《Shadowed Retribution》


 **Chapter 1:** The Tutors Defiance

    In the quietude of the Gong residence, I, Shuang Shuang, served as a beacon of knowledge, a tutor to the young master, yet under the scrutinizing gaze of Madam Xie Weihuan, I found no favor. "Why linger after lessons?" she would sneer, her words laced with the sting of alcohol and her disdain palpable in the air. Unfazed by her contempt, my response carried the weight of defiance, "Mr. Gong''s wishes tether me here, to better shepherd the young master''s intellect."


    Madam Xie''s disdain for the presence of female staff, particularly those who dared encroach upon the proximity of Gong Li''an, knew no bounds. Her irritation, palpable, manifested in a tempest, her actions sweeping the tabletop clean in a fit of rage. With venom in her voice, she castigated, "Your facade betrays your intentions, clear your presence and let this be our last encounter."


    The shattering of glass heralded the distress of young Gong Jue, who sought refuge in my embrace from the tempest that was his mother. With a triumphant smile, I shielded him, an unspoken victory in the silent battle waged within these walls.


    Her fury unabated, Madam Xie endeavored to pry Gong Jue from my hold, marking his tender skin with the evidence of her wrath, his cries piercing the veil of silence. This tumult did not go unnoticed, drawing forth Gong Li''an from his seclusion.


    "What is this chaos?" his voice, a blend of authority and ice, cut through the tension. Madam Xie, quick to cast blame, pointed her accusatory finger at me, her words a tangle of deceit and manipulation.


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    Yet, it was I who parried with truth, "The concerns for the young master''s well-being weigh heavily upon Mr. Gong''s heart, hence my continued presence as a guardian of his intellectual growth."


    In that moment, I stood resolute, a guardian clad in the guise of a tutor, my expression a carefully crafted tapestry of innocence and resilience, designed to evoke a knight''s protectiveness.


    Caught in my carefully woven web of vulnerability, Gong Li''an found himself momentarily adrift in contemplation. His resolve, when it returned, was cloaked in a sternness directed not at me, but at the instigator of this discord. "The aroma of inebriation clings to you yet again. Given your habitual neglect, let Xiao Shuang assume the mantle of care. Escort young Jue to sanctuary."


    His command, though directed towards me, was imbued with an unexpected gentleness, a stark contrast to the storm that raged within Madam Xie''s eyes. As I ascended the staircase, a single tear, a silent testament to my plight, escaped the confines of my resolve, unnoticed by the eyes that followed my departure.


    The shadows of the corner concealed my departure from their view, and only then did the echoes of their contention reach my ears. A smile, born of satisfaction and anticipation, danced upon my lips. For in the heart of conflict, I found not despair, but the promise of a reckoning.


    In the sanctity of the nursery, I tended to the wounds inflicted not by chance, but by malice. As sleep claimed Gong Jue, his trust in me remained steadfast, a silent vow binding us in our shared solitude.


    And thus, the stage is set, Madam Xie. The prologue of your downfall has been penned, not with ink, but with the resolve forged in the crucible of your making. Step by painstaking step, I shall dismantle the world you''ve built upon your treacheries.

 **Chapter 2:** Scars of the Past

    In the shadow of an unforgiving skyline, my sister''s final act was one of despair, her leap from the rooftop a silent testament to her torment. A chilling video, sent with a cold-hearted warning to keep silent, revealed her final moments of agony at the hands of a merciless mob. At the heart of this cruelty was Xie Weihuan, whose threats hung heavy, darkening the sky with the threat of exposing my sister''s plight to the world.


    Driven by envy, Xie Weihuan coveted the beacon of hope that my sister''s academic excellence had ignited ¡ª a prestigious scholarship that promised a brighter horizon beyond our grim reality. Yet, despite my sister''s desperate pleas, offering to step aside, Xie Weihuan''s heart was unmoved, her ambitions casting a long shadow over my sister''s fate.


