Siam, South Puman, Unknown Island.
Suddenly, severe pain woke Hao Jianghua from his coma.
"Snap!" A fiery whip came towards him, instantly beating his skin and flesh.
The thin shirt on his chest was stained with blood, leaving red marks, and he howled in pain.
Just this one moment was an experience I had never had before.
Tears welled up in pain, and he cried out for mercy. As expected, the other party stopped.
Before I knew what was happening, the hood and blindfold were taken off.
Only then did Hao Jianghua realize that he was being held hostage in an empty building that somewhat resembled a factory.
Two large iron chains were pulled from two large pillars, locking him tightly, with shackles on his wrists and feet.
"What's going on... Who are you?" Hao Jianghua was confused. This kind of battle was definitely not caused by the government's gang.
I followed Miss Mina's arrangements, and when I woke up and adjusted for the time difference, I was in the beautiful country. How could this blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign girl be kidnapped the moment she opened her eyes?
Hao Jianghua looked around and saw that there were no less than twenty strong men here, all of them foreigners.
There were white people and black people. All of them were muscular men, tall and strong, wearing military jackets, military pants and military boots.
There is a strong man in front of the noodles. His face is not Western, but more like Chinese.
Hao Jianghua shouted at him a few times, and the response he got was another vicious and biting whip.
The whip ripped through my skin and bones, rubbing them like grinding bones. This pain was far more painful than being stabbed by a white knife. It was a searing pain that penetrated from the skin to the flesh and into the heart.
"Stop that, Nigo."
Accompanied by a female voice, the Chinese man immediately stopped.
Hao Jianghua shuddered. He didn't understand the bird language, but the voice sounded familiar. He looked up and saw a woman suddenly appear on the corridor of the building.
A black and white striped shirt on the upper body and black wide-leg pants on the lower body, black is her standard; even if she is not holding a cat, there will be no mistake!
Mina! At this moment, I already knew that I had been fooled by this woman!
There was a rage simmering in my chest, a rage I wanted to tear apart, but I dared not show it and could only swallow it down. The whip man was right beside me, watching closely.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Try to get away with it first.
"Ms. Mena... please, let me go first... I accept the beating... but you have to tell me why."
"I swear to God, I have never offended you. Is there a misunderstanding here... Yes, there must be a misunderstanding..."
"You haven't offended me." The woman sneered, then turned cold. "But he has offended my friend!"
"Friends? That's impossible, Miss Mina. I don't even know your friends."
"My friend, his last name is Zuo..."
"A single name, a..."
"Beijing!"
This sound was like thunder and lightning, which made him feel terrified.
"Zuo, Zuo Jing... He, he's your friend?" Hao Jianghua was incredulous. "How could he be your friend!"
"He's my friend, my best friend!"
"Guess what I'm going to do to you?"
Hao Jianghua shuddered suddenly, he didn't dare to think about it.
"This is a small island in southern Siam. Originally a military training base, it was later taken over by American arms dealers. And these people are all former mercenaries, and they're very skilled at torturing people."
"Nigo, a Singaporean, was once a caning officer... Oh, those two strokes were just a greeting."
Hao Jianghua's face turned pale. He had also played with a whip, but it was completely different.
"Don't be nervous. I'm in the medical field. There's no need for violence."
Someone came over with an injection, a common syringe and a needle.
"No, no... I don't want the injection..." Hao Jianghua was scared.
He tried to resist. It was all in vain. He was chained and directly injected with this unknown liquid.
"Don't worry, it's not poison... You've used this stuff before... it's a sleeping pill, and it works pretty well."
With a snap of the fingers, high-powered lights on both sides cast bright lights.
"I promised Sakyo that you would be sober and present at the trial on sentencing day."
"These lights will remind you to get rid of the desire for sleep."
"If you can't stay awake, that's okay. Nigo will use his whip to remind you."
The night was cold and lonely. Hao Jianghua, in a foreign country, wasn't the only one suffering from insomnia.
After waking up, Bai Ying found it hard to accept his escape.
Little did she know that this old dog had only escaped from her "dead end" but had fallen into another hell of no return, of "dying and resurrecting".
Before that, just treat it as an interlude, a song nearing the end. The song ends and everyone disperses, which is quite appropriate.
After leaving the hospital, I drove to the agreed location to meet Wang Tian.
He brought a jar containing Hao Jianghua's secrets and evidence of his crimes.
"What else do you need me to do?"
I took the jar, which was a bit heavy, and shook my head.
"No need for that. From now on...it's all my business."
Wang Tian was silent. The car stopped at the next intersection and he got out.
Without a word, without looking back, she left gracefully under the cover of night.
I didn't go back to the hospital, leaving Jiahui to take care of Baiying. I went back to my former "home."
This livable house is where my emotions are buried; in the study, I hold the rustic pot in my arms, feeling dejected.
