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My Parents Pulled Me Away from the Pervert
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I opened the bottle cap and poured out the sleeping pills. My hands trembled, somewhat unresponsive. At that moment, a handsome face floated before my eyes. I whispered to myself, goodbye, may you be well! Tears rolled down my cheeks, stopping at the corners of my mouth, the faint salty taste invading my thoughts. Just as I was about to bring the pills to my lips, my father burst through the door and strode toward me. With a wave of his hand, he knocked the pills from my grasp and shouted angrily, "If you want to die, don't do it in this house! Go outside! Once you step through that door, you will have nothing to do with me or your mother anymore. From now on, we won't care about you; it's as if we never had you."
I had never seen my father so furious. His face was ashen, his eyes burning with an unnamed rage mixed with sorrow and helplessness, even pain. I noticed tears shimmering in his hollow gaze, the glint of those tears piercing me like a cold dagger.
I felt that holding on for love was worth it, even if it meant shattering into pieces. The reason for my despair lay in my parents' disapproval of my relationship with my boyfriend; they disliked him and I found them too domineering and heartless, disregarding my feelings.
Six months ago, I met Zhou Fubing. He was handsome, the epitome of a charming young man. His family was well-off; he was truly the prince charming in my heart. I was deeply attracted to his appearance and fell in love with him after just a few encounters. Zhou Fubing promised me happiness.
I told my parents about my relationship with Zhou Fubing, but to my surprise, they vehemently opposed it. My father claimed that Zhou Fubing's father was deceitful and had a questionable character, urging me not to associate with him. He insisted that families with poor morals could hardly raise exceptional children.
As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red; one who stays near ink gets stained black." I strongly disagreed with my father's views and continued to secretly see Zhou Fubing, convinced that I had found true love.
That day, Zhou Fubing invited me to a hotel for dinner. Just as we were halfway through our meal, my father barged in without a word and grabbed my hand, dragging me away despite my struggles.
Back home, he berated me mercilessly. No matter how he tried to persuade me, I refused to listen. I even hated him and contemplated reporting him for interfering in my marriage and infringing on my personal freedom. At that moment, I was resolute in marrying Zhou Fubing.
My mother had inquired about Zhou Fubing and heard rumors that he had many girlfriends and was quite promiscuous. I didn't believe it; I thought she was just trying to make me leave him. My family's opposition made me feel despondent and even led me to contemplate ending my life.
I visited several pharmacies to buy sleeping pills. Once I had enough, I prepared to carry out my plan. However, just as I was about to swallow the pills, my father appeared…
His insults drove me mad; I dashed out of the house without thinking. All I wanted was to see Zhou Fubing one last time—perhaps even elope with him. I found him by a small river near his home. There he was, embracing another woman intimately. The woman looked beautiful, dressed provocatively; at that moment, Zhou Fubing was kissing her while his hand slipped under her clothing.
I stood there dumbfounded. Zhou Fubing had professed his love for me repeatedly and promised to marry me wholeheartedly without any involvement with other women. I had believed him completely; he had sworn an oath that moved me deeply. I had vowed never to marry anyone but him. Yet here he was—such a shameless person! How many other women did he have relations with besides this one? Was it true what my mother said—that he was just a fickle playboy?
I turned away and tears streamed down uncontrollably. It dawned on me that I was merely one of his playthings while I had been willing to sacrifice everything for him. Thoughts of my father and mother flooded back as regretful tears flowed freely. How foolish I had been! To trust an outsider—a smooth-talking scoundrel—over those who cared for me most; wasn't that laughable?
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