    With nowhere left to turn, my sister sought solace in the infinite embrace of the sky, her tragic descent marking the end of her journey. Together, we had navigated life''s tempests, her steadfast resolve the anchor of our existence. She toiled under the weight of the world, her dreams for our future a delicate tapestry woven with threads of sacrifice.


    She was prepared to relinquish her dreams for an early start in the workforce, but fate, twisted by Xie Weihuan''s malevolence, stripped her of her dignity, her aspirations, and ultimately, her life.


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    In the aftermath, I stood alone, adrift in a sea of sorrow, while Xie Weihuan ascended to a world of opulence, her path paved with the ruins of our shattered dreams.


    A fire of vengeance burns within me, a beacon in the darkness, guiding me on a path of retribution. Xie Weihuan shall come to know the weight of her sins. Her son, the key to her ill-gotten throne within the Gong family, marks the beginning of her unraveling.


    Through deception and manipulation, Xie Weihuan ensnared Gong Li''an, her pregnancy with Gong Jue her ticket to a realm she had no right to claim. The Gong family, bastions of honor and tradition, regarded her ascent with scorn, her very presence a stain upon their legacy. Gong Li''an, repelled by her schemes, withdrew into his empire of solitude, leaving her to bask in the hollow glow of her triumphs.


    In the absence of maternal warmth, Gong Jue found solace in the shadow of my presence, our bond a fragile thread in the tapestry of his life. In me, he found a semblance of the affection he yearned for, a gentle whisper in the silence of his world.


    The curtain rises on the first act of my meticulously crafted vengeance, the storm clouds gathering on the horizon unbeknownst to Xie Weihuan. This is but the prelude to her downfall, a descent into the abyss from which there is no salvation, a fate sealed by the echoes of my sister''s unspoken cries.

 **Chapter 3:** An Unexpected Encounter

    I stretched, my body pressing deliberately against the figure before me. His warmth flared, breath catching in his throat, each exhale a gust against my skin. The scent was unmistakable ¨C cool, clean, Gong Li''an. He often emerged from his study at this hour, seeking a moment of respite and a glass of water.


    I leaned closer, the sweet aroma of my shower gel enveloping us in an intimate cloud. The air crackled with unspoken tension, his heart a frantic drum beneath my hand.


    Panic surged, and I pushed him away, my voice a startled cry. "I''m sorry! I didn''t see you there."


    Light flooded the room as Gong Li''an flicked the switch. His robe hung loose, revealing the sculpted expanse of his chest. My hands flew to cover myself, the thin fabric of my nightgown clinging like a second skin, betraying the flush that stained my skin a delicate pink from the hot shower. My own bareness mirrored his.


    Lifting my face, a picture of innocent alarm, I stammered, "I apologize, Mr. Gong. I didn''t realize anyone was here."


    "It''s alright," he replied, his voice composed despite the crimson tide creeping up his neck. He turned away, busying himself with filling a glass, yet the air thrummed with a newfound awareness.


    A playful smirk tugged at my lips. The formidable Gong Li''an, a man renowned for his unwavering control, was bashful as a schoolboy.


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    The rhythmic slap of approaching slippers shattered the moment. Panic clawed at me, but the open layout of the kitchen offered no sanctuary. Escape was impossible.


    Xie Weihuan''s voice cut through the silence. "Husband, what are you doing?"


    Gong Li''an stood frozen, his broad back shielding me from view. He raised the glass to his lips, feigning a casual thirst.


    My heart pounded against his chest as I shrunk further into the haven of his embrace. Xie Weihuan, oblivious to my presence, drew closer, her hand falling onto his shoulder.


    "Darling," she purred, "I was out of line today. Forgive me. Come back to bed."


    From my concealed vantage point, I could see her slender fingers, mere inches from my hiding place. I trembled, my eyes pleading with Gong Li''an to maintain our secret. A thrill coursed through me. Oh, if only Xie Weihuan knew who occupied the arms she so desperately craved.