Bai Ying was somewhat secretive and vague in her explanations each time, while all she got from Cen Xiaowei and Wu Tong were just fragments of information. It seemed that they were just bystanders from a certain perspective, and the information they had was very fragmentary, so much so that their statements were inconsistent.
Back then, Hao Jianghua fled into the mountains after violating Bai Ying. Li Xuanshi, in front of everyone, vowed not to show any mercy. She sent people to search for him, led by Hao Long and Hao Hu, and they brought back a document.
Hao Jianghua's plea for mercy and apology sounded more like a shameless excuse; however, Bai Ying was stunned after reading it. She even burned the documents before Li Xuanshi approached. The secrets of the documents were not something Cen Wu and the others could know.
Now, at least one mystery has been solved. Hao Jianghua's escape into the mountains wasn't accidental; he had a protective amulet there. Beneath his deceased wife's grave lay a jar, where he had buried all the shameful evidence and evidence against him. Li Xuanshi's powerful position meant no one remembered his original wife, let alone the "burial objects" beneath the grave.
Inside the jar were several document bags and an oil bag. Unpacking them one by one revealed some paper materials, two or three CDs, a few stacks of photos, four or five portable USB drives, and inside the oil bag, a small notebook, various receipts, and an SD card.
The first thing that catches your eye is these thick stacks of photos; vision is the most direct of all the senses.
These photos are filled with wildness and nakedness. Ugliness, lust, bestiality, just so primitive...
Each one is youthful and graceful, with delicate skin, or mature and charming, with elegant demeanor... all are naked, being manipulated in various postures...
The women's lewdness is exposed, their postures are overflowing, their breasts, pussies are even being played with, and close-ups from multiple angles...
Still photos aren't as vivid as moving ones, but they're very realistic. I started with a stack, looked through them slowly, and flipped through them even more hesitantly...
The fire in my heart is stirred, stung... It's a kind of anger, not intense, but only the beginning, and yet it's unavoidable...
In these photos, the women are mostly in a sleeping state; the photography is not like the erotic method used by rough guys like Hao Jianghua, but more like a means of intimidation.
Most likely, Hao Jianghua initially drugged most of them, then took photos to use as leverage. Indeed, the accounts of Bai, Cen, Wu, and others all mentioned Hao Jianghua's despicable tactics. It was vulgar and underhanded, but effective.
They are put into various positions, postures, and even shapes; while being spread open and played with, or tied, or put into V-shapes or love gestures. The most disgusting thing is that an old cock appears in the camera, lying across the face or naked body, the cum stains, the big close-up, the "authentication" of being a plaything...
Anger was rapidly rising, the resentment in my chest... looking through the pictures of girls that looked familiar, yet unfamiliar...
I saw familiar faces: Ah Lan, He Xiaoyue... then... Cen Xiaowei... Wu Tong... until Bai Ying...
The heart that suppressed emotions, under the multiple temperatures of hatred, resentment, and hatred, was suddenly stabbed with a knife, and blood flowed...
Even though my rationality had foreseen this opening, my emotions were still caught off guard... My preset psychological defenses were instantly shattered. It was painful, really painful.
For a moment, I hoped I was dazzled, and that the person in the photo was Wang Shiyun, not Bai Ying. After all, they look so much alike, it wouldn't be surprising to mistake them, right?
How could it be possible? I covered my eyes, trying not to let the tears well up. Deep down, I knew there was no way I could be mistaken. After all, we'd been married for ten years.
Whether there are photos or not, it doesn't actually change the reality; Bai Ying's miserable past is an ironclad fact, but seeing the photos with one's own eyes brings a completely different feeling of despair.
These photos do contain Wang Shiyun's naked body. Like Bai Ying, she was also posed by Hao Jianghua. Similarity is a kind of value, but adding fuel to the fire will only hurt others.
There are only three photos of Bai Ying. They are of her sleeping nude, with the upper and lower body and close-ups.
Neither Hao Jianghua nor his dog dick appears in the photo. Apparently, Bai Ying's "specialness" may have made him somewhat cautious during the photoshoot. However, on the back of her snow-white feet, a fishy smell can be vaguely seen...
This ensures safety while capturing objective facts. The suspicious object on the bare foot serves as a reminder of the fact that this scene actually occurred; the photo cannot point to Hao Jianghua, but the naked body and the beach on the back of the foot can be wrapped around the whiteness.
These photos are just the primary "handle" Hao Jianghua uses to deal with women; there must be more advanced "handle".
My eyes fell on the CDs and USB drive. I could already imagine what was inside.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a long puff, and calmed himself down a little.
I didn't go directly to see them, and even put the remaining photos aside for the time being; I haven't seen Xu Lin's nude photos yet, and as for Li Xuanshi... maybe there are, maybe not...
A complex mix of emotions. Picking up the pages and scanning the contents, I was once again filled with surprise and confusion.
