Chapter 30: Ruthless Hands Destroying Flowers
In the southern suburbs of Xugou Town, there is a very elegant villa called Qingyuan Xiaozhu, with an extremely large area. Inside, there are many flowers and grasses, but they are not messy, and most of them are rare and precious varieties. On the east side of the villa, there is a small swimming pool, about 50 meters square, with crystal-clear water that reveals the clean and beautiful decorations at the bottom of the pool. The surrounding area has stone railings with rich and beautiful carvings. Next to the swimming pool is a pavilion with a long wooden chair, looking very spacious. To the west, there is a large garden surrounded by colonnades, occupying almost half of the villa's area. In the center of the garden stands a two-story building that is not too big, roughly round in shape, with an exterior decorated with white marble, giving it a classic and elegant look that stands out particularly well in the garden.
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The first floor of the building is a very large living room, with tables and chairs arranged in a very elegant manner, making it look rich but not messy. On the walls are hung several famous calligraphic paintings, showing the owner's cultivation and demeanor. There is only one small room around the hall. A circular red wooden balustrade marble staircase leads directly to the second floor. On the second floor, there is a corridor along the stairs, with three rooms on each side.
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At this time, a girl of about 14 or 15 years old was standing in the corridor. She had a slender and elegant figure, with a light dusting of rouge on her face, wearing a red woolen scarf, a tight-fitting cyan jacket, and a long skirt with yellow base and pink flowers. Her mood must have been very tense, she raised her hand several times but didn't dare to knock on the door, her face was flushed, and her eyes revealed panic. After standing still for a long time, she finally tidied up her clothes again, then lightly knocked on the wooden door, making a crisp and light sound.
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"Come in!" A magnetic male voice came from inside, with a hint of faint annoyance.
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The girl listened and became more tense, quietly unlocking the door and walking in with her head down.
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There was a boy inside, who although had his eyebrows furrowed and an unpleasant expression on his face at the moment, still looked very handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary air about him. The boy was Xiao Jian.
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Xiao Jian glanced at the girl and softly complained: "Why are you just arriving now?"
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The girl hung her head, her eyes seeming to stare at her own prominent chest, and said in a low voice: "I just went to eat!"
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Xiao Jian didn't say much, walked over and hugged the girl tightly, startling her so that her eyes showed extreme panic, her heart racing like a deer, but she didn't dare struggle.
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Xiao Jian smiled lightly, his eyes seeming to reveal a hint of disdain. He said calmly, "What's there to be nervous about? Didn't you say you liked me? You're usually so proactive, what are you pretending today?"
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The girl listened, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she didn't dare speak or look at him.
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Xiao Jian was neat and efficient, his expression still calm, and he immediately helped the girl take off her top, revealing her tender skin, warm and fragrant. The girl's body began to tremble slightly, her small white teeth biting tightly on her red lips, not daring to move. Xiao Jian took a look, smiled lightly, "What's wrong? Are you afraid? Don't you want to?" Before he finished speaking, he quickly removed all of her clothes with a few slaps, revealing a warm and fragrant body that was shyly trembling. Xiao Jian let out a cold hum, quickly removing his own clothes, then picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Xiao Jian looked at this moving and delicate body, his eyes filled with intense hatred, and he pressed down on her forcefully, pulling over the quilt beside them to cover their exposed bodies.
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Xiao Jian's face turned increasingly ugly, staring at the girl's blushing pink face, his hands tightly grasping her firm breasts, his body fiercely thrusting upwards, without regard for the tears streaming from the girl's eyes. The girl's face contorted in agony, her eyes overflowing with unnatural tears, her lips bitten until they bled, her hands clutching the bed sheets, her entire body covered in large beads of sweat. Xiao Jian's wild body continued to heave and thrust, the entire bed shaking rhythmically, emitting soft creaks, his mouth gasping for air, as if he wanted to vent all the hatred in his heart on this frail body. This was a crazy revenge, a brutal destruction, how could an ordinary girl endure such immense pain!