    Gong Li''an remained silent, his body rigid, his gaze locked with mine, emotions swirling in their depths.


    Just as Xie Weihuan moved to circumvent the counter, he spoke, his voice a low rumble. "No. You should focus on being a mother. Spend time with Xiao Jue before he forgets who you are and you resort to theatrics again."


    Xie Weihuan recoiled as if struck. Her voice rose, laced with indignation. "Fine! I get it!" She spun on her heel and stormed away.


    Seeing our opportunity vanish, I made a calculated misstep, my foot sliding against Gong Li''an''s. I fell back, a gasp escaping my lips.


    He reacted instantly, his arm a steel band around my waist. My face collided with his chest, a soft thud muffled by his robe.


    "What was that?" Xie Weihuan whirled around. Gong Li''an shifted his stance, effectively concealing me once more.

 **Chapter 4:** Seeds of Doubt

    In the fleeting chaos of our unintended embrace, my breaths became shallow whispers of unease, caught in the intimate snare of our collision. As I veered away to escape the discomfort, my lips inadvertently danced across Gong Li''an''s chest, a touch as light as a petal''s fall yet enough to stir the still waters of his demeanor.


    "It was merely the spill," Gong Li''an hastened to say, his words a veneer over the ripple of tension that had breached his usual calm.


    Xie Weihuan, propelled by a tempest of suspicion and curiosity, drew near, her eyes sharp and probing. Gong Li''an, facing her advance, delivered a decree veiled in casual attire but laden with unspoken implications, "Henceforth, the school run falls to you."


    "Why must I undertake tasks meant for the help?" Xie Weihuan''s retort was a crescendo of her burgeoning displeasure as she receded, her departure leaving behind a maelstrom of unsaid words.


    In the silence that followed her exit, marked by the definitive click of the door, Gong Li''an''s subtle nudge shifted the space between us. His quick adjustment of his attire and the deliberate avoidance of my gaze erected invisible walls, a silent pact to bury the incident in the unspoken.


    There, nursing the echo of our collision, my eyes unwittingly became pools of unshed vulnerabilities, reflecting a depth I had not intended to reveal. "My sincerest apologies," I whispered, my voice a fragile thread, "Mrs. Gong''s disdain for any perceived closeness between the staff and Mr. Gong is a chasm I dare not bridge. I''m indebted to your discretion."


    Gong Li''an''s reply was a tapestry of restraint, a gentle admonition wrapped in the guise of counsel, "Future boundaries must remain inviolate. My intercession may not always be forthcoming."


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    With that, he quenched the lingering heat of the moment with a glass of ice water, retreating to the sanctuary of his study, leaving me adrift in a sea of contemplations.


    Once, I had thought Gong Li''an immune to the mundane entanglements of heart and desire, his past a testament to solitude and detachment. Yet, the tremor in his composure hinted at untold stories, uncharted territories beneath his stoic facade.


    As I faced my reflection, the simplicity of my guise stared back, a reminder that beneath the veneer of innocence lay a strategy awaiting its moment. Gong Li''an''s indifference, it seemed, was not an impenetrable fortress but rather a labyrinth awaiting its Theseus.


    As dawn unfurled its light, I found myself breaking bread with Gong Jue, Gong Li''an a silent sentinel amidst his tomes of duty. Each laugh, each smile exchanged with Gong Jue was a deliberate note in the symphony of our budding camaraderie, a stark contrast to the austere figure of his father.


    My attire, chosen with deliberation, whispered of understated grace, my hair a simple cascade of earnest charm. Together, Gong Jue and I painted a tableau of serene domesticity, a fleeting illusion that momentarily softened the sharp edges of Gong Li''an''s world.


    Yet, the harmony we wove was fragmented by Xie Weihuan''s arrival, her presence a shadow that dimmed the light of our constructed idyll. Her plea for recognition, cast into the void of Gong Li''an''s indifference, lingered in the air, a silent testament to the chasms that lay between them.