Some of the Hao family's nanny "keeping contracts," if leaked, would absolutely make them lose face in front of their family. There's also a "power of attorney" related to He Xiaoyue, signed by her husband. The contents of this letter are beyond He Xiaoyue's wildest dreams. "Service fee" is a rather empty term, used to cover up the filth of this transaction.
The inquest into Cen Qingqing's death... A woman gradually forgotten, Cen Xiaowei's mother... was also one of Hao Jianghua's women...
Hao Jianghua actually commissioned a private investigator to investigate, but the conclusion of the report pointed to...
Her name popped up in his sight... Was Hao Jianghua keeping this hand to guard against her, or to deal with Cen Xiaowei? Is this investigation report true?
Then, another page, eye-catching yet chilling.
DNA test report on the parentage relationship between Zuo Jing and Hao Xuan
Me and Hao Xuan?! At that moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, startling me for a moment.
I quickly flipped to the end, but the appendix with the conclusion had already been torn off. Then I flipped back to the previous page.
Although the conclusion page of this type of test report cannot be found, there will be a small summary of the test at the front.
"Analysis: According to Mendel's laws of inheritance, a child's entire genetic heritage comes from both biological parents. Our center received samples for analysis of 15 STM and MEL loci in Zuo Jing and Hao Yan. Comprehensive analysis of the results indicates that Zuo Jing's genotype meets the genetic requirements for Hao Xuan. The calculated probability of paternity is 99.9999%...
99.9999% correct, so the conclusion is that Hao Xuan and I are father and daughter?! How is that even possible?! Bullshit!
This test report is absolutely false! Until now, neither Li Xuanshi nor I have, nor could we possibly have… Perhaps I've had those slight feelings, but never dared to cross the line… Hao Xuan is Hao Jianghua's daughter, the illegitimate offspring of him and Li Xuanshi! Even if she appears charming and close to me, it's only because of maternal bloodline. Li Xuanshi married into the Hao family with Hao Xuan in her heart; this is an unshakable fact! Even Xiangxiang and Jingjing aren't my children. This test report is sheer nonsense, riddled with loopholes!
False evidence cannot threaten the person involved. Its only purpose is to mislead.
Hao Jianghua fabricated this fake report, it couldn't be directed at me and Li Xuanshi, it could only be...
Bai Ying. A thought crossed her mind, and she began to ponder. Could that torn page be the document that Hao Laogou had asked someone to bring to Bai Ying?
Bai Ying only recently learned the child's origins from He Hui. This suggests that Hao Jianghua never threatened her with this secret; however, he could still achieve his goal by using a false report.
Bai Ying revealed that Hao Jianghua used her to fabricate "evidence" on the Bai family. Since the "evidence" on the Bai family could be fabricated, the existence of this false report was meaningful.
If this theory holds true, then Bai Ying's initial bluffing by Hao Jianghua would undoubtedly have created a rift between her and me. After all, this was a scandal, and she couldn't possibly let it be publicly exposed. She wouldn't even dare to ask me for confirmation... That's why she's been avoiding the issue...
As for whether the authenticity of the document was later questioned, it is no longer relevant.
When her faith wavers, it means there is room for maneuver. Hao Jianghua escaped the disaster and was not held accountable, which only made him more reckless.
In fact, as time goes by, her corruption and depravity, this false report will become her self-conviction of "legitimacy".
Her infidelity and betrayal would be rationalized and psychologically seen as revenge against me; the more she wanted to retaliate against me, the more she would cater to her.
The root of the problem is that she has abandoned faith. She has no faith and no longer believes.
On the surface, she maintained the empty shell of our marriage, but secretly she was indulging in immoral desires and losing all hope for true love. Her disbelief gradually became my misfortune.
Times have changed, and Hao Jianghua still kept this fake report, perhaps to be prepared for any eventuality, for example... Cen Xiaowei?
As for the little notebook, apart from some random scribblings, dates and various numbers, mixed with certificates and receipts, these trivial details do not need to be bothered with.
Hao Jianghua is semi-illiterate and has a low level of education. Don't expect him to have any useful written records; even if he does, only he can understand them.
Aside from the status and money Li Xuanshi provided him, his biggest reliance was his dirty tricks: a dog penis and aphrodisiac potions, and he gave women money to make them happy. If they didn't obey, his trump card was nude photos and videos.
These are scenes I don't like to see, but they are an essential part of the process before the trial.
Preliminary work before the trial. I must watch, calm myself, digest, and sort things out... If I want to convict someone, I must be irrefutable.
It is both a torment and a tempering process. Only through repeated tempering can one forge a heart of iron.
Destruction is not just physical, but also psychological and even soulful. Revenge is not enough to just knock someone down. It requires a crushing blow, a beating until blood bleeds, tearing off everyone's hypocrisy, stripping off their concealing cloaks, exposing their lustful bodies, and then declaring their crimes, which are irrefutable, and then...crushing them!
