My Woman (2007)

  After the tyrant left, I was still pondering his last sentence. I'm not a fool, how could I not understand what he meant? I clearly know that I am just an insignificant pawn on the chessboard. I couldn't figure out what the adults wanted to do, but I felt that the tyrant wouldn't harm himself, so I stayed by his side obediently. I was waiting for the day when I would be useless and become a discarded piece, then I could return home and live my simple life quietly.

  It's also because of this reason that I don't even dare touch the money in the drawer, just sleep and forget about it. What I fear most is being unable to repay kindness and being soft on others' generosity.

  A single sentence from the overbearing king messed up my plan. He wouldn't actually think of really controlling me, would he? Only someone with a ghostly temper could put up with him; he's generous with his hands, but I don't want to spend all day on tenterhooks, watching his face to get by.

  My mind is a mess, the credit card in my hand feels uncomfortable against my palm. I raise my hand and throw the credit card onto the bed. I rush to the living room, turn on the TV, and switch to the toilet channel. The screen is showing my favorite soap opera, but I'm feeling irritable, holding the remote control and randomly changing channels.

  I tuned into a local channel, and the announcer said that the police had cracked a huge drug trafficking case. As soon as I heard the words "drug trafficking", I thought of Hei Zi. My gaze stayed on the people wearing black masks, carefully identifying them until I was sure that Hei Zi was not among them, and then I let out a sigh of relief.

  Walking on the night road for a long time, I will inevitably meet ghosts. I can determine that Heizi's ending is only one kind, he hid today, but what about tomorrow? I don't know. Now many people are losing everything because of drug addiction, and selling drugs is wrong. But I remember Heizi dragging his right leg as he walked away, and the words he said before he left, he said that if a person has a way out, they won't take that road, so who drove him to take that road, and whose fault is it?

  The college entrance exam is over, and I don't know if his sister can get into a prestigious university. I wanted to give Heizi a call, but when I opened my address book, I remembered that he had changed his number a long time ago. The last time I asked him for his phone number, he brushed me off with a few words, and I didn't ask again.

  I put down my phone and switched back to the toilet radio, watching the vulgar segments inside.

  The tyrant returned at around eleven o'clock, constantly pressing the doorbell, again and again. The house was filled with the ear-piercing sound of the doorbell. My movements were a bit slow, he raised his foot to kick, the wooden door made a loud noise, as if bandits had entered the village.

  As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ba Wang leaning against the door frame with a lazy look on his face, kicking his feet restlessly. I smelled the scent of wine on him and saw that his cheeks were flushed red. His capacity for liquor was something I knew all too well; it seemed someone had been drinking wine like water.

  I reached out to help him, he waved his hand and said I have legs, why can't I walk by myself? I immediately withdrew my hand, I must be out of my mind to try to help him, good intentions don't always get good returns.

  The overbearing man walked ahead of me, sat down on the sofa with a plop, glanced at the screen, and looked at me with disdain. He pointed to the handsome male lead on TV and said, "You women are just drooling over his face, you're so superficial."

  His tone is very disdainful, and I don't like him much either. I haven't seen any of his works, but he's become a popular young actor overnight. In my eyes, all men are the same, and can be described with one word: beasts. The difference is just between those who have money and power, and those who don't.

  The tyrant told me that the little birthmark was a concubine, and before that he was Wen Xin's favorite, a model with a good figure. Wen Xin said his oral skills were not bad. Later, Wen Xin got tired of him and threw him to a very famous director.

  I heard Ba Wang say that, my mouth was wide open, and I turned to look at the male lead on the screen. Maybe it's for ratings, but the male lead is taking a fake shower under the sprinkler, showing off his six-pack abs. It reminded me of when he leaned in close to Wen Xin, saying those indecent words, and suddenly I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. I grabbed the remote control and turned it off.

  The overbearing king raised an eyebrow and said, "Aren't you infatuated with me? Do you want me to get you an autograph?" I thought of his hands that had held Wen Xin's thing, taking up the pen to sign for me. His grandma, it was extremely disgusting. I hastily shook my head and said I didn't want it.

  He said he was thirsty, I handed him water and he grabbed my hand asking if I wanted to be a star. He said don't all you women want to be female stars and walk the red carpet?

  I stared at the Tyrant in disbelief, pointing at myself. What identity do I have? A nightclub hostess! As soon as I show my face, I don't know how many people will drool to death. The Tyrant shrugged and said indifferently that Shi Xiu wants to invest in a new movie, and stuffing me into the female lead role is definitely no problem.

  He pinched my face and said that nowadays, as long as you have the skills, even if you're a B-list celebrity, everyone will praise you as a fairy. What are you worried about? I shook my head and told the boss that I didn't want to do it, they had to sleep with sponsors, then the director, and also sleep with famous male actors.

  The overbearing man wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me to the sofa. With a tone of habitual arrogance, he said, "Just sleep with me and that's enough. My woman, even if those people had ten times more guts, they wouldn't dare have any ideas about you."

  My woman, those four words gave me goosebumps. I recall someone from a few hours ago scolding me for being unclean, and just the other day, they sneered at me with disdain, calling me a mistress. A love that mistakenly entered the dusty world.

  The tyrant was lying on me, and unlike before, his hands didn't irregularly dig into my clothes. His hand inserted into my hair, frowning and saying, "I just can't understand what you women are thinking, good hair is dyed in five colors and six colors, making it look like a monster."

  I glanced at my burgundy hair, he simply doesn't understand what fashion is, this is called sexy, okay? I'm too lazy to bother with him, I won't go dye it black just because of his preferences, as for whether he likes it or not, I couldn't care less.

  He grabbed my hair and told me that he couldn't stand the sight of me, just looking at me made him want to burn everything down. Damn it, I finally understood why he had to grab my hair so hard, it was because he couldn't stand me. I raised my head vigilantly and shrunk my body back.

  He laughed at my reaction. He looked good when he smiled, of course, definitely not as dazzling as the popular young actor. He lowered his head and stared at me, intimidating me, saying that my lighter was there, go find it!

  After he finished, his hand went down and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and held on tight. I think he's not just any ordinary scoundrel, every time using this trick, isn't he tired of it?! He laughed even more excessively, making a snickering sound, and opened his hands saying "I won't play with you anymore".

  He got up from me, looking like he was going to enter the bedroom. He walked a few steps and turned his head, looking at me with an expression that was particularly annoying. He said, "Lu Xiaowen, no matter what method you use, turn back into black tomorrow. Looking at your messy hair makes me want to vomit and I feel like punching you a few times."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and left quickly. Dammit, what color is my hair, what's it to him? Mind your own business! On the street, if you randomly grab someone, their hair is either blonde or red, some are even dyed green in an exaggerated way. If he really has skills, why doesn't he go beat up those women instead?!