    As she turned her gaze upon me, laden with unvoiced intentions, I took my leave with grace, a silent curtsy to the tumultuous undercurrents that surged beneath the calm of our morning ritual.


    Gong Jue''s reluctance to part, his tiny hand a lifeline in the stormy seas of his world, was a whisper lost in the gale of Xie Weihuan''s impatience. Her harsh rebuke only served to deepen the fissures in their bond, a silent echo of the unbridgeable distances that lay between them.


    In the quiet aftermath of the morning''s tempest, I was reminded of the intricate dance of shadows and light that played across the stage of the Gong household, a delicate balance between appearance and reality, where every action and every silence held the weight of untold stories.

 **Chapter 5:** A Mothers Neglect

    Xie Weihuan gracefully occupied the seat beside Gong Li''an, casting a gaze full of expectation towards him, "Darling, I''ve taken it upon myself to escort Gong Jue to school today. Does this gesture please you?"


    Gong Li''an''s response was nothing more than a detached murmur, his eyes barely leaving the sea of papers before him, rendering Xie Weihuan''s quest for approval unfulfilled.


    Her irritation barely masked, Xie Weihuan turned towards Gong Jue and me, her tone dripping with disdain. "You''ve heard the lady, haven''t you? My presence renders yours superfluous."


    With a dignified nod, I rose, "As Madam wishes," and prepared to depart.


    Gong Jue''s small hand clung to mine, a silent plea etched on his young face. I offered a gentle reassurance, "Your breakfast awaits, and today, it''s your mother''s turn to accompany you."


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    His grip loosened reluctantly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Xie Weihuan''s patience frayed, "This show of ingratitude is unbecoming, especially when I''ve made an effort to be here for you."


    His small act of defiance didn''t waver until I knelt down, our eyes level, and I brushed away his tears, whispering promises of a normal day at school and the adventures that awaited.


    His voice trembled with hope, "Will you be there at day''s end?"


    A silent pact formed as both Xie Weihuan and Gong Li''an offered no objections. With a smile, I reassured, "Indeed, I will."


    As I turned to leave, Gong Jue''s soft cries lingered in the air. Xie Weihuan, visibly flustered, scooped him up and made for the car, her attempts with the child seat a clumsy affair until the chauffeur intervened.


    Their departure marked my own retreat, a strategic withdrawal to avoid any direct confrontation. I timed my return with the school''s end, taking refuge in a nearby caf¨¦, my eyes on Xie Weihuan amidst the throng of elite mothers, their idle chatter setting the stage for what was to come.

 **Chapter 6:** Whispers of Scandal

    Amidst the opulent mothers, Xie Weihuan unwittingly became the nucleus of their whispered scandals. "Poor Mrs. Qiao, blindsided by her own maid''s betrayal," one confided, the glee in her voice thinly veiled.


    "Her husband''s affections were a gift to the maid, not his wife. How tragically misplaced," chimed in another, their faux sympathy a bitter undercurrent.


    "The maid''s expecting, and there''s talk of marriage. Mrs. Qiao''s descent into social oblivion is all but assured," the whispers crescendoed, a symphony of schadenfreude.


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    In this maelstrom of gossip, Xie Weihuan''s composure wavered, her clenched hands betraying the storm within.


    As the day waned and the school bell tolled, I drifted past the engrossed mothers, catching Xie Weihuan''s wary eye. "Shuang Shuang, what brings you here? Coveting my son?" she accused, her voice a clarion call that drew the attention of her peers.


    Their scrutinizing gaze turned my way as Xie Weihuan launched into a tirade, "A mere tutor, dismissed and desperate. She sought to insinuate herself into the affections of my husband and son. Shameless!"


    Her public rebuke was a gift, unwittingly weaving the first thread of her unraveling. As she retreated, besieged by whispered judgments, the stage was set for her downfall.

 **Chapter 7:** Public Humiliation

    "Kindly hold, Mrs. Gong," I excused myself, stepping away from the scrutinizing eyes of the society matrons.