Although my official appearance will be on the day of the trial, the showdown between Hao Jianghua and I has already begun.
Once, he broke through Bai Ying's defense in three days, and now, I will use three days to destroy everything of this man.
He will spend three days in southern Siam; these three days are just warm-up; far away, in the desolate western Somalia on the East African Gulf, is the ultimate destination of sin.
Until this moment, these two women still held the title of close relatives. And I, in these three days, would face their disgusting and utter humiliation...
These three days will wear down our spirits and fighting spirit; it will depend on who can hold on to the end and face the final judgment on Judgment Day.
It turns out that within three days, I had been knocked down, pulled, twisted, and torn apart...
A video is a story unknown to others. To be more precise, unknown to me, but now I am forcing myself to know.
The scenes of Hao Laogou toying with young girls, all kinds of lewd and wild scenes, are not enough to break the defense. However, when Xu Lin lowered her head and caressed her, the boundaries were shocked.
Emotional divisions instinctively divide the women of the Hao family into two categories: those who are unfamiliar, and those who are familiar; and the familiar ones are closer and more intimate.
A boundary was loosened, then breached and trampled. Hatred was raging, and I was overwhelmed, but the pain was like an ocean, instantly raising a huge wave.
Can the valve of emotion release this overwhelming flood and sweep away all the sorrow?
I saw Cen Xiaowei, my childhood sweetheart, sitting on the old man's body, and her moans from being rammed are still ringing in my ears.
In a trance, I heard Lao Gou mention my name, and she, at the peak of the collision, called out another name. The latter was extremely satisfied...
Slapping hard, my vision blurred... vaguely, she transformed into my wife, my mother... Was it true that they had been like this before...
My long-held tears, like a child's snot, couldn't be wiped away. At that moment, I felt like a helpless child, watching my friends being swept away by the flood, and I was powerless to do anything...
Despair, yet laughter rang out. I could hear their laughter. Joy, laughter? No, it was debauchery, a sneer; mockery, a whipping, and I... was covered in scales.
Wang Shiyun appeared in the video. Under Lao Gou's scolding, his rough hands slapped her snow-white buttocks. In front of Li Xuanshi, she knelt, then lay down, then raised her buttocks, presenting her round, white, tender buttocks to the ugly object. Hao Lao Gou's smugness and Li Xuanshi's chuckles—no one objected; they had become accustomed to it.
I know she's not Bai Ying, but Wang Shiyun. But they look so much alike... With tears streaming down my face, I can't even tell them apart...
Hao Laogou's insolence, Li Xuanshi's disregard... Wang Shiyun resembles Bai Ying, and Bai Ying also resembles Wang Shiyun. Once the boundaries are crossed, who resembles who, and who is who?
The woman in the video is Wang Shiyun. So, what about Bai Ying outside of the video? Is she also like her, sticking her butt out like a bitch?
In the hunting grounds of lust, they are both prey and playthings. The male and female dogs never tire of it.
Time and again, like a tidal wave, if I continued to watch, the pain would surge in, instantly drowning, swallowing me, and dragging me into the abyss...
I thought that if I had given up, I would have no more thoughts and would be indifferent. But when I saw it with my own eyes, the pain was like a tide, not the agonizing pain of being torn apart by five horses, but the slow and lingering pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
Emotions are in pain, while rationality is watching coldly; tears are just an infection of emotional pain. If you want the oyster to spit out pearls, you have to wrap the sand in tears. Suffering is a necessary process.
Late at night, I reflected on what kind of person I was. I was lustful and greedy, not a person of high moral standards. I had even entertained vile and evil thoughts.
But, in the end, it's just wishful thinking, and I dare not act rashly; humans are lustful animals, and lust should have limits...
So, only after they crossed the line did I become angry; this "love line" divided the group into two groups: the sheep that eat grass, and the wild dogs that eat meat.
The farmer died, and stray dogs invaded the farm, kidnapped the shepherd's bitch in heat, and then took over the entire pasture. The ewes wagged their tails and begged for mercy, but they treated the dogs as their masters and turned them into meat animals.
The pastures are barren, as withered as graves; the mountains and fields are mating, reeking of lust... ewes are tamed and raised as bitches, and the pastures have become doghouses; an old dog, a pack of bitches...
The flock is gone, leaving only the last goat. A river lies before them, and on the other side lies a den of dogs and prostitutes. Lust overflows...
And now, the goat wants revenge and attacks the old dog and the doghouse.
This is not a fight for female mating rights, sheep and pastures... It will never go back to the way it was...
The bitches are accustomed to the taste of flesh and despise the cowardice of the grazers; even if the old wild dog is not in the kennel, they will not be afraid of the goat...
The river is both an obstacle and a protection; no one would trust a goat to cross the river...
This river, overflowing with lust, is indeed an obstacle; and I am this goat.
I had three days to cross the river. The water would cover my feet, knees, chest, and even my mouth and nose. Pain, suffocation, despair...
