As far as Qi Xiuyuan was concerned, this was a dark day.
After Xiao Li had dropped him off at home, he didn’t bother to change out of his clothes and immediately fell asleep on the bed. By the time he woke up, all he felt was numbness consuming his limbs, his empty stomach, and that Susu was not home again. Without any other option, he could only find something small to fill his stomach.
During the afternoon, he dragged his pale, sickly face and wounded body to school but within just minutes, a colleague that was directly under the headmaster showed some “concerns” to him – mainly saying that he was too young to be absent so many times and then urged him to be wholeheartedly devoted to his work and not get mixed up in any chaotic matters. He had nearly said that he did not have the proper ethic as a teacher. Qi Xiuyuan calamitously moved his aching feet to class only to find out that two students did not complete their assignments. Afterward, he angrily hauled those two students to his office and lectured them and only after he attentively watched them complete their math assignments did he allowed them to return home.
By then, his hunger had brought about an unbearable stomachache – even the wounds on his body sored with an unyielding pain.
Once eight o’clock rolled by, his heart was welcomed by the most powerful phone call.
Xiao Yang’s voice was overwhelmed with an extremely unusual sense of panic and confusion. “Qi da-ge, do you know where Xiao Li went?”
Qi Xiuyuan who had just leaned against the sofa to recuperate immediately jumped up, nearly twisting his waist.
“Today, he…he transferred a lot of money under my name…” Xiao Yang’s voice started to tremble. “It was a lot of money…it’s practically all his assets…I gave him a call, but no one picked up. I…don’t know how to find him…”
“Cool your head first!” Qi Xiuyuan held his waist, trying to push the pain away. “Do you have any of his subordinates’ number, like Lin Zi or someone else?”
“No, I don’t. Why would I have their phone number!” Xiao Yang’s speech quickened, “Xiao Li had given me two numbers before and said that if something urgent came up and I couldn’t find him, I can look for those two people. Why would I save that kind of people’s numbers! But, now I… I… when he took me back home today, he touched my head… he hasn’t touched my head for a long time now…” his voice lowered, “Qi da-ge, tell me, did he go to look for Han Jia?”
Qi Xiuyuan went silent then asked, “Xiao Yang, you really don’t know where Han Jia is?”
“I know where it is. I heard that man Da Gui mention it.” Xiao Yang practically whispered, “I told Xiao Li I didn’t know because I was afraid that he would run there and get into a fight with those people. But even now, he still disappeared silently…”
“Where is he?” Qi Xiuyuan sighed, “Tell me, I’ll think of something.”
After letting the call go, Qi Xiuyuan paced around the house for a while. He noticed that during these two days, his health was worsening from extreme exhaustion and the wounds.
Finally, he sat down on the sofa and picked up his cell phone. His brows tightened as he stared at it for a moment and searched for someone’s name and number.
Qi Susu came out of the kitchen carrying a small bowl of yogurt. She ate while curiously asking, “Who are you calling that you need to think about it for so long?”
Qi Xiuyuan pressed the call button and before the person on the other side connected through to him, he answered Susu’s question.
“A man that must not be asked for help.”
“Oh, then what are you calling him for?”
“Asking him for help.”
Splash! Ice cold water mixed with tiny ice cubes was doused on his head causing Han Jia to shiver uncontrollably. His consciousness was a blur as he tried to crack his lids open, but he could only hear the faint sound of someone speaking.
“Don’t kill him. Dong-Ye was slandered and destroyed by this kid’s hands and only left with a few breaths of life back then.”
“Boss, don’t worry. I can guarantee that even if he wants to die, he won’t be able to.”
“Yeah.” Someone walked to Han Jia’s and used his foot to turn his face over, “Rinse him up a couple more times. What a fucking filthy bastard. Don’t let it ruin Dong-Ye’s mood later.”
The cold water flowed down on him again.
With great effort, Han Jia curled up and tried to escape from the coldness that pierced his bones. This unbearable feeling restored a portion of his consciousness and since he had huddled for such a long time, the muscles on his shoulder were twisted and sore making way for a sense of numbness to trickle beneath his nerves. The lower half of his body and abdomen fell into a fit of cramps as his tendon tightened with pain. A sharp and severe pain crumbled and shot throughout his whole body – from the hairs on his head to his toes.
How long has it been since the last time something was used to attack him? Ten minutes or an hour? Han Jia silently groaned. He already didn’t have any concept of time.
Perhaps, a few days had passed by already?
All he knew was that this body had been severely beaten and ill-treated for a very long time. That’s right, once the cold water was doused on him again, he slowly remembered those cruel violations, the pain that ripped through his skin as well as those disgusting faces colored with malicious mockery and the vicious retaliation that reflected with elation in their eyes.
“Xiao Jia-baobei, don’t you love Dong-Ye’s member the most?”
“You got on Dong-Ye’s bed and still dare to swindle him? You never expected that Dong-Ye would live and come back to find you?”
“Li Shiqing already betrayed you. Even Xiao Li doesn’t have the guts to let his own ass go. Just let Dong-Ye slowly fuck you for the rest of your life.”
