Chapter One Ye Ming

  Qingjing City, Mohe Park.

  The night is deep and dark, with stars twinkling like diamonds against the sky. Dark clouds drift lazily across the moon, obscuring its pale light. A misty haze hangs in the air, as if rain is imminent.

  The lights in the park are a bit dim, and on the lush green lawn of the scattering machine, couples can be seen strolling hand in hand everywhere. On the square dozens of meters wide, some elderly people are practicing dance.

  In the summer, from 7 to 9 pm is a very prosperous time in Mohe Park. Street vendors and outdoor KTV will start business inside Mohe Park.

  In a corner, on a wooden chair, sat a man with disheveled hair and stubble all over his face. His eyes were somewhat dull as he held a cigarette in his hand, taking occasional puffs.

  His tightly furrowed eyebrows and disheveled face stood out starkly against the lively crowd.

  Men and women passing by couldn't help but take a few steps back, pointing and staring at the man.

  The man didn't care about the gossip, picked up the remaining half of beer beside him, drank a few mouthfuls with his head raised, and then lowered his head to smoke again.

  Time passes, and all this is cyclical.

  Gradually, the people in the park became fewer and fewer, until finally, even the lights gradually went out, the sounds disappeared, time seemed to stand still, with only one man left, maintaining that posture, sitting on a wooden chair, smoking and drinking.

  Sand! Sand!

  Some hesitant and some urgent contradictory footsteps broke the tranquility here.

  "Yè Míng."

  The voice was a little hoarse, but with a hint of soft beauty. The tone was mixed with a bit of helplessness, a bit of excitement, and a bit of sighing.

  The man's shoulders shook, but he didn't lift his head. He only pinched the cigarette between his index finger and thumb, unconsciously increasing the force until the unfinished cigarette was slowly crushed out, even scorching his fingers, yet he felt nothing.

  The footsteps came from afar and drew near, finally stopping in front of the man.

  Although she didn't lift her head, she could see the sky blue and white dress made of pure silk, which was slightly transparent, revealing a pair of slender white legs inside. Under the silk skirt, her clean and white jade-like feet shone with a lustrous glow, wrapped in a pair of white Nunnery sandals.

  "One, two, three...... thirty-eight."

  Her voice was soft and beautiful, but it was mixed with a deep sense of helplessness that was well hidden. After a brief pause, she said softly: "Four hours, you've smoked thirty-eight cigarettes."

  Silence.

  The man seemed not to have heard, and picked up the beer bottle beside him. Suddenly, he found that a whole box of beer he had brought over was gone without realizing it.

  "Go home, okay?" The woman's voice was trembling, as if she was trying her best to hold back tears.

  "Go home?"

  The man paused for a moment, then finally lifted his head and stared at the woman's beautiful face. After gazing at her for a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Do I still have a home?"

  The woman's body trembled, and she took a few steps back, trying her best to hold back tears. She said softly, "Ye Ming, the past is gone, we should give our next half of life a beautiful starting point, don't you think? Some things are gone, and they can never come back."

  In the end, the woman couldn't help it, and before she had even finished speaking, her sparkling eyes slowly fell from their starry orbits.

  "Be calm, don't cry."

  The man slowly stood up, raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, as if he wanted to forever imprint her face on his mind.

  "We should all give ourselves and each other a beautiful starting point."

  The man's mouth curled up and he smiled: "My former self was decadent, unbearable, arrogant, and had no sense of responsibility. I know, I'm not worthy of you."

  The girl's shoulders kept trembling, and the tears in her eyes flowed down her fair and beautiful face, tracing two tear marks.

  "Today, the last day, the last night, the last call for you - Qing Ya."

  The man walked forward slowly, without even noticing his own dirty hands, gently wiping away the tear stains on the woman's face, and smiled: "Wish you happiness."

  After finishing speaking, the man looked at the woman for a while again, finally took a deep breath and turned around to leave.

  The woman's sobbing gradually changed from whimpering to loud wailing.