Either drown in the river or wade across! A lone sheep is like a wolf, so it must have the awareness of a wolf!
"Please, please... let me sleep... sleep..."
Hao Jianghua was in a state of depression. He begged repeatedly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's and his breaths shallow.
No one paid any attention. The bright white light seemed even hotter, stinging his old eyes and making them feel dull and painful.
I couldn't open my eyes, let alone sleep. My hands and feet were tied, my body was pulled away, and I was hanging in the air.
His throat was sore and his lips were dry and cracked. Before midnight, he had already collapsed and was unable to seek help.
Playing the fool and showing weakness is completely useless. Mena left early in the morning.
The rest of the gang all spoke in a bird language, and if they shouted loudly, they would be beaten.
This way of tying someone up is like using them as a human sandbag.
Hao Jianghua felt truly hopeless. He might be able to trick Bai Ying.
It was always effortless to deal with the women of the Hao family. Even if there were difficult situations, Li Xuanshi would always be there to help.
But now, he is a dog waiting to be slaughtered, and his life and death are not his own decision.
His only extravagant wish is to have a good sleep, but since it is an extravagant wish, others will naturally not let him get it.
The cool night is hazy, people are haggard, and their hearts are even more broken.
I've endured so much that I've become numb. A single video on a USB drive has caused me severe emotional trauma.
The pain, like a knife cutting, like a burning fire, is not unbearable. But I still stopped to avoid falling into deeper emotions.
I switched it, inserted the SD card, and then… I threw myself into the abyss. Desperate, caught off guard.
The wound, the chill that surged from the soles of the feet, piercing the bones, piercing the legs, from the bottom of the heart, exuding an extreme rottenness and sour stench, against the gastric juice, tearing the mucous membranes, eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and turning the brain into a turbid yellow mud.
I had a strong nausea, covered my mouth, and rushed to the bathroom. I couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited into the toilet...
I didn't drink, but it was far worse than a hangover. I felt nauseous and almost vomited bile...
Wave after wave, my chest felt like it was being burned by strong liquor. There was clearly a fire tearing at my heart and lungs, but what came out was only unbearable filth...
Paralyzed by the toilet, every word was a bitter outburst; unable to stop, my chest felt heavy, and I couldn't help but hold my throat. Then, the vomit came out, tinged with the sour smell of gastric juice...
Inducing vomiting, releasing the repressed negative emotions, the intense visual shock, and the shattered emotions, has reached a point where it can no longer be relieved without vomiting...
I didn't struggle to get up until the nausea that had been rushing to my head gradually subsided.
He leaned over the sink, splashed cold water on his face, gargled, and exhaled foul air.
When I stood up, I saw that the bright mirror on the sink reflected my wolfish appearance.
There are tears in my eyes, and I in the mirror am smiling. It's a mocking smile, but also a wry one.
Although I had anticipated it, when it actually happened, I was shocked to realize how fragile my emotions were.
Just now, I saw some of the contents of the SD card.
Judging from the image quality, it was probably shot with a video camera. The video resolution is not very good and it looks quite old.
In a dim environment, the camera is fixed in one place, capturing a woman being tied up in the basement.
In the video, she was making a sobbing sound, her hands and feet were covered, her eyes were blocked, and her mouth was stuffed; but from her posture and voice, I could confirm her identity.
Bai Ying. My heart sank. I had already guessed that this video was probably about her confessing the three days she was imprisoned by Hao Jianghua.
Soon, Hao Jianghua was in the shot. After positioning the camera, he approached shirtless, sniffing like a dog, approaching like a stink bug.
The rough hands touched the fair skin. She was obviously frightened and her howling became even louder. But she could do nothing...
I still remember how she was frightened by the cockroaches and how she jumped up and down in panic. At that time, her body was tied up and she could only endure...
Hao Jianghua sniffed her body fragrance, his big hands brushing across the skin of her arms, in an obscene posture, but he was not in a hurry at all.
He was enjoying himself. In his eyes, Bai Ying was just a prey; or in other words, a plaything.
Every bit of fear and trembling of the woman seemed to fuel his greed; the less anxious he was, the less likely he would stop.
The video contains the date and time of the filming. That year, Bai Ying gave birth to Xiangxiang and Jingjing; she went to Haojiagou several times; during this period, Bai Ying must have been seduced by Hao Jianghua.
When a man imprisons a woman, it usually means she has no room for maneuver. If she is being coerced, I don't blame her for that, but...
The video went dark several times at different times; Hao Jianghua did not keep the camera on all the time, but only turned it on when necessary; therefore, the video only captured part of the three days.
Pulling down his pants, Hao Jianghua revealed his dark dog cock and approached again. Bai Ying turned her head and could smell the stench of the dog cock even through the screen. She resisted, but...
The dim environment made my heart flutter. The result was not surprising. Bai Ying's resistance would have no real effect, on the contrary... But, at least, she had this attitude...
