Ji Pei's mother never cooked. She would only give Ji Pei a token amount of pocket money each month.
Ji Pei would always turn his head away coldly and throw the money on the ground. "Ji Ying, I don't want your dirty money! Get out of here!"
It was the first time Ji Pei had called his mother by her name directly, grinding his teeth and his small body trembling uncontrollably.
The more the young boy wanted to escape, the more he was enveloped by the dark reality, which weighed so heavily on him that he could hardly breathe.
Ji Ying swayed her hips and sat down on the sofa seductively. She liked to wear cheongsams with high slits that revealed her fair and jade - like thighs, making people's minds wander.
She took out a cigarette and blew out smoke rings. The curling smoke made her face look hazy.
Ji Ying was undoubtedly beautiful, but it was a kind of beauty tinged with decadence and self - indulgence, which made her even more alluring.
"Think my money is dirty? Ji Pei, don't forget, it was me who gave birth to you." Ji Ying hit the nail on the head.
Ji Pei fell silent. This damned blood relationship was something he could never change in his life.
He was the son of a prostitute, and he would be one even if he died.
Ji Pei once thought that Ji Ying had become like this because she had been hurt in love, using momentary splendor to fill the void in her heart.
But the reality was like a resounding slap in Ji Pei's face.
Ji Ying's lewdness seemed to be engraved in her bones. She didn't know what propriety and shame were.
She flaunted her promiscuity. Once there were no men coming to the house for a day,
Ji Ying couldn't bear the loneliness and would go out to find a target on her own initiative.
"Fifty yuan for one night. Do you want it?" A fat man with a rough face stared fixedly at Ji Ying's plump breasts, his eyes glinting with desire and greed.
Ji Ying traced circles on the man's chest with her finger, clinging to him bonelessly and giggling, "Sure."
Ji Ying enjoyed the men being infatuated with her. It made her feel happy.
Those men flocked to her one after another, all coveting her body.
The room had poor sound insulation. In the cramped house, the flirting and the moans of men and women rang clearly in Ji Pei's ears like a curse.
Ji Pei really wanted to ask Ji Ying if she was really so desperate for men. Was it really that hard for her to be decent?
But Ji Pei never asked.
What was the point of asking?
It would only be self - humiliation.
The grand spectacle of "endless guests" finally started to fade when Ji Pei entered junior high school.
Fewer and fewer men came to see Ji Ying, and the number of times was countable on one hand.
Ji Ying was terrified. She tried desperately to hold back the departing steps of those men.
But the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the sagging skin, and the out - of - shape figure all reminded Ji Ying of the fact that her beauty had faded.
She was really old.
Because of her long - term decadent life, Ji Ying aged quickly.
Although she was only in her early thirties, she looked like a woman in her forties.
She could no longer fit into the cheongsam. What it outlined was no longer a perfect and smooth waistline but layers of disgusting fat.
Ji Ying began to use loose clothes to hide her bloated figure and thick makeup to hide her old age.
Looking at the helpless Ji Ying, Ji Pei didn't feel sorry for her at all. Instead, he felt extremely pleased.
Ji Pei thought maliciously, "It would be better if she was even more miserable and no man came to her at all."
Just as Ji Pei had thought, Ji Ying finally ended up being ignored.
However, the way she looked at Ji Pei became stranger and stranger.
At first, it was disdain, but later, greed was faintly visible in her eyes.
Ji Pei never expected that his mother could be so shameless.
It was a night that Ji Pei would never forget, a nightmare for all eternity.
At that time, Ji Pei was in his first year of senior high school. He didn't want to go home and face Ji Ying, so he chose to board at school.
Ji Ying had complained half - heartedly about why Ji Pei didn't live at home.
Ji Pei ignored her. If he could, he would rather never return to this home for the rest of his life.
On Friday night, Ji Pei was the last one to leave school.
He used endless study to numb his nerves. Since it had just rained, the air was filled with the fragrance of the soil.
Ji Pei walked slowly. Looking at his long shadow on the ground, the familiar feeling of loneliness surrounded him.
It wouldn't be long. In two years, he could leave Ji Ying.
Ji Pei thought the road was unusually short today. In just half an hour, he was standing in front of his home.
He took out his key and opened the door. The room was pitch - black.
Ji Pei thought Ji Ying had gone out for fun again. He heaved a sigh of relief, bent down, and changed his shoes at the entrance.
Behind him, a black figure was slowly approaching him.
Ji Pei didn't notice that danger was creeping up on him.
A sudden blow from a club made Ji Pei groan in pain. The scene in front of his eyes spun.
He shook his head desperately, trying to stay awake.
In the darkness, he vaguely saw Ji Ying's face with a twisted smile on it.
How could this happen?
What did she want to do?
Ji Pei couldn't figure it out and passed out.
After Ji Ying was sure Ji Pei had stopped making any sound, she casually threw the club aside and turned on the light.
She rubbed her hands together, and the greed in her eyes was undisguised as she scanned Ji Pei's body inch by inch.
Ji Ying touched Ji Pei's handsome face obsessively, leaned close to his body, and smelled the youthful vigor that emanated from him.
"Son, I've raised you for so many years. It's time for you to repay me." Ji Ying helped Ji Pei up and walked towards the bedroom.
On the big bed where Ji Ying had once rolled around with countless men, now lay her own good son.
This kind of taboo ethics made Ji Ying even more excited.
She impatiently stripped off Ji Pei's school uniform. Although the young boy looked thin, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible.
Ji Ying's rough hands lingered on Ji Pei's body.
When did she start having such dirty thoughts about Ji Pei?
Maybe it was when those men no longer wanted to come to her.
She finally had the time to turn her attention to Ji Pei, whom she had neglected for so long.
Ji Ying was surprised to find that the little boy had unknowingly grown up so much.
Ji Ying felt her body becoming more and more empty. In her opinion, men were her antidote.
The thought of possessing Ji Pei became stronger and stronger in her mind.
She tried hard to restrain herself. It wasn't the right time yet. He was still too young.
When he grew a bit more, he would surely be more delicious.
Ji Ying began to look forward to Ji Pei coming home. But Ji Pei became more and more disobedient after entering high school. He had his own opinions.
Ji Ying was afraid that if she didn't act quickly, she would lose Ji Pei completely.
So she counted the days when Ji Pei would come home and planned to take action on this day.