    At the gate, as children emerged into the waiting arms of parents, I stood poised, a silent observer. When Gong Jue appeared, Xie Weihuan positioned herself as a barrier. The teacher, momentarily unsure, inquired, "Your ID, if you please?"


    Xie Weihuan fumbled, her fa?ade slipping. Stepping forward, I presented the necessary credentials, "Today, Mrs. Gong assumes this duty."


    With a nod, Gong Jue was released into Xie Weihuan''s care, yet he bypassed her, seeking refuge in my embrace, his voice a blend of relief and joy, "Shuang Shuang."


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    Xie Weihuan''s clumsy intervention sent Gong Jue tumbling to the ground, his cry drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers.


    The murmurs of disapproval grew as the teacher chastised Xie Weihuan for her harshness, her words amplifying the growing wave of criticism. "Such treatment is unbecoming of a mother, Mrs. Gong."


    Amidst Gong Jue''s tears, Xie Weihuan''s semblance of control crumbled, her hasty retreat a silent concession to her defeat.


    In that moment, as I cradled Gong Jue, the storm around us seemed to still, Xie Weihuan''s fall from grace etched in the whispers of the crowd, marking the beginning of her unraveling.

 **Chapter 8:** A Glimpse of Vulnerability

    The evening was serene until Gong Li''an''s arrival disrupted it. I was immersed in cooking, the fragrance filling the air, and the sounds of kitchen utensils clanging drowned out the knock at the door.


    Gong Jue tugged at my clothes, prompting me to quickly cover the pot and hurry to the door.


    Peeking out timidly, my cheeks flushed from the kitchen''s warmth, I said, "Ah, Mr. Gong, are you here for Gong Jue? Please, come in."


    I fully opened the door, allowing him a view of Gong Jue playing on the sofa.


    "Um," he glanced over but his gaze lingered on me.


    The roomwarm, and I was dressed in just a tank top and shorts, with an apron that seemed to accentuate rather than conceal my figure. The simple outfit left little to the imagination, highlighting my slender limbs and curves.


    I knelt down to offer Gong Li''an a pair of disposable slippers, without standing up. Instead, I looked up at him with an expectant gaze, silently urging him to change his shoes.


    Gong Li''an''s gaze was fixed on me, a hint of desire in his eyes that he might not have been fully aware of.


    From his angle, the view was even more revealing, showcasing my form in a way that left little hidden. The submissive posture I assumed, directly in front of him, only added to the allure. It was evident from the slight bulge in his trousers that he was affected.


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    "No, I won''t come in. I''m here to take Gong Jue back," Gong Li''an said, clearing his throat, his gaze shifting towards Gong Jue on the sofa.


    "Ah, right, the food is ready. Why don''t you stay for dinner?" I suggested, as if remembering the dishes still simmering on the stove. I hurried back to the kitchen, leaving behind a figure that seemed to sway with each step.


    Even without looking back, I could feel a burning gaze on me, unmistakably Gong Li''an''s.


    Having been the unrivaled campus beauty, pursued by many, I was no stranger to admiration. My flawless appearance and figure had attracted a long line of wealthy suitors.


    Gong Li''an was just another man, albeit a more resistant one. But I was confident that winning him over was only a matter of time.


    "Dinner''s served~"


    Bringing the dishes to the living room table, I moved quickly, yet the heat from the food still reddened my fingers. I pinched my earlobe to ease the sting, meeting Gong Li''an''s gaze with a playful smile.


    He seemed slightly embarrassed and stood up, "Let me help."


    Watching his back as he moved to assist, I couldn''t help but smirk. His involvement made the meal feel more like a family affair.


    Finally, it was time to eat. My apartment was small, without a separate dining room, so we had to make do with the coffee table.


    "The food is quite good," Gong Li''an remarked, acknowledging my culinary skills.


    I smiled ruefully, "It''s been many years of practice."


    Gong Li''an surveyed the room, "Where is your family?"