When she had no way to avoid it, Hao Jianghua roughly pried open her red lips; she felt a wave of nausea; years later, that night, off screen, I too was moved. The stench, the disgust... While I felt disgust, there was also a tinge of sympathy... Even though I knew she would ultimately be evil, and any limited resistance or opposition would only create ripples, she still succumbed to the Hao family, until the water became stagnant.
The camera flashes, and it's two hours later. Same place, different attitude.
I don't know what happened during those two hours. Maybe Hao Jianghua left, or maybe she was frightened by the darkness. When we met again, her attitude softened.
There might still be some resentment, but there was no resistance anymore. In fact, at Hao Jianghua's vague request, Bai Ying chose to lower her proud head.
Hao Laogou was laughing. Was it the pleasure of lust, or was it psychological satisfaction? The feeling of being kissed by lips... he had already conquered the first step.
Today, the video is mottled and my life is as dim as an elegant room; this is history and there is nothing I can do to change it.
The truth is always cruel; it turns out that not only her anus, which she claimed to be a compensation, but also her mouth...
Perhaps, this is the price one has to pay in order to hold on to the last step.
——Just like Hao Xuan's fake report, it will all become an excuse for self-consolation.
Bai Ying thought that her concession could help her maintain her bottom line; however, in the eyes of men, one step back can lead to two steps forward; and this step back is also to accumulate strength, so that the last step can go further and deeper.
Only by attacking can you score points; if you retreat, you will only be a loser.
There is no doubt that Bai Ying lost completely; even though she was still unwilling to admit defeat at that time, she had no chips left.
In a trance, I saw her collapsing, like a shattered crystal glass, and I saw Old Dog Hao pressing down on her, cursing, crying, slapping, and grunting...
I was plunged into darkness, my vision was blurry, and there was a thick murmur, as if the sound had been exploded, and I could no longer hear clearly what was happening afterwards.
The sound surged into my ears, clearly audible, yet the emotional strings felt like eardrums being snapped. The roar, like radio waves, covered everything.
The vision that had been in sight for a long time suddenly blurred and shattered. The abnormal fluctuations of emotions forced the rational mind to take emergency measures.
The mirror image of memory shattered into rubble; affection and faith collapsed and shattered. Sentiment, like a deserter, fled the door.
Confused consciousness, torn mind...
Rationality looked at emotion with blind eyes, then ran into the bathroom and vomited beside the toilet.
My mind is aching, my guts are burning, and I'm fried in the frying pan of emotions, covered in bruises... My emotions are on the verge of collapse.
Although his mind had imagined and derived many scenarios over the past year, his emotions had always retreated to a corner, and now he saw with his own eyes what his wife had experienced.
The emotions are too weak and fragile, which is disappointing, but this is the result of the character's personality; even if one pretends to be strong, the rational mind knows who is the main character.
If you cannot stand up and instead fall down here, for a loser entangled in lust, even if you are in excruciating pain and want to die, everything is meaningless.
Falling before even getting on stage will only bring shame; flowers and trophies belong only to the winners, and in their eyes, there is only room for the winners...
No one surrenders to a loser; even if it's another loser.
The night is so long, so long that I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was already dawn.
The sunlight was blinding, and when we got to the hospital and saw people, it was freezing.
"Didn't you get enough rest last night?" Jiahui looked at me with some concern.
"Yeah." Qianbai agreed. His face turned a little pale as he washed up.
Jiahui also looked tired. She was worried about her daughter, and I...
Bai Ying also noticed me, but I just glanced at her and didn't look at her again.
Being in the same room, the three people all looked unhappy and had something to say in their hearts.
Only a few words came out of their mouths after half a day, and they didn't talk much; if they really wanted to talk, some things were not easy to discuss in depth.
Bai Ying's physical condition, Jia Hui's emotional conflict, my own psychological shock... Isn't it true that everyone has their own problems?
"Zuo Jing... let's talk." After a moment of silence, Bai Ying made a decision and spoke again.
In fact, I've said quite a bit in my previous "confessions," but when it comes to the real story, I've always tried to avoid the important points. Some of the bad memories have simply been brushed aside.
Now, life and death are no longer important, and there is no need to hide the disastrous past.
Haojiagou is the beginning of nightmares and the source of depravity. Although it is difficult to speak, an explanation must be given.
She narrated the story intermittently, without any smooth editing. As she spoke, she had to stop and, through her memories, bring those dusty years of lust closer to her.
Before that, everything was beautiful. She had a good husband and gave birth to a pair of children. After that, she gradually drifted away from him, indulging in immoral and carnal desires, forgetting everything else...
Many of the memories in between are fragmented scenes from different periods of time... like a mirror, filled with lustful looks...
