Chapter 3: Heartbreak

  That night, I worked overtime until after 10 pm and left the company gate exhausted. Suddenly, I saw Wenjing under a streetlight not far away, with a man in his thirties beside her. He handed her a drink and affectionately patted her head.

  At that time, I was suddenly stunned. The scene in front of me shattered my wishful thinking, and many clues flashed through my mind like lightning.

  I was right after all, Wen Jing is in love, and my beloved sister has been trying her best to hide the reason from me, which is that she found an old man that I would never agree with.

  She is too quiet and weak, she needs a man who can replace her father's role, obviously much stronger than me this brother!

  It's also possible that Wenjing didn't return the jewelry, and after Big Sister upstairs found out, she forced her to interact with the old man?

  A surge of evil fire spread from my heart to my whole body, watching the couple under the streetlight chatting happily, it was as if there were a thousand needles piercing my little heart, no matter how I looked at that man, he seemed like an uncle who cheated little girls into looking at goldfish, so I stuffed my purse into my colleague's arms and grabbed the big broom by the door and rushed over.

  It was already very late, and it was a suburban area. Except for the few of us, there were no other people around. But before I could run a few steps, someone suddenly grabbed my arm. Turning my head to look, it was a woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

  Her fair skin was particularly noticeable in the dim light, her long black hair and melon seed face, her facial features were also quite delicate, but it was dark, so I couldn't see how beautiful she really was.

  But one thing I can be certain of is that I don't know this woman, and she grabs me and says a nonsensical sentence: "Calm down, whatever you do, don't go over there."

  I subconsciously asked, who are you?

  She stared at the quiet and old man not far away with a guarded expression, didn't respond to me, but said another sentence: "Don't go over there, it's not safe at night, just pretend you didn't see them, hurry back home!"

  At that time, anger was burning in my heart, I scolded her and said "Are you sick?", then shook off her hand, held the big broom, rushed over like a wild dog, and heavily hit the man's head.

  This man's height is similar to mine, around 1.78 meters, but he is more robust than me, with a lot of flesh on his face and a bit of a belly. To be honest, I should not be able to beat him in a fight, but when one is angry, who cares about the difference in strength? Let's vent first and talk later.

  He pushed me away with one arm after I was swept by a broom, and just as I was about to go up again, he scolded me with the word "little bastard" and instantly turned into a very ferocious face, with eyes that seemed to devour people, staring at me fiercely, as if a basin of ice water had been poured down, making me feel cold from head to toe in an instant, and I shuddered violently.

  Although it's embarrassing to admit, when he glared at me, my heart skipped a beat and my legs went weak, I almost knelt down. Although I restrained myself, I didn't dare move again. I grabbed Jing's clothes and said, "Come home with me."

  The man walked up to me, staring at me with a sinister gaze, and said in a cold tone that sent shivers down my spine: "You little brat, you won't see tomorrow's sun."

  I hastily retreated, for the man had bad breath, just like a house that hadn't been swept for ages, filled with dust and a rotten smell that made my throat itch and want to vomit. Seeing he wouldn't let me take Wen Jing away, I steeled myself and followed him to settle the score, but found him staring blankly at something behind me, frozen in place, his face a picture of stupidity and terror.

  I subconsciously turned my head and found that he was staring at the beautiful woman who had just blocked me, but the woman didn't move. The old man suddenly shouted in panic and then hugged his head, falling softly to the ground.

  I swear to the stray dogs that I didn't lay a hand on him, but he rolled around and around, wailing pitifully, begging me not to hit him.

  Goodness gracious, I suddenly guessed that the woman was perhaps his wife, sneaking up to catch him in the act, and the old man was taking advantage of the opportunity to cover his face, so as not to be discovered by his wife.

  To my surprise, I was just about to call that woman over to beat him up together, but Wen Jing furiously pushed me away, like a mother protecting her child, and spread out her arms to block me.

  Just looking at the situation, I can smell a strong vinegar flavor all over my body. I grabbed her arm and said, "I'll settle with you when I get back."

  Quietly struggling, shouting: "Who are you, are you sick?!"

  I was stunned for a moment, then looked at the girl in front of me, who looked exactly like Wenjing, but upon closer comparison, there were obvious differences. Wenjing never wore makeup and her clothes always had cute cartoon patterns on them, while this girl had a more mature charm and was wearing a pair of black stockings that would have made Wenjing blush.

