentle Korean pretty boys that girls are chasing after nowadays.

  I just took a glance at Ba Wang and shifted my gaze away, I've said too much today and overstepped some boundaries. No matter what Ba Wang says, even if he doesn't look down on me, but our identities are different - one is a young lady, the other is a guest.

  After a while, I got up and closed the window. I sat on the chair for a bit, then went back to bed, but this time I didn't snuggle up against my husband; instead, I curled up in my own corner. My body was cool, but my heart was at peace.

  I closed my eyes, but I didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. I remained wide awake until dawn, watching as the sky gradually turned white. At 6 o'clock, I got out of bed, put on my clothes and left. This time, once again, I had been taken advantage of without getting paid.