A debt of vengeance must be repaid

  I think if I stay any longer, something even worse might happen. Before that happens, I'd better get out of here quickly. I got up from the sofa and ran upstairs to grab my bag and leave.

  The overlord stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm, asking me what I was doing. I told him that I wanted to leave, they could do whatever they wanted, it had nothing to do with me.

  The overlord looked down at me and said, "Lu Xiaowen, do you still think you're an outsider?" I had no idea what he meant by his words. I raised my head to meet the overlord's eyes, my voice rising in inquiry, asking him what he wanted to do with me, what they wanted to do with me. I said that I was just an ordinary woman, and how could I possibly attract the attention of such important people? I wasn't interested in their struggles, and whoever gained power had nothing to do with me.

  I don't want to be a soft persimmon, being pinched and taken at will, nor do I want to be a pawn on the plate, having my fate controlled by others. I finally managed to escape from the circle with great difficulty, so I just want to live a petit-bourgeois life. I am unwilling to get involved in an even darker and more vicious circle again.

  I raised my hand to pry open Ba Wang's grip on my arm, what kind of person is Ba Wang! He had a lot of strength, he pulled my arm hard and threw me onto the sofa. He lowered his head and stared at me, saying: Lu Xiao Wen, you'd better behave yourself, or else you won't even know how you die.

  His tone was unusually serious, I knew he wasn't joking. In fact, I had never seen the Overlord make a joke before. I stopped messing around and looked at him seriously, hoping he could give me an appropriate explanation.

  But the tyrant obviously wouldn't bother with me, he glanced at his watch, turned around and walked upstairs, I hesitated for a moment, still following behind him, not because I trusted the tyrant, but because I trusted Chen Sang, she had analyzed that the tyrant didn't really want to harm me.

  He pursed his lips and didn't speak. His face was heavy, as if thinking about something. I had a lot of questions to ask him, why he wanted to investigate me, how did he know my little aunt, what they planned to do with me. But looking at the tyrant's appearance, even if I asked, it would be useless, and he might even get furious!

  He went into the bedroom and told me to get a formal suit, even though I was reluctant, but still got him a black suit and helped him dress. The tie was tied by Bawang himself, who said to me as he tied it that he wouldn't be back tonight.

  I don't care whether he comes back or not, and I'm not worried about it either. My mind is a mess! Just as I was about to leave the house, the tyrant suddenly turned around and told me that it would be best if I didn't go out, and if there's anything I need, just ask the middle-aged woman to take care of it.

  I nodded weakly and nodded, Bawang took over the briefcase and left.

  As I saw his car disappear, I picked up the phone and called Chen Sang, telling him roughly what had happened. Of course, about grasping the economic lifeline, even if you killed me, I wouldn't tell Chen Sang.

  Chen Sang asked me if I knew what my little aunt did for work. In my impression, she didn't need to work at all. She was like a noblewoman from old times in TV dramas. Every day, she would wake up at 7 o'clock, dress up elegantly, wear a cheongsam and have breakfast, spend the morning reading books, take a nap, then get up to drink afternoon tea, occasionally chatting with a few middle-aged women, watering flowers, and arranging them.

  She was always living with elegant posture, but who could have imagined the scene of her car accident, how miserable, a big hole on her forehead, fresh blood gushing out from inside, her whole face covered in blood.

  Chen Sang insisted that my little aunt was someone else's mistress, otherwise where did the money come from to support the life of a noblewoman. I scolded Chen Sang on the phone.

  I opened my mouth to explain to the little girl, I said that her adoptive parents were originally from a wealthy family, and the inheritance left behind was enough for the little girl to live a rich life. But in my heart, I wasn't quite sure, because occasionally I also saw a man coming out of the little girl's bedroom, but I knew clearly that the little girl hadn't gotten married.

  I'm used to taking care of Xiaojie, she was the first person to be kind to me after my grandmother passed away. Chen Sang didn't dwell on emotional issues, she told me that things might have something to do with Xiaojie. She asked me to think carefully if there's anything unusual.

  My little sister-in-law has been dead for five years, even if there's really something going on, aren't all the yellow flowers already wilted? What kind of storm can be stirred up now? Moreover, I don't know anything about it!

  Chen Sang comforted me, telling me to stay quietly in the small white building. I asked her about things and she responded with vague affirmatives, I knew I couldn't get anything out of her so I stopped asking. I jokingly told Chen Sang why don't we sneak away! First, let's go through the formalities for tourism, then slip away quietly, after a while, we'll come back.

  Chen Sang snorted and said, "Do you think all travel agencies are stupid? And with that little money of yours, how long can you survive outside? Are you planning to be a street rat? She scolded me, Lu Xiaowen, can't you have some dignity.