The memories were painful, so painful that she chose to selectively forget them. Before, she could conceal, deceive, evade, even fabricate… throwing the shameful things into the corner of desire, enjoying the lustful control to her heart's content… Forgetting the pain, she no longer felt pain…
Habit, complacency, confusion, deformity… all blurred her senses, leaving only the pleasure of intercourse. Only now, facing it in reality, recalling, thinking back, and meditating, did she realize that behind her indulgence, she was actually so depraved, her body covered in sores, stained with pus, and emitting waves of fishy stench…
Tears welled up in my eyes. My tear glands burst open. "That's enough, stop talking," my mother said.
Bai Ying knew her mother was worried about her health, but she finally mustered the courage to confront her. Indeed, it had been delayed for too long.
"I can't go on. I'll stop." His voice was frivolous, like a floating cloud, never reaching the ground. But it made him feel at ease.
"Five years ago, Hao Jianghua held me captive for three days..."
"Looking back now, it was after that incident that I slowly...changed...became bad...rotten..."
"Yes, I admit... I may have... really... changed my mind..."
Even if I close my eyes, I can't erase it. Decadence may be pushed down by others, but corruption is something that rots from the root, from the heart...
"Are you really in love with him?" I couldn't help but ask. This was a thorn in my heart.
Is it a big penis and a good sex partner? A natural slut? A sexual addiction? The thrill of immorality? Or some kind of tonic? Countless speculations, no answer. Of all these possible answers, the one truth I least want to face, the one I fear most, is... she is indeed in love with Hao Jianghua.
Because of love, he's obsessed. Whether it's father-in-law and daughter-in-law, or father and daughter, he's trapped in this perverse relationship. Is it sexual infatuation, or is it empathy, seeing Hao Jianghua as the reincarnation of Walter White? It's unclear; it's simply a matter of the catalyst. So, the conclusion is... love?!
I stared at Bai Ying, waiting for her answer.
"No..." she breathed.
I sighed in my heart, it's still about sex after all.
"I don't love, and I can't love, a dog... Believe it or not... I've only ever loved you."
No response, no need, it's a joke. Not funny at all.
"I've only ever been in love with you... If I didn't love you, I wouldn't marry you... No one can force me to marry you..."
Silence, no response, and dim eyes.
"Before I met you, I loved... I loved my father..."
The sound paused, and the air became a little heavy.
"It was a mistake... I did something wrong... They forgave me... Then I met you... You saved me..."
"There's no point in saying this," I interrupted.
"I just want to say that liking and loving are not the same thing...it's just a complex...Hao Jianghua exploited this complex..."
"By then, I was already addicted to it. It seemed like a dream come true, but in fact, it was a nightmare..."
"The truth I've been avoiding is the indulgence of the flesh and the betrayal of feelings. I have indeed changed my heart..."
"But it's definitely not because I love someone... Quite the opposite, it's because I hate them."
"Zuo Jing, you know what? I love you. Even now, that hasn't changed." Bai Ying sighed miserably, "But I also hate you. During that time, my hatred for you even outweighed my love for you..."
"Hate me?" The two words squeaked out from between his teeth. I'm clearly a traitor, yet you hate me?
After a long silence, she finally replied, "At that time, I really hated you."
"I hate that you weren't by my side when I was most helpless... How much I wanted you to save me..."
"It was pitch black all around. Hao Jianghua couldn't come. I was alone. I even felt like if I died, no one would notice..."
"It's damp, it stinks... I feel like I'm stuck in the dirt, rotting..."
"Sakyo, I've called out your name countless times, hoping you'd be like a superhero in the movies and rescue me from this dungeon in the next second..."
"When he touched me with his dirty hands, I was scared and scolded him, but it was no use..."
"Sakyo, I can't call you..."
But the roots of my teeth were biting deeply, afraid of revealing their vulnerability; the scene I saw last night was outlined even more clearly.
"Hao Jianghua, if he touches me, I'm afraid; but if he doesn't come, I'm even more afraid..."
"I'm afraid he won't succeed and won't come at all... Will I die there..."
"It's so dark, like night... No matter how much I scream, there's no dawn... What should I do?"
"Later, I even looked forward to Hao Jianghua's arrival; only if he came, I wouldn't be forgotten..."
"Sakyo, why haven't you come yet? I called him over and over again, and he just laughed. Do you know that?"
"The more I fear him, the more I hate you!"
My emotions were swirling, and I couldn't help but want to argue, but my rationality suppressed my anger.
I cannot deny that during those three days she had reason to be resentful.
But she eventually slid from "passive" to "active", from "victim" to "perpetrator", and her nature has changed.
"Rather than hating you, I hate myself... But at that time, only hating you could convince myself..."
"I compromised, I gave in... Deep down, I don't want to admit it. I can only blame you for everything that happened to me and continue to hate you..."
"The next few years were like a continuation of those three days. In front of him, I was naked, with no secrets, but in front of you, I was still beautiful..."