  She really wanted to go up and pull him back, tell him how much she loved him, that she didn't want to leave him. But thinking of the past, a whole decade, her footsteps finally came to a stop.

  On the Menghe Bridge, looking at the woman's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, the man's turbid eyes were slightly red, his lips tightly pursed, and fine tooth marks slowly appeared on his lips. The originally tattered clothes were unknowingly torn to shreds by him.

  "Tomorrow is the wedding..."

  The man's face turned pale, he squatted down on the ground, muttering: "Ye Ming, you are a waste, you are a useless waste! The girl who followed you for ten years, in the end, still married someone else, waste! Complete and utter waste!"

  Rumble...

  The originally somewhat dim sky suddenly struck a loud thunder, flashing with silvery white lightning, and flashed by in the sky. The sparse raindrops slowly started falling down.

  "Heavens, even you're laughing at me, are you?"

  The man looked up at the sky with his head raised, and his face was gradually wetted by the rain. Among them, there seemed to be some crystal clear objects mixed in that were different from the rainwater.

  His name is Ye Ming, after graduating from college, he achieved nothing, indulging in online games and street fighting all day long. As a result, the girl he had been with for ten years since his senior year of college was now getting married, but the groom wasn't him.

  When he heard that Wang Qingya was going to get married, Ye Ming only felt a buzzing in his head, the sky spinning and the earth turning, as if he had been struck by lightning.

  At this moment, he thought of the little things that had happened over the past decade. He didn't blame Wang Qingya for hiding from him her relationship with another man, nor did he blame her for hiding from him her upcoming marriage.

  Because Wang Qingya had no choice, she needed money to treat her brother's illness and to support her sister's living expenses, but she was just a small company employee with a monthly salary of over 2,000 yuan.

  Even with a monthly salary of over 2,000 yuan, Wang Qingya still manages to save some money and bear her own living expenses.

  Ten years ago, she was so beautiful, so fresh and elegant, so pitiful.

  At this time, however, he was so thin that his complexion was somewhat pale, and he had a slightly sickly look.

  She's too tired...

  Ye Ming's first thought was that he had made a mistake, and it was a ten-year mistake!

  For the past decade, Wang Qingya has not been without confiding in herself. She had spoken softly to herself and also quarreled with herself. Even when she knew that her brother was ill and that her sister needed money for school, she never made an effort.

  In the past, everything cannot be recalled. Those rumors and gossip, those pointing fingers, compared to Ye Ming's current headache, seem pale to the extreme.

  "Thirty-three years old, elegant and refined, you really should get married..."

  Dragging his tired footsteps, Ye Ming walked out of Mohe Bridge, his figure somewhat exhausted. As he crossed the highway, a bright red Ferrari came speeding towards him from the opposite direction.

  "Hah!!!"

  The extremely ear-piercing screech of the brakes brought Ye Ming back from his regret, he furrowed his brow and turned to look at the luxury car that had stopped right in front of him, just a hair's breadth away from crashing into him.

  "Damn it, are you blind? Can't you see there's a car coming from here? Are you looking for death?"

  The Ferrari door opened, and two people got out, a man and a woman. The man was handsome, while the woman was dressed in a flashy and seductive manner. When they saw Ye Ming's shabby appearance, the young man frowned and immediately began to scold him loudly.

  That coquettish woman was playing with a black touchscreen mobile phone in her hand, and she muttered to herself: "I don't know what today's yellow calendar is. I wanted to test this solar-powered mobile phone, but unexpectedly it's cloudy, not to mention that I almost hit a beggar, really unlucky."

  Ye Ming furrowed his brow, he was in no mood to bicker with these two, and turned to leave.

  "Halt!"

  The young man shouted: "Almost got me into a car accident, can you just leave like that?"

  Ye Ming's footsteps paused, he was already feeling annoyed in his heart, he looked at the young man and said in a low voice: "Then what do you want to do?"