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Her body under him gradually went limp, the girl's face turned pale and weak, her eyes scattered, and she slowly fainted. Xiao Jian's fierce impact continued, wave after wave, increasingly violent, but finally with a loud roar, he shot out from beneath her, only then did he collapse exhaustedly on top of the girl's body, tightly embracing her, his panting mouth began to invade the girl's delicate lips again, while below, it flowed out continuously, and only stopped after a long time.
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It wasn't until much later that the girl slowly came to, looking up at Xiao Jian who was lying on top of her with a gaze, tears welling up in her eyes as she began to sob quietly.
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Xiao Jian saw it and angrily shouted: "What are you crying about? Do you feel wronged?"
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The girl listened, and her heart ached even more. She closed her red and swollen eyes, and tears gushed out like a fountain from her eyelashes. All of this was like a nightmare for her, the suffering she was enduring was more painful than hell, and she couldn't help but secretly regret her foolishness, secretly regret her poor judgment. Although she knew it was an unrealistic dream, she still couldn't resist trying. Is it only after experiencing it that women know regret? She didn't know, all she knew was that she finally understood life - the plain flavor of life wasn't woven from dreams, and not every Cinderella could find a fairy tale-like white prince. Moreover, she wasn't Cinderella, but a beautiful girl who was lovely at first sight, a proud student who was cherished by ordinary boys, yet why did she have to suffer this fate?
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Xiao Jian looked at her with a slanted gaze for a long time, seemingly feeling that he had gone too far. He gently wiped away the tears streaming from her eyes and said slowly: "Zhang Yan, I was in a bad mood just now, don't cry anymore, okay?"
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Zhang Yan still sobbed for a long time before opening her eyes, looking at Xiao Jian, as if she felt he had become very strange, and yet seemed to feel that he had become more gentle, with conflicting emotions in her heart, also suffering extremely, the physical pain only gradually recovering, becoming increasingly unable to move.
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Xiao Jian glanced at her, got out of bed, covered her with the quilt and said softly as he walked away: "You rest for a while, don't worry, I'll get you something to eat later. I've already asked for leave for you this afternoon."
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The door creaked open and Xiao Jian went out, then creaked again as it was closed.
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Zhang Yan's eyes gazed at the elegant and beautiful lamp on the ceiling, her gaze somewhat dull, her mind a complete blank.
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Is it jealousy? Is it resentment? Is it self-deprecation? Xiao Jian's heart was in a mess, especially when he saw that Fang Xiaoyin and Huang Xiuying had both fallen deeply in love with Wu Xin at first sight. The feeling was indescribable, with a mix of sourness, spiciness, bitterness, and saltiness all surging up inside him. Xiao Jian felt indignant - what could he possibly be worse at than Wu Xin? How could he lose to this weak and incompetent pretty boy? Xiao Jian couldn't understand why his fierce attacks hadn't captured Huang Xiuying's heart, while Wu Xin had effortlessly won over not one but two beauties. The more Xiao Jian thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret - two beautiful flowers were being wasted on a pile of cow dung! What a waste! Was this really fate? Suddenly, Xiao Jian felt a pang of "what's the point of living?"
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In the midst of suffering, Xiao Jian still had an air of elegance and nonchalance. This was the very appearance that could make girls scream with delight, this was the magical appearance that could make girls throw themselves into his arms! Wasn't Zhang Yan upstairs, who had been ravaged, the best example? But why did Huang Xiuying not have any reaction at all?
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Xiao Jian couldn't understand, especially the humiliation he suffered from Huang Xiuying that morning. How could she bear to use such words to respond to his smile? How could she bear it?! Xiao Jian was deeply hurt and stimulated at that moment. He was too proud, too arrogant, and couldn't tolerate a single grain of sand in his eyes, so he wanted revenge, he wanted to vent! And the target was Zhang Yan, who was still unable to move now.
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He treated her as Huang Xiuying, and when he stripped off her clothes, what came to his mind was her body. So he thrust in fiercely, without a hint of tenderness, only fiercely inserting his sharp tip, colliding, and reaching the deepest point. He knew it was her first time, but he still couldn't soften his heart! Perhaps he was too cruel, Xiao Jian thought.
