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Early one morning, I went downstairs with a blank expression to have breakfast with Chen Ming, and ran into the landlord sticking safety warnings downstairs.
I took a few glances and saw that it mentioned several cases of pregnant women going missing in the area recently, reminding everyone to avoid going out late at night.
Chen Ming was smoking nearby and asked, "What happened?"
The landlord touched his nose and sighed, "Another pregnant woman has gone missing. They still can't find her. It's said that someone fished out a baby's body from the river, it looked like a fetus of a few months. Some speculate that the pregnant woman was cut open. It's making people very anxious. Lately, you guys should also go out less at night. Safety first."
After finishing speaking, the landlord went to paste the notice on the other buildings, while I and Chen Ming found a spot at the nearby breakfast stall and sat down.
Stall owner is a middle-aged man who looks honest and kind. I deliberately sat in front of his stall and struck up a conversation with him, chatting about everyday life.
After a few minutes of laughing and chatting, sure enough, Chen Ming put down his chopsticks with a dark expression, which suited me just fine. I am very clear about his character - he is petty and possessive.
"You stinky boss, just focus on selling your breakfast. Why do you talk so much?" Chen Ming looked at the boss discontentedly.
I pretended to be surprised and advised Chen Ming: "What's wrong with you? He's just having a normal conversation."
Chen Ming saw me defending the boss, his face turned even uglier, and he directly knocked over my breakfast on the table, wanting to hit me. The stall owner also has a bad temper, grabbed Chen Ming's hand and scolded, "You call yourself a man for hitting a woman!"
Their argument became more and more intense, both of them having hot tempers, and eventually, they even started fighting. The surrounding customers scattered and fled, leaving only me and a few brave passersby watching.
Many passersby began to take out their phones to record, and I secretly felt happy - this was the result I wanted.
Chen Ming and the stall owner fought for over ten minutes, overturning the entire stall. Both of them were panting, with bruised and swollen faces. It wasn't until the police arrived at the scene that they were stopped. The police took both of them to the police station for mediation, and I followed to the police station to give a statement as a witness.
Under the mediation of the police station, the two agreed to reconcile and were released from the police station.
Chen Ming came out of the police station with injuries on his face, looking very disheveled. I knew that this fight had caused him to lose face, and he would definitely vent all his anger on me.
After returning home, Chen Ming indeed started to act up. He used a clothes hanger to hit my back, while scolding me for being unchaste and accusing me of cheating on him. I didn't fight back or beg for mercy, because all of this was part of my plan. I had previously placed a small surveillance camera on the bookshelf, which was now recording the entire process of Chen Ming abusing me.
When Chen Ming got tired of hitting and cursing, he threw down the clothes hanger and left the room. I took a deep breath, feeling the piercing pain in my back, and got up to turn off the camera on the bookshelf.
However, I know it's all worth it because this video can allow me to file for divorce directly without any cooling-off period.
The next day, when I went out for a walk, the sky was drizzling, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. I walked aimlessly on the street, feeling confused and as if I were being crushed by an invisible mountain, unable to catch my breath.
When I passed by a traffic light, I suddenly saw Yang Zongcheng, he was wearing a dark coat, holding a black umbrella, and standing on the roadside waiting for the traffic light. Soon he noticed me and walked over to put the umbrella over my head.
"It's raining, why didn't you bring an umbrella," said Yang Zongcheng.
I forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's just a little rain."
Just as he finished speaking, the rain suddenly grew heavier, pattering on the umbrella. Yang Zongcheng looked around at the nearby shops and said, "Have you eaten yet? The rain is too heavy now. Let's find a restaurant to take shelter from the rain and have lunch as well."
"Sure," I nodded. "I'll treat you. It's a good opportunity to thank you for saving my life that night."
We found a Western restaurant. The pouring rain outside was washing the city, making all the buildings barely visible.
Inside the restaurant, music was playing. Yang Zongcheng ordered the food and then looked at me, saying, "Why do you seem a little unhappy?"
"So down and out, how can one be happy?"
"Sigh, things will get better eventually."
"By the way, are your injuries all healed? I really feel sorry for you, I've caused you so many injuries."
Yang Zongcheng shrugged and said, "It's okay, I've almost recovered. It's just that your husband has a really bad temper. You two must argue a lot normally, right?"
I sneered, "Actually, he used to be physically abusive as well. In the past, he would just yell at me and I would endure it. But after we both lost our jobs, he became even more violent."
"Why are you still with someone like that?"
"It's okay, I'm already preparing to divorce him, but don't tell anyone about it."
He nodded, "Understood, I hope you can get out of this difficult situation soon."
I raised my glass to him and said, "I still want to formally thank you. Thank you for saving me. And I also want to apologize to you for getting hit by a bottle for no reason."
Yang Zongcheng smiled at me and said, "Actually, it's fate. It's nothing. After all, I had a crush on you in high school for a while. You might not believe it when I say this."
I was stunned for a moment, then I put down my glass and said, "This... you must be joking."
"I'm not joking, but I haven't felt that way since then, maybe it's because I was young at the time."
I breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, I don't have any feelings for Yang Zongcheng at all.
"It's all in the past. It's nice to be friends now, isn't it? What kind of work are you doing now?" I changed the subject.
"I don't have a proper job, I just set up a stall nearby to sell snacks."
We continued to chat about this and that, and after finishing our meal, the rain outside had stopped and the sky was clearing up. When we left the restaurant, the air was very fresh.
"Are you going back now?" Yang Zongcheng asked.
"You go back first, I'm going to take another stroll," I replied, turning my head to look around at the surrounding shops.
But then I suddenly saw a man in black standing at the street corner not far away. After our eyes met for a moment, he quickly shrank back and then disappeared. I realized that this man seemed to be monitoring me.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Zongcheng waved his hand in front of me.
"It's nothing, you go back first, I still have things to do."
I watched Yang Zongcheng leave, then wandered around the surroundings. But all along the way, I felt uneasy in my heart. Who is that man?
I didn't return home until evening, and Chen Ming wasn't at home. If I guessed correctly, he must have gone out for a drink again, but I didn't mind. I quickly took a hot shower.
Or maybe I was just too tired from the day's activities, feeling utterly exhausted. After taking a shower and drinking a cup of hot water, I went to bed early and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt a The man in black. pressing down on me, trying to undo my pajamas. I struggled desperately but had no strength, and everything felt like a dream. In the end, I drifted back into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I found Chen Ming lying next to me. As I looked at his face, I felt a wave of disgust. I suspected that he had forced himself on me again last night.
But when I got up and put on my slippers, I noticed a strange shoe print on the floor that clearly did not belong to Chen Ming.
At this moment, my heart sank, and the image of the man in black from the street corner yesterday flashed through my mind.
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