    Tears welled up instantly, falling into my rice bowl. I quickly wiped them away. "I don''t have a family anymore."


    Realizing his faux pas, Gong Li''an''s expression tightened, a tinge of embarrassment crossing his face.


    "I''m sorry, is there anything I can assist you with?"

 **Chapter 9:** A Plea for Justice

    At his words, my tears flowed freely, like a dam had burst.


    Clutching his sleeve as if it were a lifeline, I poured out my heart.


    "Mr. Gong, do you believe in justice? Why can the guilty wander free while the wronged bear the stain of infamy even in death?"


    The memory of my sister''s tragic end, the neighbors'' whispered accusations, filled me with grief.


    I recalled her screams in the video, her struggle fading to stillness. How intense her pain and despair must have been to choose death over returning home.


    "I can find you the best lawyer," Gong Li''an said, his voice firm, but he did not withdraw his hand.


    The warmth from his touch was a small comfort, yet it couldn''t warm my aching heart.


    "I don''t need a lawyer. I want to deliver justice myself. If I ever need your help, will you stand by me?"


    My gaze locked with Gong Li''an''s, pleading.


    "If the person in question were your wife, would you still aid me?"


    "I''ll do what I can," Gong Li''an''s response was measured, the careful words of a businessman.


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    I let go of his sleeve and began to clear the table, avoiding further eye contact.


    He seemed to want to hold me back but hesitated and withdrew his hand.


    After tidying up, with Gong Jue asleep from exhaustion, Gong Li''an sat in thought, his large frame cramped on the small sofa.


    I moved Gong Jue to the bedroom, steering clear of Gong Li''an''s searching gaze.


    Upon returning, my demeanor remained cool. Rather than asking Gong Li''an to leave, I contemplated ways to have him stay overnight.


    Sitting on the edge of the sofa, I kept my distance from Gong Li''an. However, the sofa''s limited space meant we were still uncomfortably close.


    "Gong Jue has a school project requiring a family outing this weekend. Parents need to check in on social media. Tomorrow''s Saturday, do you have time?" I asked, maintaining a professional tone.


    "Sure, I''ll make time," Gong Li''an acknowledged.


    "Since I''ve been dismissed, I can no longer teach Gong Jue. But I''d like to accompany him on this final outing. Can we go together tomorrow?"


    Gong Li''an nodded, and I rose to fetch a blanket.


    "Why don''t you stay here tonight? We can leave early tomorrow, check in, and get back before your wife gets worried."


    After a moment''s hesitation, Gong Li''an agreed. My mood lifted slightly, and I offered him a smile.


    "You and Gong Jue can sleep in the bedroom. The sofa is too small for you," I suggested, gesturing for him to get up.


    "I''ll take the sofa," Gong Li''an insisted, his grip firm on my wrist, his gaze steady, "I apologize."


    "Sorry for what?" I was taken aback by his sudden apology.


    "You''ve done a great job with Gong Jue; he''s become much livelier. I don''t understand her reason for firing you, but I''m sorry. I''ll discuss it with her; you''re employed by me."


    Gong Li''an''s tone was authoritative, leaving me momentarily lost for words, his hand still holding mine.

 **Chapter 10:** A Night of Unrest

    A smile played upon my lips as I gently withdrew my hand from his grasp. "Your understanding is all that matters. Today, at the school gates, your wife... before everyone, she accused me of harboring ill intentions. Not only did she claim I was trying to win over the young master, but she also..." My voice trailed off, a blush creeping up my neck as I stole a fleeting glance at Gong Li''an before quickly averting my eyes.


    "She also insinuated that I had ulterior motives towards you. I''m relieved you don''t share her suspicions."


    "I will speak with her and clear this misunderstanding. Your integrity is evident. Please, continue your role as Xiao Jue''s tutor without worry." Gong Li''an''s gaze softened, his voice laced with concern.


