Chapter 66: I Will Obediently Be Your Slave
Hearing this, Ji Songting let out a cold snort. He cast a disdainful glance at him, then turned his head to light a cigarette. He took a deep drag before slowly exhaling the smoke.
His brow and eyes were filled with coldness and alienation, slightly obscured by the swirling smoke rings. His faint voice, however, carried a biting harshness:
“Foolish to the extreme.”
Caught off guard by the smell of smoke, Jian An, already dragging a severely ill body, felt utterly uncomfortable to the extreme at this moment.
He tightly covered his mouth and nose with his hand, trying hard to suppress the churning nausea rising in his throat. He couldn’t control a few random coughs before enunciating word by word: “Yes, I am foolish enough to have loved you for a full ten years…!”
“Ten years?”
Ji Songting was shocked and confused for a few seconds, then he smiled. His smile was full of mockery and contempt. He crushed the unfinished cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him and said coldly:
“Jian An, was your brain damaged in the car crash? Did you get amnesia? We’ve only known each other for three years. Where did the extra seven years come from? You don’t have to make things up just to save your mom, do you?”
“Forget it. I knew all along you wouldn’t believe it.”
Jian An’s face became extremely haggard, revealing a deep sorrow and loneliness. His eyes no longer held a trace of his former unconditional accommodation and obedience. He choked back a sob as he questioned:
“Also, Ji Songting, stop claiming over and over that my mom abused me. Yes, she did that, but all these years, have you not hurt me too?”
Facing this person’s unhesitating, repeated counterattacks, the fury in Ji Songting’s heart flared even stronger.
His hands clenched tightly, his entire demeanor shifting between dark and light. He then suppressed all his restrained emotions, acting as if nothing had happened, his voice devoid of any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness:
“What have I done to hurt you?”
“You’ve completely forgotten the things you’ve done…”
Jian An rarely pulled his lips into a bitter smile. He turned his head to look at the man before him. The man was tall and straight, his posture upright, his handsome features as sharply defined as a sculpture.
The man before him was clearly his own husband, but why did he feel as if the distance between him and Ji Songting was separated by a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers?
He turned his head away, not daring to take another look. His teeth bit down tightly on his thin lips, his vacant eyes brimming with unhideable grief and powerlessness. Then, he spoke slowly:
“When my stomach hurt, you and Shen Chuyan forced me to drink alcohol together. You constantly made things difficult for the people around me. The swimming pool in winter was so, so cold, and I’m terrified of deep water, but you pushed me in without hesitation. Even now, I don’t know how I managed to climb out. It was so pathetic…”
All his accumulated grievances and suppressed anger were vented at this very moment—these words that he had secretly hidden in his heart for so long, too afraid to speak them aloud.
It turned out he wasn’t as capable of enduring as he had imagined.
There were so many more heart-wrenching moments that he didn’t dare recall, nor did he wish to speak of them.
With every word he spoke, his entire heart felt as if it were being sliced inch by inch with a blunt knife. It felt like plummeting into an abyss of ten thousand feet, unable to break free from the bindings and the shadow of fear no matter what, only able to watch helplessly as he sank deeper and deeper…
Hearing those words by his ear, Ji Songting revealed a slightly surprised and bewildered expression, but he quickly concealed it, allowing no one to see a hint of guilt. He asked flatly:
“Then why didn’t you say your stomach hurt, or that you were afraid of water?”
The other party froze for a moment, looking at him with a mournful gaze. His voice was suffused with a heavy bitterness:
“I did say it, but it was completely useless. You wouldn’t believe me; you only thought I was being dramatic… You would only protect Shen Chuyan, and then make things difficult for me time and time again…”
“But haven’t you thought about why I treat you this way? If it weren’t because you caused me to never see my mother again for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t hate you this much.”
His emotions flared with anger, every word hitting the nail on the head: “You’re like a murderer seeking a sense of accomplishment, standing at the crime scene to mock and flaunt your vile methods.”
Shaking his head with eyes full of hot tears, a massive pain rampaged within Jian An’s chest. He cried out, “I’m begging you, stop talking about this right now. My mom is really going to die!”
Hearing this, Ji Songting immediately looked into the distance, a thread of panic flashing through his eyes, terrified that those people would actually kill Zhou Manxiang.
In the clearing surrounded by the crowd, the pliers in the scar-faced man’s hand had somehow been replaced by a sharp axe. His bloodshot eyes were filled with a crazed frenzy.
He pressed down on Zhou Manxiang’s fingers with one hand, while the other hand raised the relatively small axe, gesturing over those five reasonably smooth and white finger bones, pondering how to strike.
He cursed continuously: “Dead bitch, watch me chop off your fingers and stuff them all into your mouth, make you eat them! Let’s see how you cheat then!”
Zhou Manxiang was already delirious with pain. Through her blood-blurred eyes, she could barely make out the axe in his hand pointing at the fingers she often used to touch men.
At this moment, she was like a mute, unable to utter a single word. Her disheveled hair made her usually glamorous self look like a despised beggar.
