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The ambiguous figure on the phone with Yang Meiling was Zhang Qiang, a notorious small-time thug in our town who made a living through loan sharking and debt collection. Yang Meiling first met him at the Mahjong Parlor, where their fingers would inadvertently brush against each other across the table, and their gazes would intertwine like strands of silk.
I knew that despite her flirtatious exterior, Yang Meiling was still wary of her father. She needed someone to give her a push. So, a week ago, I had already begun weaving dreams for her. Throughout this week, whenever she fell asleep, she would dream of herself entangled with Zhang Qiang in bed—those blush-inducing touches and the breathless gasps were enough to wake her in the middle of the night. When she turned over to sleep again, she would slip into another enchanting dream.
Yang Meiling became increasingly addicted to these spring dreams; she even began going to bed earlier and increased her afternoon naps. Moreover, I noticed that their chance encounters outside the Mahjong Parlor started to increase as well. Each time they brushed past one another, their bare arms would inadvertently graze, and the spark of desire in their eyes was nearly impossible to contain.
Finally, two days after the "phone incident," Yang Meiling could no longer hold back and sent Zhang Qiang a WeChat message: "Old Li has gone out to play cards and won’t be back until dawn. Come over tonight; I’ll make you a late-night snack." After hanging up the phone, Yang Meiling changed into her low-cut red dress, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, and fussed over her hair, completely forgetting that she had a fourteen-year-old stepdaughter at home.
At ten o'clock that night, Zhang Qiang arrived.
The small-time thug leaned against the doorframe with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes filled with raw desire. Yang Meiling bit her lip and wrapped her arm around him to close the door. As their bodies brushed against each other, the pent-up passion that had been building between them finally burst forth.
The two of them quickly rolled onto the bed, clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. However, unbeknownst to them, her father had indeed gone out to play cards but would soon return. His luck at cards had been terrible that day; he would quickly lose all his money and would definitely come home to get more. He remembered that there were still fifty thousand yuan he had earned from selling me in Yang Meiling's wardrobe.
As eleven o'clock approached, her father returned home.
He moved quietly, hoping to sneak away the fifty thousand yuan while Yang Meiling was sound asleep. At that moment, Yang Meiling had just finished a passionate encounter and was calming her breath when she suddenly heard a soft "click" at the door.
All the hairs on her body stood on end, and she anxiously pushed Zhang Qiang, saying, "Hey! Something's wrong! I think I heard Old Li come back!"
Zhang Qiang lazily leaned closer, wanting to kiss her. "Don't scare yourself like that. Didn't you say he went to play cards? How could he be back so soon..."
"No! You need to hide!" Yang Meiling was sure she heard footsteps. She pushed Zhang Qiang away and sat up abruptly.
But it was already too late. The bedroom door had been opened, and her father stood in the doorway.
In the dim light of the hallway, he clearly saw the two naked bodies on the bed, and his eyes instantly turned blood red. The two people on the bed hurriedly separated; Yang Meiling frantically wrapped herself in the sheets while Zhang Qiang scrambled to pick up his scattered clothes.
Her father merely stood at the door like a statue, motionless. As the two lovers were momentarily at a loss for how to react, the man at the door suddenly erupted in a roar.
"Slut!"
He charged forward, grabbing Yang Meiling by her hair and throwing her against the wall. The small-time thug Zhang Qiang had already put on his pants; sensing the situation was dire, he didn’t even bother to grab his clothes and awkwardly ran past me without looking back, disappearing down the hallway in just a few steps.
Yang Meiling also wanted to escape with Zhang Qiang; she stumbled toward the door. But just as she was about to grasp the doorknob, I gently raised my hand.
With a click, the door was locked from the inside. Yang Meiling exerted all her strength against it, but the door wouldn’t budge; the doorknob turned futilely in her grasp.
Her father staggered over, grabbing Yang Meiling by the shoulders and slamming her down onto the living room floor. She crawled to his feet, crying as she pleaded, "I didn't... I didn't do anything, Old Li... You have to believe me; he forced me..."
"Shut up!"
Her father gripped Yang Meiling's neck tightly, forcing her down to the ground.
Startled by her father's strength, Yang Meiling immediately sensed the danger and began to struggle desperately, her nails scratching deep into his arms, leaving trails of blood.
But the man in front of her clenched his teeth, seemingly impervious to the pain, and his grip only tightened further.
Yang Meiling's desperate whimpers gradually weakened, turning into intermittent gasps. Her face shifted from a flush to a deep purple, her body convulsing like a fish out of water.
Finally, after flailing her hands aimlessly in the air a couple of times, Yang Meiling's arms fell limply to her sides, motionless.
Throughout it all, I crouched beside her.
I knew she could see me.
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