  I found an excuse and hung up the phone. Today, both Bawang and Chen Sang scolded me for being incompetent, I sat on the sofa in a somewhat disheartened manner, I really can't figure out what it means to be competent.

  The next day, at the third watch of the night, Bawang returned. I was sleeping very soundly and dreaming that I had walked to a deserted mountain. The mountain was very familiar to me. I saw my grandmother, who was bending down to pick up firewood. As I approached her, a bear suddenly jumped out from somewhere and ran towards me, catching me. I let out a loud scream. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Bawang pressing down on me.

  He had the smell of smoke, alcohol and women's perfume on him. I don't know why some people say that smell isn't unpleasant, maybe my nose is particularly sensitive, but I find it especially unbearable. I reached out to push him away, he was originally buried in my neck, I made a fuss, he woke up, half-closing his eyes staring at me, that look reminded me of the lions on Animal Planet.

  Everyone says that after drinking, people become promiscuous and indeed, the tyrant lowered his head and started nibbling on my neck, his hands creeping under my clothes. His whole body reeked of a pungent smell, which made me feel uncomfortable just by smelling it. I pushed him, trying to get him into the bathroom, but he was much stronger than me, pinning me down firmly.

  People are originally irritable, and I've been feeling annoyed lately. So I did something very impressive - I suddenly pushed open the door of my house, shouting loudly at Li Ying: "You damn well better not touch me!"

  He was pushed by me to the other side of the bed, forming a big character. He obviously didn't expect me to make such a scene, he turned over and scolded me, saying Lu Xiaowen, you damn well think you're living too long, dare to launch a surprise attack on Laozi.

  I saw him frowning, glaring, and gritting his teeth, looking like he was about to lose his temper. I lowered my voice and smiled, saying, "Why don't you go take a bath first? Soaking your body will make you feel more comfortable."

  The Overlord snorted coldly, looking at me with the same gaze as the Tathagata Buddha looked at Sun Wukong. He said, "Weren't you being very arrogant just now? How did you change your tune so quickly?"

  I'm too lazy to say anything else, I lie down straight and stiff, if he wants to do it, just come on! After all, it's not the first time, at most it's just a bit uncomfortable. I generously let him sleep, but he's unhappy, kicking me hard, saying you think I care about you, get out of my way.

  I rolled over on the bed, stopped at the edge, and snuggled into my own little corner. The tyrant kicked me in the butt with one foot, I had expected him to do something so unrefined, and I fell off the bed with a thud.

  My butt slammed onto the floor, and the back of my head couldn't avoid it either. It really hurt like hell. Luckily it was a wooden floor; if it were a tile floor, I would have been done for. In my heart, I had already cursed that bastard Ba Wang eight hundred times.

  I sprang up from the ground and saw Ba Wang lying on the bed, his right hand propping up his head as he laughed, making a "heh heh" sound. I didn't want to stay in the same room as this son of a bitch, so I turned around and was about to walk out.

  The overlord yelled at me, asking what I was doing. He's so clever, how could he not understand my intention? He climbed up and leaned against the bed board, discontentedly asking who let you leave? Come back to Laozi.

  He really treats me like a robot, or a remote-controlled robot. He tells me to go somewhere and I have to go there. At this moment, I'm so depressed that I'd rather pick up the pillow and smash his face. What right does he have to order me around?

  He told me to go to bed. At night, people are not rational and more emotional. The stubbornness that I had lost for many years suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and I stood still on the ground.

  The tyrant opened the drawer, took out a cigarette and lit it, slowly sucking on it. He looked at me with disdain and said, "Lu Xiaowen, if you really have any guts, stand up straight! He dropped his harsh words, extinguished the cigarette, and pulled up the quilt, even covering his own hair tightly. I stood still, as if holding my breath.

  The house is centrally air-conditioned, with a constant temperature of over 20 degrees. I can wear thin pajamas and stand still, but it's still cold. I don't know how long I've been standing, my body starts to feel chilly, and my mind becomes clearer. I think I'm an idiot. In the middle of the night, I punish myself by standing. This world probably can't find another one like me.

  Actually, I'm not a very proud person who likes to save face. My heart started wavering, who doesn't want to snuggle up in a warm blanket? I thought about giving up and admitting defeat. After all, the one suffering is myself, why bother being at odds with myself, right?

  The tyrant suddenly threw open the quilt, glaring at me and scolding, "Get up here for your old man! If you dawdle again, I'll throw you out as a door god, believe it or not?" Looking at his appearance, I understood that I couldn't continue to provoke him, so I had to go down the stairs quickly and dive into the quilt.

  He reached out and pulled me into his arms, still glaring at me fiercely. He said, "You ambushed me once, I'll ambush you once, we're even."

  He's really vengeful and petty!