LND Ch17


In the winter afternoon, the 5-year-old boy finally finished building the spaceship model in his hand with a happy smile. He turned to the window and shouted, “Mom.”

The sunshine is warm and warm, so it’s rare for the woman to have the interest to move out of the long-sealed easel in the collection room and continue their unfinished paintings.

She painted a dancer who turned around, jumped, and stretched to the fullest. His posture was light and flexible, and he was like a noble swan flapping its wings in a woman’s pen, elegant and beautiful.

She carefully sketched out the details to achieve perfection.

The sun shone gently on the woman through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the lazy twist braid behind her was plated with a faint gold. When she heard the voice, she turned to the boy and smiled softly.

The boy walked up to the woman, holding his chest upright and proud, lifted the slightly heavy model in his hand and showed it in a reserved tone: “I finished.”

The spaceship model is very large, and there are thousands of parts. For a five-year-old child, reading the instructions is still very difficult, which requires both eyesight and cleverness and a high degree of concentration and patience.

The woman held the paint tray and the brush in one hand. There was no way to hug the child, so she leaned over and put her cheek on the boy’s face, praising: “Cheng Rui is great, and the spaceship is really good!”

The boy rubbed it subconsciously, with a bigger smile and great attachment, but he seemed to realize he was a man and could no longer be coquettish with his mother. He quickly stepped back and asked like a grown-up, “Mom, have you finished drawing?”

His eyes rested on the courtyard outside the window, and the sun shone. Two nestling birds, one large and one small, were parked on the swing.

The woman saw through her son’s careful thoughts and asked with a smile, “Mom is almost finished painting. Let’s sunbathe together later. Do you want to play on the swing?”

The boy nodded, looked at the picture, and hesitated, “Mom, you didn’t draw the face.”

Yes, the dancers drawn have no facial features, and the dance clothes are only decorated with white feathers.

The woman smiled and shook her head gently. “It’s perfect.”

The dancer’s charm and beauty in his posture lead his neck to the sky. Where the canvas can’t be unfolded, there seems to be a broader stage or freedom. What does it matter if he has a face?

At that time, the boy didn’t expect so much. He obediently took the model back to the table and prepared to go to the yard to bask in the sun, swing on a swing and have a leisurely afternoon tea with his mother after painting.

However, the beautiful expectation soon became a bubble. Suddenly, the door was kicked open vigorously, and there was a loud crash. He saw a man angrily break in and break the room’s warmth.

He went straight to the woman in front of the window without looking at the dazed boy. Although unsteady and stumbling, he was swift, accompanied by the smell of alcohol, which also brought a terrible haze.

There was a thud behind him, the sound of an easel and a bucket falling, followed by a loud slap and a woman exclaiming and groaning.

“Hua …” It took three days, and the model ship that used all the boy’s attention suddenly fell to the ground and fell apart.

He jumped up like a madman, biting a man’s wrist around holding a woman’s neck with all his strength.

The boy who showed his gentlemanly demeanour suddenly became a fierce wolf cub, showing his immature fangs to the man who hurt his mother.

The man let go of the woman subconsciously with a scream but raised his foot and kicked it hard at the boy’s stomach.

“Shit, little bastard!”

The boy was kicked out, crashed into the table and fell on the model parts all over the floor. The diaphragm hurt him all over because he was kicked too hard. He curled up and groaned in pain.

“Cheng Rui!” The woman exclaimed and was about to climb from the ground, but the man pulled her hair back.

Painful moans, the dull sound of fists, and curses sounded in the room, and the sun seemed to lose its temperature, leaving only a cold chill, and filar silk seeped into the bone marrow with the sound.

“Mom …” The boy struggled to stand up. He reached out and walked step by step, regardless of the pain in his stomach. He knew his strength was too small to stop the man’s atrocities. He could only plead as before: “Stop fighting, Dad, stop fighting, please …”

“Go … Cheng Rui … Go out …” The woman’s gentle smile broke into fear, divided by tears and stabbed into the boy’s heart.

The man waved the boy away, and his eyes were so scarlet that he didn’t know whether to vent or be excited. Like an irrational beast, he shouted at the door, “Drag this little rabbit out for me!”

“Master Cheng Rui, let me walk you out first. It’s a mess here.” The housekeeper’s voice immediately sounded behind him. The boy turned around and found several servants and men’s assistants standing at the door. They were indifferent to the women’s screams, disregarded the man’s tyranny, and seemed to be watching an immersive movie.

“Master Cheng Rui, don’t worry about it. Let’s go.” The housekeeper sighed and took his hand, trying to take him out.

However, the boy bit his hand and struggled to jump on the man, so the housekeeper endured the pain and dragged him out.

The dancer who jumps and yearns for freedom is quickly torn to the ground. The woman struggled and screamed, stained with wet paint, but only the red blood was the most dazzling.

Soon, this last picture was completely closed in front of the boy.

Screams came out intermittently through the door, and the boy somehow got the strength to break away from the housekeeper. He slapped the door panel hard, and his voice was hoarse. “Leave mom alone, dad, please, stop fighting, she’s mom!”

Tears streaming down his face, he held the doorknob and refused to leave. He looked back at the servant at the door and asked helplessly, “Mom will die … Please help her …”

“She will die!”

