In Ji Ying's mind, so - called ethics and morals were all illusory. In her view, being happy was the most important thing in life.
So she cruelly built her momentary pleasure on Ji Pei's eternal pain.
Ji Pei woke up when Ji Ying was lying on top of him, wriggling non - stop.
If possible, he would rather never wake up.
It would be better than being so humiliated.
"Y - you let go of me." Ji Pei was no longer a child. The strange sensations from his body and the closely attached skin made the humiliation in his heart reach its peak.
Ji Ying moaned wantonly. She completely ignored Ji Pei's resistance and indulged herself in lust.
"My... my good son, what's wrong with you serving me? Others have to pay to sleep with me, but you don't need to." Ji Ying's words were vulgar and explicit. The flush on her face was extremely eye - catching.
Ji Pei stopped struggling. He looked at the woman on top of him, who was showing her disgraceful side, and mercilessly cut off the last trace of affection he had for Ji Ying in his heart.
That night, the light in the young boy's eyes completely dimmed.
What replaced it was boundless darkness and day - after - day nightmares.
Seeing that Ji Pei was motionless, Ji Ying felt a bit bored.
She did her best to tease Ji Pei.
Because Ji Pei was too inexperienced, even though he was extremely ashamed and angry in his heart, he still couldn't resist the physiological reaction and was forced to sink into lust.
Ji Ying intensified her movements and groped forward, trying to kiss Ji Pei on the lips.
Ji Pei gritted his teeth tightly. No matter what Ji Ying did, he never let her touch his lips.
When Ji Ying finally had her fill, she rolled off Ji Pei and fell asleep on one side of the bed.
Listening to the snoring beside him, tears streamed down Ji Pei's eyes, soaking his temples and wetting the pillow, leaving a water stain.
Ji Pei propped himself up, walked into the bathroom, and locked the door tightly.
He was afraid that Ji Ying would wake up and rush into the bathroom.
The water flowed over Ji Pei's body. He desperately scrubbed the eye - catching red marks.
He didn't stop until his skin began to peel.
Looking at the disfigured young boy in the mirror, Ji Pei laughed.
As he laughed, Ji Pei suddenly punched the mirror with his fist.
The blood trickled down along the broken pieces of the mirror, but Ji Pei seemed not to feel any pain.
"Why! Why was I born as Ji Ying's son! Why!" Ji Pei roared. His eyes were filled with terrifying red blood streaks, and his expression was crazy.
After that day, Ji Pei never went back home.
During holidays, Ji Pei would stay alone at school. He was like a robot, reading books tirelessly.
Ji Pei avoided seeing Ji Ying. Even when Ji Ying cut off his living expenses in an attempt to force him to go home, Ji Pei never bowed his head.
What for?
To be her tool for venting again?
Ji Pei's heart gradually twisted. He hated the world and everyone who lived better than him.
He was like a pool of sludge, emitting a stinking smell of decay from the inside out.
And Ji Pei's disgust for women in his heart was also increasing day by day.
He hated the touch from the opposite sex. Even a single word with a woman could make him uncomfortable for a long time.
Ji Pei was full of wariness. Whenever someone got close to him, he would subconsciously stay away.
He was afraid, afraid that there would be another Ji Ying.
The gossips about Ji Ying never stopped.
Ji Ying always liked to wear a red dress and put on heavy makeup, swaggering through the neighborhood. She didn't care about others' pointing and whispering at all.
The neighbors couldn't bear to watch. They always secretly helped the thin but strong young boy.
Facing the neighbors' kindness, Ji Pei nodded obediently with a clear smile and just - right gratitude, "Thank you so much."
Such a Ji Pei made people feel even more heart - ache.
The neighbor sighed that it was really a pity and told Ji Pei that if he ever had any difficulties in the future, he could just come to him.
After thanking the neighbor again, Ji Pei politely declined the invitation to stay for dinner.
After closing the door, the smile on Ji Pei's face disappeared. He rushed into the bathroom and washed the hand that the neighbor had accidentally touched with hand - sanitizer several times.
Ji Pei walked into Ji Ying's room. A stench assailed his nostrils.
He endured the discomfort in his heart and rummaged through the cabinets in Ji Ying's room.
If possible, he wished Ji Ying would never appear in front of him for the rest of his life.
But tuition fees and living expenses were undoubtedly a huge problem for him at present.
After much thought, Ji Pei decided to steal Ji Ying's money for emergency.
Ji Pei searched every corner of Ji Ying's room carefully. He found a bank passbook in a corner under the bed board.
When he went to the bank with the passbook, he tried Ji Ying's birthday as the password, and it worked.
Ji Pei withdrew all the money from the passbook, a total of 50,000 yuan.
"That should be enough for two years." Ji Pei's expenses were not large. Excluding the money for buying books, 3,000 yuan of tuition fees a year, and the necessary expenses for meals, he could barely get through the remaining two years of high school.
But Ji Pei still decided to take a part - time job on weekends to earn extra money.
As a high - school student, no one was willing to hire him. After several rejections, Ji Pei finally found a job as a cashier in a coffee shop.
At the same time, when Ji Pei was at school, he became extremely cherish every moment and every second of reading.
His goal was very clear: to qualify as a recommended student of the school.
Reading was Ji Pei's only salvation.
At least in Ji Pei's view, it was.
"So how did the entanglement between you and Ji Pei, and between Ji Pei and Sheng Qingqiu start?" Yang Heng listened to Zhang Lu's description and felt deeply sympathetic for Ji Pei's tragic experience.
With such a mother, it was already good enough that Ji Pei didn't become a social rebel.
Zhang Lu had been talking for a long time and felt a bit thirsty. Qin An timely handed him a glass of water.
"Thank you." Zhang Lu moistened his throat and continued to tell all he knew about Ji Pei.
Ji Pei's grades far exceeded those of his peers in the same grade. He was the one that all the teachers thought most likely to get the recommendation qualification.
And Ji Pei's gentle and scholarly air also attracted the favor of many girls.
Sheng Qingqiu was one of them.
Once during a break, Sheng Qingqiu passed by Ji Pei's classroom. Out of the blue, she turned her head and saw Ji Pei's side profile sitting by the window, thinking seriously.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the bangs in front of the young boy's forehead fluttered in the wind.
It added a bit of unruly charm and showed the elegant temperament of a "handsome young master on the street".
Sheng Qingqiu stopped in her tracks, took out her phone, and secretly took a picture of this scene.
Because of her outstanding appearance and the character of seducing boys, Sheng Qingqiu was not popular among girls.
They kept their distance from her.
But it was different for boys. The hormones of youth were like little wild animals, roaring in their bodies.
They followed Sheng Qingqiu willingly, serving as her spare tires.