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When his sharpness was tightly clamped by her, he had a warm comfort and an exciting surround. This feeling made him more energetic and reacted more strongly. When she was ravished to tears and ravished to faint, Xiao Jian only felt some heartache. After all, the mistake was not hers, she had never offended herself, but rather genuinely liked himself.
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At that moment, Xiao Jian felt a little guilty and pitied her, but the sword had already been drawn and not yet reached its climax. He could only continue to conquer, continue to charge forward, feeling the pleasure of this **, continuing the unfinished journey. When the pleasure reached its peak, when the joy reached its peak, he finally lost control, finally vented out with an irresistible passion, pouring and drenching. At that moment, his mood was extremely relaxed.
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Xiao Jian thought about the afternoon's sunlight, and his mood relaxed a lot, but he also felt some guilt in his heart. He didn't know whether he should go face her heartbreaking gaze, or comfort her. Logically, he should, but he obviously didn't love her, so Xiao Jian was hesitant. Taking out a cigarette, lighting it up lightly, letting the numbing sensation slowly anesthetize his feelings, Xiao Jian smoked while slowly savoring the melancholic feeling of the smoke. Suddenly, Xiao Jian extinguished the cigarette, made up his mind, and with a surge of hot blood, went upstairs.
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The door creaked open and Xiao Jian forced a smile as he carried over a cup of hot water.
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Zhang Yan lay motionless in her bed, despite the dirty and damp conditions, she was unable to move, and could only lie there silently.
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When Xiao Jian walked in with a cup of hot water, she felt a little strange and a little shy, and at the same time, she noticed his forced smile, his fake smile. Was it just to vent on her? Didn't he have any feelings for her at all? Zhang Yan actually already knew the answer, but couldn't help asking herself again, a foolish question that expected miracles! If it were in the past, Zhang Yan would have woven more and more illusions with her dreams, but now she wouldn't. Now she had been made to see clearly this world, this world full of heaviness, cruelty, and blood and tears. The world was too realistic, leaving no room for dreams! So at this moment, her heart was actually very calm, as still as dead water.
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Xiao Jian gently wiped her clean, then brought another blanket to wrap her in, carefully carrying her to a clean sofa in the room. He did it with great care, as if filled with tenderness and affection. Then he quietly cleaned up the stains on the bed. Zhang Yan didn't struggle or move, just letting him arrange her, her eyes becoming very clear and deep.
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"Do you hate me?" Xiao Jian asked, unable to help but ask when he saw her gaze after everything was over.
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Zhang Yan didn't answer, she just glanced at him nonchalantly and said softly: "What do you think?"
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"I know you're feeling wronged and resentful towards me, but I won't blame you!" He let out a long sigh and said calmly: "Are you feeling better? How about we go get something to eat together?"
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"I'm not hungry, I just want to go home!" She said lightly and threw off the blanket, naked, went to get her clothes, put them on calmly, as if Xiao Jian was not by her side.
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Her plump jade body, lively and dynamic twin peaks strongly stimulated his senses, but Xiao Jian was unmoved, because he saw the coldness in Zhang Yan's eyes, a deep-seated coldness that also contained a hint of disdain for himself. Xiao Jian found this gaze very sharp, too calm, calmly frightening.
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Zhang Yan put on her clothes and then glanced at Xiao Jian. Xiao Jian quickly opened the door for her. The two of them walked out one after another.
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"May I give you something? It's purely a memento, a sincere keepsake and blessing, absolutely no other intention, I can swear on my conscience!" Xiao Jian said lightly, but his tone was very serious.
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Zhang Yan looked at him with a very strange gaze.
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Xiao Jian took out a small booklet from his pocket and handed it to her with a serious expression: "This is something I accidentally found at a small bookstall, I think it's very interesting, the writing seems very real, although it's not worth much, would you like to take it?"
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Zhang Yan looked at the book with a strange expression, gently took it over, and indeed it was a martial arts novel. The title was very clichéd and very thin, written on it was "The Great Awakening Method of Carefree". Zhang Yan gently opened it up, but suddenly had a very strange feeling, a very astonished feeling, a feeling more illusory than a dream, more empty than a fantasy!
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(End of Volume 1)