  Even if a quiet girl falls in love with an old man, she won't change her style immediately. But there shouldn't be someone like that in this world!

  I asked her if she was gentle, she said I had water in my brain, helped the old man to walk, I grasped his arm and wouldn't let go, asking him to show me his ID card.

  Colleagues rushed over to hold me back, and took the opportunity to tell me that if I couldn't see my ID card, I could call Wenjing. I was stunned for a moment, but Wenjing's phone went unanswered. After an awkward standoff of several minutes, my colleague pulled me aside and said, "You've beaten someone up, and once they report it to the police, there'll be no way to back down. Why not go home and see if Wenjing is there? Maybe it really was just a coincidence."

  That old man hid behind Wenjing, peeking at the woman with a mixture of fear and curiosity. I don't know what happened, but suddenly he looked relieved, nodded repeatedly, then pulled Wenjing away. The woman remained standing there, staring at me from afar. I walked up to her and asked if she knew the name of the girl who resembled Wenjing.

  She said she didn't know, but stared at me with a pair of clear and clever big eyes, asking what my name was.

  In the darkness, I can feel the fiery and eager gaze on my face, that excitement is almost devouring me, it's clear that she wants to seduce me. Thinking about it, I realized that she has a relationship with an old man, mistakenly thinking that Wenjing is my girlfriend, wanting to take revenge together?

  I wanted to ask the old man's identity, so I reported his name. She nodded and said goodbye before turning around and leaving. I felt very strange, but I was worried about Wenjing's affairs, so I hurried home. In fact, I also thought that it might be a coincidence if things didn't go well. Wenjing shouldn't have been so enthusiastic about me for the sake of an outsider they had just met for a few days!

  I went home and took a look, I was so angry that my lungs were about to burst, Wen Jing really wasn't there.

  I don't know what happened in those few short days, but the change in my usually obedient and simple cousin was definitely related to that old man. At the time, I even had the urge to kill someone, and since I couldn't get in touch with her, I called that friend from two days ago and asked him to help me report a missing person to the police.

  He said it's better to wait for Wenjing to come back and communicate again, I said Laozi's cousin is about to be slept by the old man, he then asked me to wait a bit, came over to accompany me out to find something.

  Sitting in the empty living room, I sent a text message to Wenjing, soft and hard begging her to hurry back home.

  The message that was supposed to be sent out has sunk to the bottom of the sea. In my heart, apart from anger, there is also worry and a strong sense of injustice. The scene that keeps replaying in my mind is that of an old man, furious with shame, dragging Jing quietly to a hotel, disregarding her refusal and resistance, and venting his anger on Jing's body.

  I was like a mad cow at home, rushing around, the hallucinations in my ears were just quiet and mournful cries and pleas for mercy, my heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, until I saw the food on the coffee table, rushed over and grabbed it with my hands to eat, as if this could trap Quiet in my stomach.

  That was the quiet lunch sent to the company, because my colleague had a birthday, I followed and had a meal at noon, and in the evening I ate the working meal bought by the unit, so I brought the lunch back home intact, now frantically stuffing it into my mouth.

  A few mouthfuls down, my lower abdomen was cramping with pain. I thought I had eaten too quickly and wanted to sit down and drink some water. As soon as I took a step, I felt dizzy and my limbs went soft. Whoosh! I vomited up the food I had just swallowed, which was stained with thick black blood. I was stunned and stumbled out of the door to go to the hospital for an examination. Before the elevator even arrived, I fainted.

  That day, the friend who invited the old Chinese doctor was named You Wu. We agreed to go together to find Wen Jing, also him, and another one called Qin Feng. The three of us were university classmates and had a particularly good relationship. After graduation, I worked at Qin Feng's company, while You Wu became a traffic police officer...

  Qin Feng didn't get his graduation certificate, the reason will be said later, anyway he is currently in Beijing for further study of business administration.

  I woke up in the hospital and saw that the person sitting on the bed playing with his phone was You Wu. He had a full beard and looked exhausted. I shouted out, he rushed over excitedly, muttered a few words and then went to call the doctor.

  After the doctor's examination, he said that there was no big deal and I could be discharged from the hospital after resting for a few days. My head was dizzy and I didn't say much. Seeing Wenjing wasn't around, I asked Youwu if she had found that dead girl.