"Keeping the secret... means I can keep my family... The more I want to preserve the good times... the more I fear the truth will be revealed... I hate him, but I can't leave him..."
"The more he demands, the more I give in, and the more I hate you... He violates me, yet gives me a sense of security..."
"You, who did everything right, only made me hate you even more... ironic, isn't it?"
"Silly, so stupid..." I couldn't tell whether this self-pitying remark was directed at her or me.
I just sat there, listening quietly. Out of her sight, my fingers clenched tightly against the flesh of my thigh, until it hurt. Only the pain could keep me calm. Even though the words and images lingered, not as intensely as last night, it was still quite uncomfortable.
A gentle hand rested on the back of my hand, bringing a cool and refreshing feeling.
Glancing sideways, it was Jiahui. Without saying anything, she placed my hand flat on her leg, caressing the mark left by my fingernails.
Tears welled up in my eyes, little by little, and I felt heartache. Her heart ached too, but she still felt heartache for me.
"The day after tomorrow, I will go to the Hao family." I said calmly.
"Please help me get discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Bai Ying heard it.
"...Okay." It was just one simple word, but it was very profound.
At this time, everyone knows what it means to go to the Hao family again.
After the visit, Jiahui did not stay in the hospital but went back with me.
Bai Ying is no longer in danger of death, and all indicators are stabilizing. It would be better for her to go home and rest.
However, Jiahui's purpose was not this. She obviously had something to ask me.
There was no time to stop, the pent-up depression felt like a lump in my throat; I vomited bitterly in the bathroom.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiahui asked worriedly, "Is it Yingying..."
"Nothing, I just drank too much last night." He made up an excuse.
Tong Jiahui didn't believe it, her eyes fixed on me; she was waiting for my answer.
"Huh..." I let out a breath and hesitated, "Do you really want to know?"
Seeing her resolute expression, he thought for a moment and took her to the study. After the trial, those things would no longer be a secret.
Here, she heard me talk about Wang Tian and Hao Jianghua. The diary Wang Tian brought also included the things Hao Jianghua had hidden away.
Her face turned pale as she flung the photos aside, trying to find someone. She found nothing.
Those USB flash drives appeared again, and I dragged them around and skipped frames, but there was still nothing.
"Where's Bai Ying? Where's her?" Jiahui asked anxiously, searching fruitlessly. "Why isn't she here? Hao Jianghua photographed so many people, there's no way he wouldn't... Maybe he's hiding her!"
"There were only three photos, which I burned. I also deleted the video."
"You've seen it all..." Jiahui's face turned pale and she looked up, "And that handle, have you found it?"
"Well, it's destroyed," I said comfortingly. This was probably the last thing I did for the Bai family.
Jiahui wanted to say something, but after thinking it over, she decided to stop: "Thank you."
Photos and videos were relatively easy to guess, but as for the evidence, she had doubts, but since it was destroyed, there was no need to worry about it.
When it comes down to it, it will only lead to more unbearableness and more pain.
The so-called handle is indeed fabricated and "false", but its existence actually points to the Bai family and Bai Xingjian.
Compared to the blurry image of "those three days", this "handle" is extremely clear, full of obscenity and absurdity...
At this time, Bai Ying is no longer a "victim". She has completely fallen into depravity and become a female meat slave. The screen is full of obscenity and lust...
A flesh urinal? A pile driver? A cock condom? I'm afraid even that doesn't begin to describe this disgusting thing...
It's not about the body, but about the emotional trampling; at that time, Bai Ying no longer had any trace of white, and she could not even be called a human being.
She is unfit to be a wife, let alone a child; her humanity and personality are lost in her lust...
Compared to Xu Lin's verbal betrayal of her daughter and daughter-in-law, Bai Ying's ridiculous "oral accounts" are the most sinister weapons.
I even thought that if Walter White hadn't died suddenly, he would have been so angry that he would have died after seeing this "handle" and would have died with his eyes open.
Hao Jianghua's focus on Bai Ying not only humiliates me, but also insults the Bai family.
At the end of those three days of watching the movie, I only vomited once, but this handle made me vomit continuously and almost fainted.
This kind of hatred comes from my bones and blood; it is easy to delete the video, but can I delete the video in my heart?
No matter how powerful a typhoon is, it will eventually fade away with time, leaving behind only ruins and devastation.
After the heavy rain, it has turned into showers, with heavy rain in some areas. In the next two days, it will turn into light rain.
After the rain, it will be cloudy, overcast. There will be another heavy rainstorm, the Hao family's rainstorm.
In the afternoon, it really started to rain, and at night, it rained even harder.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Jiahui outside.
Her once bright eyes were now covered with mist. It wasn't tears, but heartbreak.
No matter how strong a woman is, she is still a woman, maternal, soft and fragile.
We were at a loss for a moment and then hugged each other; she needed a hug, and I needed a hug too.
The orphan of the Zuo family and the widow of the Bai family, an abandoned man and woman.