Zhou Manxiang’s face was completely drained of color from terror. She wanted to pull her arm back but was pinned down tightly. She could only part her lips with difficulty, but the moment she opened her mouth, a series of sharp, throbbing pains instantly shot out from where her tooth had been extracted.
Over there, Jian An learned from the crowd the reason for his mother’s abuse, and that she was about to face mutilation.
His legs instantly went weak, as if losing all points of support. His entire body was about to collapse heavily onto the floor, but luckily, Xiao Wang caught him.
In the next second, Jian An dropped directly to his knees on the floor. His hands, as thin as dry twigs, trembled as they grabbed the man’s trousers. His eyes flashed with reluctance and pleading as he cried out with a torn heart:
“I’m begging you! Begging you to save my mom! I don’t want to watch helplessly as her hands are chopped off…! Right now, only you can save her! Can you please help?!”
With tear-filled eyes, he cried with a broken heart, overwhelmed with sorrow. In the end, he was so useless that he could only kneel on the ground and beg.
This cry and shout, which would make anyone feel a protective tenderness, directly drew the attention of the surrounding people.
They simply watched as the delicate-looking youth knelt before the suited man, crying a river of tears, each sob like a falling pearl. They couldn’t help but whisper among themselves:
“Isn’t… isn’t this the CEO Young Master of the Ji Group? He’s so rich, why is he in a place like this? And who is that person kneeling beside him?”
“Who cares who it is? Probably just another one of President Ji’s little lovers who got dumped and is now begging to get back together!”
“Hey, I have to say, this little lover looks really exquisite. Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can tell at a glance he’s the type to be fucked to tears in bed. Damn, just saying that is giving me a reaction.”
“Fuck, stop talking. I’m getting one too. President Ji’s self-control is really something, how can he hold back from doing him.”
The filthy words beside them scraped against their ears like knives, so loud it made their eardrums ache. Ji Songting truly couldn’t listen anymore, and subsequently shot an indifferent glance at the driver, Xiao Wang, meaning to shut those people up.
Xiao Wang nodded, then walked toward those foul-mouthed men. His aura was no less intimidating than a bodyguard’s.
Who knows what was said, but these few burly men were initially displeased and rubbed their hands together, wanting to start a fight. However, in the next second, Xiao Wang directly swung his fists, knocking the two instigators to the ground. The others stared dumbfounded, then tacitly retreated to the side.
Ji Songting withdrew his gaze. He truly hadn’t expected that Jian An would actually disregard his pride to save Zhou Manxiang, willingly kneeling before him in front of a crowd, and crying like that.
How utterly disgraceful.
But it was fine; it perfectly aligned with his intentions. He just wanted to see Jian An’s lowly and submissive appearance. It made him feel that the youth before him still needed him, rather than Shen Yunheng.
Ji Songting stood sideways facing him. The expression on his face remained unmoved. He simply cast a lazy, condescending glance at the person by his feet, staring coldly at Jian An, as if scrutinizing his most beloved toy.
That gaze was far too icy and ruthless, like looking at a dead person, causing Jian An to involuntarily shudder.
Immediately after, he heard the man’s frosty yet resentful voice sound above his head:
“Heh… When we were at home, weren’t you being disrespectful to me? Weren’t you asking me for a divorce? Weren’t you going to elope with another man? Why are you begging me? Go beg that guy named Shen Yunheng, go on!”
“I don’t want anything anymore! I was wrong…”
Jian An apologized incoherently. His hands suddenly let go of Ji Songting’s trousers as he covered his face and began to weep bitterly.
Then, he forcefully wiped the tear tracks from his face and looked up at the man. The color of his eyes was as dim as if a layer of ash had been sprinkled over them. The gaze that once deluded itself into rebelling now held only compromise. He said hoarsely:
“I won’t divorce you… nor will I go to Jiangnan with Shen Yunheng. I will obediently be your slave and stay in the Ji household. I won’t go anywhere… Is that enough?”
But he felt that this could never be enough for Ji Songting. What that man had always wanted was merely to torture him to death for revenge, or to leave him trapped in agony, unable to live or die.
His life was truly ironic and laughable…
Three years ago, he fought with all his might, shamelessly trying to enter the Ji family and marry Ji Songting. Yet now, it had become a cage from which he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
All of this seemed like a cycle of karma, punishing him.
Hearing this, the corners of Ji Songting’s lips curled up in an indolent smile. The goal he desired in his heart had been achieved.
However, his interest in continuing to watch this person make a fool of himself had not waned. Thus, he slowly crouched down. His right hand gently pinched Jian An’s jaw, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. His left hand softly caressed the youth’s fair face, as if admiring a piece of artwork. His flat tone was tinged with a bit of playfulness:
“If you kowtow to me a few times in front of those people, maybe my heart will soften, and I’ll agree to save your mom.”
Jian An only felt a bone-chilling coldness transmitted from those fingertips. His arms couldn’t help but tremble, and crystal-clear tears still clung to his eyes.
When his eyes met that gaze filled with teasing and mockery, his pupils suddenly contracted. An immense terror instantly surged to every part of his body.
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