And then what? Drench this body in water and beat him with a whip? Then cut off his flesh a piece at a time with a dagger and streak the blood across the sky? Or do those things that would cause one to tremble with fear repeatedly…
Han Jia felt the chill in his bone and the scorching heat that boiled his stomach. It was as if his organs were being churned with lava.
Someone came over to hold his shoulder and another raised his legs, he seemed to be moving. While being bumped up and down, he felt a cloud of darkness shrouding his consciousness.
“Han Jia, as long as you open your legs and endure it, you will slowly pay back your debt to Qing-Ye.”
“Han Jia, not only are you number one in the entire class, but you are also number one in this entire grade! As your teacher, I’m really happy for you!”
“Han Jia, mom beg you. Don’t tell me you want to go to some university? Do you want your mom to die?”
“Han Jia, what the fuck is going on? I’m still reckless. If you show respect to me, I will show respect to you.”
“Han Jia, you can’t die!”
“Han Jia, I love you. Do you love me? Do you love me?”
“Han Jia… Han Jia… Han Jia…”
“Han Jia, Han Jia…” It seemed like someone was really calling him.
He frowned with drowsiness and tried his hardest to shirk away from the shouting. An intense stab of pain shot from his chest. Han Jia cried in a low tone before his eyes flew open.
Luo Dong slightly plumb face, drawn with a malicious smile appeared before his eyes. He stuck his tongue out and licked his face while pulling his member out.
“Xiao Jia-baobei. In the future, I’ll call you this to wake you up from bed.”
Han Jia curled up, trembling in fear as he closed his eyes. Luo Dong laughed in joy, “Open your eyes and look, who came to see our Xiao Jia-baobei?”
Han Jia shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes. A familiar figure with both hands tied behind his back was being roughly pushed inside by several of Luo Dong’s men. He stubbornly resisted them, but the push made him stagger forward, nearly kneeling on the ground.
“Xiao…” Han Jia opened his mouth to talk but his voice was coarse and weak.
Once Xiao Li heard it, he stood up from the ground and raised his head. The anger that seethed from his eyes lit up as he stared at Luo Dong.
Luo Dong burst into a loud laugh and proudly said, “You’ve finally seen your sweetheart, you don’t have anything to say?”
“You fucking—” Xiao Li cursed in rage.
Luo Dong stood up before the palm of his hand landed on Han Jia’s face. The strength of nearly caused Han Jia to turn his body over as his neck to tense up. Luo Dong grabbed his chin and roughly turned his face back toward him before licking the red and swollen spot.
“My pitiful Xiao Jia-baobei,” he said beaming. “When I hear someone cursing me like this, I can’t help but hit you. Does it hurt?”
Han Jia painfully gasped for air, unable to answer. Luo Dong winked, signaling a subordinate that was holding a wooden stick to hit Xiao Li’s back. Xiao Li groaned through his gritted teeth and staggered.
“I also don’t like it when others don’t answer my questions.” Luo Dong pinched his chin.
Han Jia’s face swelled with redness from the difficulty of staying conscious. He opened his mouth to answer. “It doesn’t…hurt…”
Luo Dong released his hand and laughed out loud with satisfaction. “Your emotions are really deep! I love seeing this kind of drama!” He looked at Han Jia who was lying on the bed then turned to look at Xiao Li who was gritting his teeth in anger – his smile widened at such a sight.
“I have always been very curious about your relationship with each other. I heard you’ve already fucked when you were younger. How did he taste back then?”
Xiao Li didn’t say anything.
Luo Dong gripped Han Jia’s neck and slapped him. Han Jia was unable to resist as his head hung low in his hand. His posture looked as though he was a small creature captured by a hunter.
“We don’t have that kind of relationship,” Xiao Li answered in anger.
“You dare lie to me?” Luo Dong was still laughing.
“This is the truth. Han Jia and I never had that kind of relationship.”
“Oh?” Luo Dong looked at Xiao Li with interest as his hand caressed Han Jia’s neck. “Then, you don’t mind if I fuck him in front of you?”
“You dare!” Xiao Li’s eyes were shooting with flames as he charged forward. But the men behind him had reacted quickly enough and reached out to twist his shoulder. All he could do was to incessantly struggle.
“Why wouldn’t I dare to?” Luo Dong patted Han Jia’s pallid face, “Xiao Jia-baobei answer me. Do you want Dong-Ye to fuck you right here, right now?”
Han Jia closed his eyes and tried to open his mouth.
“If you say you don’t want to, I’ll fuck Xiao Li,” Luo Dong softly said.
“I want you to.” Han Jia hissed out with hatred, “I want Dong-Ye to fuck me…I only want Dong-Ye…”
How long is it going to stay like this?
Han Jia’s groans had long ceased. Luo Dong’s heavy breaths finally stopped after he tyrannized Han Jia’s body. He then dragged him to the floor and picked a dagger from the cabinet.
Xiao Li stared fearfully as the dagger swayed near the lamplight. He struggled even harder out of their grip.
Luo Dong quickly glanced at Han Jia before he threw the dagger toward Xiao Li with a gloomy expression. “If you’re willing to kill him with your own hands,” he looked at Xiao Li with a slight fluctuation in his voice, “I’ll let you go.