章 39: Her Ex-Boyfriend
編集者: Atlas Studios
In the evening, it started to rain heavily outside. When Ye Cuicui walked out of the bar, a man beside her eagerly said that he wanted to send her home. Ye Cuicui lowered her head and played with her phone, pretending that she did not hear anything. However, that person kept pestering her. He looked like he would not leave alone if she did not agree. The bar was not located in a remote area. The traffic was bustling, and all kinds of men and women brushed past her. They smelled of alcohol. The man's attitude was eager, and his motive was so obvious he didn't even bother hiding it. He shook the Porsche car key in his hand and it made a rustling sound. The noise blended into the rain with the noisy invitation. The cigarette in her hand became a burden. Ye Cuicui switched the cigarette from her left hand to her right hand and suddenly took a puff. She blew the cigarette on that person's face and paused for a moment. Her attitude was cold and hard. "No need. I don't want to go with you today."
The man spat at her decisive attitude. He probably felt that she did not know how to appreciate his favors. However, in a lawful society, how could a man driving a Porsche lack a female companion? Despite being a little disappointed, he did not force her. He knew that she was a beautiful b*tch, but he did not have to have her.
Ye Cuicui shook her head and didn't feel so dizzy anymore. As she stood by the roadside and waited for a taxi, she thought calmly, 'Why did I reject him? Why didn't I go with him? Isn't this the life I want? A free and wanton life?'
However, this thought was actually more like self-comfort at this point.
Admittedly, some of the episodes in her former life had left indelible aftereffects, but they weren't hard to deal with.
Perhaps because she thought of Song Feng, Ye Cuicui couldn't help but smile mockingly. However, she was mocking herself. After knowing him, she seemed to think of him more frequently. Her feelings for this man seemed to have become more complicated as well. She couldn't control herself. Thinking of this, she felt that her smoking addiction had become even stronger. She even had the urge to drink. Ye Cuicui was a little speechless. Her dependence on Song Feng and addiction even exceeded these things. She needed cigarettes and alcohol to help her control it.
When she thought of this, Ye Cuicui realized that she had not smoked for more than half a year. She had successfully quit smoking then. After meeting Song Feng recently, she relapsed again. Thinking of Song Feng's face and the way he said he wouldn't touch her, Ye Cuicui suddenly did not know what to say. That emotion was quite turbulent. When she saw Song Feng, who was tutoring her, lying on the table with his eyes closed, her first reaction had nothing to do with desire. She leaned over and kissed him gently. The kiss was as soft as a feather.
It was still raining. Ye Cuicui took two steps back and felt her throat go dry. She couldn't help but recall some painful memories from the past. The tip of her nose began to fill with the illusion of the faint smell of tobacco on a certain man's body, melting into the slightly wet and cold air. She hesitated for a moment before walking into the convenience store beside the bar. On such a strange day, she strangely saw her ex-boyfriend.
The frivolous man stood in front of the shelves and focused on choosing the drinks, showing Ye Cuicui his thin side profile wearing a hat. However, with one look, Ye Cuicui's body stiffened and she felt like she was about to have a nightmare.
He was very tall - about 1.9 meters. No matter where he stood, the space felt cramped and narrow. Judging from the tattoo on his shoulder, it was obvious that he was from the underworld. He was not to be trifled with. The salesperson at the front desk was also a woman. Her eyes were filled with fear as she sized up him. Ye Cuicui stood rooted to the ground, her blood almost went cold.
It had been three years since they last met. It took Ye Cuicui some time to recognize him. Three years ago, he was imprisoned for intentional assault. Ye Cuicui was finally able to get rid of him. However, thanks to him, Ye Cuicui's life was almost ruined. She went from an obedient girl with good character who performed well academically to a nightclub girl who mingled in bars. Every day, she tossed and turned in the arms of various men. Before she met Song Feng, she thought that she would be doomed to this kind of life forever. However, after meeting Song Feng, everything changed. She thought that she still had a chance until this man—Brother Long—appeared in front of her again.
She was calmer than she had imagined and did not scream because his re-appearance was absurd. Ye Cuicui's first reaction was to run, but before she could look away, Brother Long had already looked over. Everything seemed very small in his hand. The man was holding a colorful beverage bottle in his palm and called her name accurately. His voice was deep and his emotions were calm. He acted even more magnanimous than Ye Cuicui, who was pretending to be cold. "Cuicui, long time no see. I came to look for you as soon as I was released from prison, but it seems like you don't want to see me?"
Ye Cuicui fixed her flaws and sized him up. The incandescent light gathered on the brim of his baseball cap and broke half of it, casting a shadow. She could see his gloomy expression clearly. Under the light, his expression was indecipherable. She only knew that his gaze was on her and he did not have any intention of prying. He was so calm, it was as if he was sizing up an old friend or a stranger. It was different from her stiff body that was pretending to be indifferent. Brother Long really did not care. This calmness could almost stab her and made her seem even more pathetic.
It had been three years, but Brother Long was still Brother Long. He had become even more terrifying and unfathomable. This fact made one even more annoyed.
The desire to retch welled up in her throat, and the images in her mind rushed out like a tsunami. It turned out that she had forgotten nothing. A rough kiss, some warmth, and some arguments rushed into her, as if wanting to drown her here. Ye Cuicui felt like she was suffering from PTSD. Her head was splitting, and she wished she could turn around and escape immediately, leaving this man behind. Brother Long said that he was here to see her, and he had specially come over. It was impossible for him to let her go easily.
Seeing that he wasn't getting an answer, he approached her. The shadow that enveloped her made her feel cold. His posture was very calm, but it was like a nightmare that was pressing on her step by step. She smelled smoke. It was nauseating, moldy, unfamiliar, and yet familiar. The eagle-like eyes that were fixated on her felt like confinement. She was in a dilemma between leaving and staying. The man used his arm to block her. Ye Cuicui could finally barely hear what he was saying from the intense ringing in her ears. "Long time no see."
Ye Cuicui forced herself to look up and saw the blue veins on his arms as he stretched out to support the shelf. The swaying cup noodles were pushed back to their original place. When she came back to her senses, he had already taken two steps back. Then, their eyes met. Ye Cuicui's entire body trembled. After a long time, her sweaty hands typed a WeChat message and sent Song Feng her location. She had sent a shocking message. "Save me."
At this moment, she admitted that she wanted to cut ties with the past. She did not want to hang out with Brother Long anymore, nor did she want to have anything to do with this man. She wanted to start a new life with Song Feng.
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