  "How's that? Hmph, if you crawl through from my place, I'll let you off this once. Otherwise, have someone collect your corpse right now! Don't think I'm scaring you, killing a person is no different from killing an ant to me." The young man pointed at his own **, threatening.

  Ye Ming furrowed his brow, he could guess that this was definitely another rich second generation or official second generation guy. As for what he said, Ye Ming didn't doubt it at all. In today's society, as long as you have money, anything can be done.

  The woman on the side watched with interest, but didn't seem too surprised, probably because she was used to it.

  Ye Ming took a deep breath, slowly turned around and walked towards the young man.

  "Haha, this is more like it!" The young man laughed wildly as he saw Ye Ming approaching.

  He walked up to the young man, his footsteps steady. The young man's face showed displeasure, and just as he was about to speak, Ye Ming suddenly threw a punch, directly hitting the young man's left eye.

  "Ah!!"

  A shrill cry like a slaughtered pig came from the young man's mouth, as if he had never been treated this way before. He covered his eyes and rolled around on the ground in despair.

  Ye Ming put all his strength into this punch. Over the years, he had often fought and brawled, long ago developing a good physique. Taking on four or five people at once was no problem for him. This one punch was enough to blind that young man's eyes.

  He glanced at the man lying on the ground and shifted his gaze to the woman. Although she was dressed in a flashy manner, it had to be said that she looked quite good.

  It's almost eleven o'clock at night, and the entire highway is empty except for Ye Ming and the three of them. The man was beaten to the ground, and when he saw Ye Ming coming, the woman trembled and retreated a few steps back.

  Ye Ming narrowed his eyes and slowly walked forward, saying in a low voice: "Take off your clothes."

  The girl was taken aback, and in an instant she thought of the miserable scene that would follow, involuntarily retreating a few steps, pleading: "No... don't."

  "Take it off?"

  Ye Ming took a few steps forward and grabbed her with one hand, his eyes flashing with cold light.

  The woman's whole body trembled, and she looked at the man with a pleading gaze. Seeing that his eyes were actually bleeding, her heart became even more frightened, and she shakily took off all her clothes.

  This woman's figure is extremely hot, no wonder she can be with this Ferrari-driving rich second generation, if you say there's no goods, that's a joke.

  Ye Ming just glanced at it, didn't care at all, and threw it on the Ferrari's hood. He took off his own somewhat tattered clothes, and forcibly pressed himself onto the woman's body.

  A gradually increasing panting sound, low and husky, came from Ye Ming's throat. He didn't care what the woman looked like or how her figure was. What he needed to do now was to vent, endlessly vent.

  And the woman, from struggling and resisting at first, gradually became accommodating, with intense moans mixed with the man's miserable howls echoing in this rainy night.

  With a very loud gasp, Ye Ming directly pushed the woman to one side, put on his clothes and was about to leave.

  Suddenly, his gaze fell on the phone on the ground.

  "Sun-powered mobile phone?"

  Ye Ming paused for a moment, then walked forward and picked it up, kicking it into the bag.

  Rumble...

  At this moment, a loud noise came from the sky, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket of water quickly enlarged in the eyes of Ye Ming, the woman, and the man.

  At this moment, all three of them forgot to breathe, their bodies even stiffened in place.

  "Boom!"

  A bolt of lightning struck the bright red Ferrari, causing a deafening explosion. The intense shockwave and scorching heat instantly blasted the three people more than ten meters away. Ye Ming's body was even directly blown to pieces...

  ……

  The next morning, major TV stations reported that Li Minghai's only son, Li Jingxuan, had mysteriously died the night before. According to investigations, the preliminary cause of death was determined to be a car explosion.

  According to on-site identification and other body parts, also killed were Li Jingxuan's girlfriend Chen Yao and ordinary citizen Ye Ming.

  PS: Immersed for a year, Little Pig is back! Brothers and sisters, this concerns the future path of Little Pig, as well as the future path of "Super Game", come on~~ This book will make you feel awesome!