The people at the door looked at each other, but there was no movement. This has happened before. Even if there was compassion in their eyes, they dared not disobey the man inside.

The boy showed despair.

One minute is like suffering. He didn’t know how long it took. He waited until the sound inside became weak, and the door was opened until there was no sound.

He saw a fierce man doing his hair, smoothing his clothes. With the attitude of the devil, he walked out from the inside.

He has vented enough. He walked steadily, with a fake smile, and was as kind as a refined scholar. He told the housekeeper, “Find a doctor for my wife.”

The housekeeper respectfully replied, “Yes.”

He looked down at the dull boy, and the devil contentedly put away his fangs and touched his head with pretended love.

On that day, after the family doctor arrived, the woman was rushed to the hospital ICU.

And the boy was lying in the ward next to her, bleeding from his stomach.

It was not until several days later that the boy learned from other people’s discussions that the man’s rage that day was because his grandfather handed over the most important project to his youngest son, and the man failed in the competition. He asked his brother-in-law for “help”.

But what do these things have to do with the mother and child?

For more than 20 years, Yu Sinian felt that he could face him calmly now, but he didn’t expect that the long-sealed memory would reappear at the moment of seeing Xie Zhang again. The man’s hypocritical smile was refracted through the lens as if distorted into the ferocious horror of the day, like a shadow, like a nightmare.

Yu Sinian’s breathing suddenly became rapid, and the boy’s frightened cry, along with the woman’s screaming, seemed to be heard in his ear. He thought he was ready, but his inner anger was still like an erupting volcano at the moment, and it was difficult to suppress the karst.

In these years abroad, while studying, he took care of his mother, and his physical wounds could be healed. However, the psychological scars made caused him to have a strong stress reaction. In the past few years, he constantly feared losing his mother at any time.

And this person has remarried and had children over the years and seems to live quite well.

Dark thoughts and terrible thoughts breed in Yu Sinian’s heart. He sits in the center of the venue symbolizing identity and wealth, his whole body is stiff, and the coldness and hatred on his face are hard to hide, even through his glasses.

Xie Zhang seemed to feel his eyes and looked up … Just then, Yu Sinian’s mobile phone suddenly shook, and he looked down and saw a WeChat.

[Brother Sinian, these four years have been really hard for you! ]

[You say how I am so not sensible!! ! Crazy. JPG]

[I promise I will listen to you in the future, ok? Clever. JPG]

Three lines in a row appeared protruding on the mobile phone screen. Although this was telling the truth, Yu Sinian was completely confused by the random string.

He frowned, thinking, what’s wrong?

Soon, a WeChat jumped in again. There were no words or pictures this time but a real transfer of 52,000. Words are not enough to express Mr. Zheng’s remorse, and he directly transferred money.

The number represents the other party’s heart, but this heart is accompanied by the arrival of the bank’s notification text message.

[Your savings card ending in XXXX spent 52,000.00 yuan in cash…]

Yu Sinian:?

[Hurry up, get the red envelope! ]

[Full of heart biubiu for you.JPG]

The other end even sent a message urging, for fear that Yu Sinian would not accept it.

When Yu Sinian looked at this nonsense message, he only felt that all the resentment and dark emotions suddenly turned into an oolong, which was inexplicably stuck in his throat, giving him no time to pay attention to those negative emotions.

He secretly took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. After taking a deep breath, he was left with helplessness and a headache.

He rubbed the space between his brows. The past cannot be changed, but reality tells him there is still trouble around him, big trouble that he could get out of originally, but now he cannot get rid of it.

His fingers rubbed back and forth on the ridiculous transfer red envelope, and finally, under the constant poking of the WeChat avatar, he could only click Receive and send it two words, [Thank you. ]

[You’re welcome. I like you the most, so much. JPG]

Zheng Shu’s second reply made Yu Sinian pull the corners of his mouth. He put away his mobile phone and would not reply again, but it has to be said that this mess has calmed his mood a lot, and he can even casually follow Xie Zhang, who came to see him and gently pointed a polite head.

It doesn’t matter. There’s still plenty of time.

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Boss, Let’s Not Get Divorce.

Boss, Let’s Not Get Divorce.

Status: Ongoing Author: , Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese
Zheng Shu read a danmei novel with deep sadomasochistic love and was deeply impressed by a wealthy cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him. The cannon fodder is ignorant, arrogant and domineering, and suppresses the protagonist Shou beyond his means, and finally ends up being broken by the protagonist's gong. In Zheng Shu's view, this is completely avoidable! Because the young master has a domineering ex-husband, who was appointed by his father to be a business elite to manage the huge Zheng Group for him, and he is the only character that the protagonist in the book fears! It's a pity that the young master left him for a little star. A car accident caused Zheng Shu to become this cannon fodder, and in the bright and clean CEO's office, he wanted to divorce the big boss. ……hehe. He grabbed the divorce agreement and sent it directly into the shredder. He hugged his wife's golden thigh with embarrassment, and said affectionately: "Honey, I don't think our relationship has broken down, we can still fix it." The original owner is so stupid, but he is not stupid, he is the winner in life if he lies flat, what more fancy things are needed? Not only will he, not divorce, but he will also be a good husband.


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