Chapter 37: Do You Think It's Dirty?

  There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and even from a distance of one meter, she could still smell it. His handsome face had some redness after drinking, his clothes were a bit wrinkled and untidy, and his footsteps were somewhat floating.

  "Where have you been? Why didn't I see you all afternoon?" She gazed at him with an unyielding stare.

  "Hehe, where did I go, do you care? " Ye Song smiled lightly, those clear and charming eyes revealed a deep sadness, with a hint of self-mockery in her laughter. "Tell me, do you care, where did I go, will you be concerned?"

  Qian Lian Xia frowned at him with this self-abandoning look, pursed her lips and remained silent.

  "You can't answer, huh?" Ye Song sneered, "Hmph, since you don't care, then my business has nothing to do with you!" His figure stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

  Qian Lian Xia muttered to herself, went forward and supported his body that was about to fall to the ground, "Where is your room? I'll send you——" The two words 'go back' were still stuck in her throat when she saw the bright red lip print on his neck, so deep that it almost blinded her.

  She couldn't believe it, as if her heart had been pierced by a sharp sword and suddenly split into two pieces. She was deaf to all sounds and unable to speak, she just stared blankly at the red lip print on his neck, the whole world in front of her turned upside down.

  Hurriedly withdrawing her hand, Chihiro stumbled backward one step, staring fixedly at the mark.

  The words of the second master and that strange man echoed in his ears, like a sudden thunderclap on a June day, rolling in continuously.

  "Don't think I don't know what those stinky girls are thinking, she just wants to make Ye Shengge that stinky little brat the boss, right?"

  "She must have been eager to support Ye Shengge in becoming the leader of the gang, since the previous leader's death was exactly what she had wished for. This way, she could openly and unscrupulously collude with that little rascal Ye Shengge!"

  "Who doesn't know that the woman had an affair with Ye Shengge, and now that the master is dead, she's finally got what she wanted. I wonder how happy she must be, finally having the chance to support her lover in his rise to power."

  Qian Lian Xia covered her mouth tightly and widened her eyes, she couldn't believe that this was the truth.

  On impulse, she rushed in front of him and tore open his overcoat and shirt. With a fierce tug, the buttons burst off and rolled to the ground with a rattling sound. She didn't care, and smoothly opened his collar.

  Her face turned pale as paper in an instant.

  Inside the scattered collar, on that jade-like chest, there were dense red bruises and hickeys. Those deep purple bruises spread all over the jade-like chest, extending down to the lower abdomen.

  Qian Lian Xia only felt a flame, rumbling from her limbs to the top of her head, burning her body to pieces.

  Hao Lianpeng's eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and he gave his subordinates a look that was as if to kill, as they walked by her with a fleeting glance.

  Ye Sheng Ge grasped the hand that was clutching his collar, and in her eyes flashed intense pain and sorrow. His throat felt dry as he looked at her with a gaze filled with desperate despair. "You know everything now?"

  Qian Lian Xia's gaze at him seemed to be unaware of what he was saying, her eyes were confused and dazed.

  "Do you think it's dirty?" His voice was low and melancholic, yet as gentle as a breeze that could blow everything clean.

  "Why, Ye Song, why?" Qian Lian Xia stared at him foolishly, as if she was seeing him for the first time. She couldn't believe it and kept repeating "why".

  "You thought I was dirty from the start, what's dirty, do you know? Do you know what's dirty?" His thin lips slipped out a smile, and his clear face turned pale.

  "Want to see, just how dirty I am? In your eyes, what kind of dirty person is Ye Sheng Ge?!?" His tone was filled with a despair that could not be suppressed, like a lion on the verge of death, letting out a low and hoarse growl.

  He tore at his clothes with a long fingered hand, almost without unbuttoning them.

  Clothing scattered piece by piece, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and fluttering around the room. The bare upper body, smooth as jade, had shed its restraints and was now exposed under the scorching light.

  At a glance, Qian Lixia only felt pain. The kiss marks on her jade-like skin went from the front of her chest to her back, and the scratches left by the woman's fingernails remained on her back. The red blood beads slowly coagulated, but the scars would not fade away.

  It's as if it were some kind of shame that would never fade away.

  Suddenly, her eyes stung and she should have hated him for all the bad things he had done to her. She should have hated him, but at this moment, seeing those hickeys all over his body, she only felt that kind of pain, painful to the point where her internal organs were twisted together.

  She thought of the mistress's face, which was well-maintained but had subtle wrinkles, her plump body, her age nearing forty, that she was Ye Shengge's stepmother, and the scene of Ye Shengge being suppressed by her.

  She tightly closed her eyes, she couldn't bear to think about it anymore, she was afraid that if she thought about it any longer, she would lose control and go crazy.

  "What, are you afraid to look? Why are you afraid to look, aren't you angry with me? Now it's good, finally someone has stood up to punish this so-called bad person in your eyes. You should be happy about that! Why are you afraid to look, look at me! Look at the bad person in your eyes, how shameful and dirty I am!!" Ye Song sneered at her, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

  The lamp light flickered, the night outside was desolate and eerie, the cold wind howled, but even though the warmth inside the house was palpable, it couldn't penetrate into Qian Lian Xia's heart.

  Her voice was already hoarse, and with that bewildered gaze, she looked at him, sentence by sentence pleading, "Why, Ye Songge, what's the reason, you're Ye Songge, why do you want to do this?!" Qian Lixia asked with difficulty.

  He is Ye Song, that refreshing and charming man, that bad man, the man who took advantage of her, the man who spoke softly to her. The man in her memory, who was so proud and carefree, why did he have to do this? Was it just for the position of leader? For that position, he could sacrifice so much?

  "Xiao Yatou," Ye Shengge wailed, her voice trembling with pain that she couldn't hide, "you don't understand, you don't understand anything?"

  "In the early winter indoors, he was only wearing a top, seemingly impervious to the cold. His lips curled into a sneer as intense emotions almost tore apart every nerve in his body. 'Do you know that from the moment you were born, you've never been welcomed? Your father couldn't acknowledge you, your family didn't want you... Have you ever seen with your own eyes the scene of your only mother dying in front of you? Do you know the pain in your heart when blood flowed all over the ground? And do you know that those so-called family members who refused to acknowledge you tried every means to kill you? Have you had days where you were constantly being pursued and killed?"

  He spoke incoherently, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

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