    I shook my head, a wave of sadness washing over me. "It''s best if I step away, sir. I have no desire to intrude upon your relationship with your wife or become the subject of idle gossip. I hold my reputation dear. I thank you for your trust, but please, find another tutor for Xiao Jue."


    With a heavy heart, I rose from my seat. "For tonight, I must impose upon you to sleep on the sofa. I wish you a restful night."


    Ignoring the unspoken plea in his eyes, I retreated to my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.


    A bitter smile twisted my lips. Sleep? I doubted slumber would come easily for either of us this night.


    And as the hours crept by, the sound of Gong Li''an''s restless tossing and turning confirmed my suspicions. Only as dawn approached did an uneasy quiet settle over the house.


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    Just before the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, I rose in the darkness, guided by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. My destination: the bathroom.


    But as I stepped out, fate, it seemed, had other plans. I stumbled over Gong Li''an''s outstretched legs, my body plummeting towards the floor.


    He had chosen to sleep just outside my door, his long frame stretched out on the floor, still fully clothed in his shirt and trousers. I landed upon him with a soft thud, my breath catching in my throat.


    My chest pressed against his, sending a jolt of pain through me. I gasped, attempting to scramble away, but as I lifted my head, I found myself lost in the depths of his gaze.


    Gong Li''an was awake, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern.


    "I... I apologize," I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I struggled to regain my composure. His breaths came in ragged gasps. "Are you hurt?"


    Clumsily, I reached out to examine him, but his hand shot out, encircling my waist and pulling me close. His voice, husky with sleep, sent shivers down my spine. "Don''t move."


    I obeyed, my body stiffening in his embrace. It was then that I became acutely aware of the hard contours of his body pressed against mine. The fall had caused my nightgown to ride up, and now his hand rested intimately against my bare skin, sending waves of heat through me.


    Uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy, I shifted slightly, but his grip only tightened, his presence becoming more dominant, more possessive.


    Slowly, he sat up, bringing me with him. Finally, I had some leverage, and I trembled, desperate to break free from his hold.


    But then, a soft murmur reached our ears from the bedroom. Xiao Jue was talking in his sleep. Reacting instinctively, I clamped my hand over Gong Li''an''s mouth.


    When the young boy spoke in his sleep, the slightest sound could wake him.


    However, as Gong Li''an''s hand loosened its grip, my own grasp faltered, and I lost my balance once more. This time, I landed squarely on his lap, my body molding against his through the thin fabric of his trousers.


    Though there was no penetration, the unexpected intimacy sent a jolt of electricity through me. My breath hitched, and I could feel Gong Li''an''s body responding in kind. His gaze, once clouded with sleep

 **Chapter 11:** The Family Portrait

    I bit my lip hard, and only when the bedroom was quiet did I let go of his hand.


    In the next moment, I was lifted off the ground, as Gong Li''an moved me aside and quickly got up, saying, "I need to use the bathroom." He then hurried off to the bathroom.


    I sat on the ground, listening to the sound of water and Gong Li''an''s barely audible movements in the bathroom, a smirk playing on my lips.


    Xie Weihuan, how long do you think your husband can last?


    Early in the morning, the butler brought over the picnic gear and a change of clothes, picking us up for the camping trip.


    There was an awkward tension between Gong Li''an and me, the kind where accidental eye contact made us hastily look away.


    Once everything was set up, I took out my phone to browse through the group photos from the parents'' group.


    "What kind of photo should we take? These family photos are all so intimate, and I can''t be in the picture."


    Gong Li''an, seeing my dilemma, casually pointed to a photo where faces weren''t shown, "How about this one?"


    He then seemed to regret his choice, retracting his hand, "You decide."


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    The photo he chose featured three hands stacked together; the father''s hand at the bottom, then the mother''s, and the child''s on top. Physical contact was inevitable.


    "This one''s good; we can adjust our positions," I said, excitedly calling over the joyously playing Gong Jue, "Come here, let''s take a picture for your assignment."


    With the picnic blanket and snack boxes neatly arranged in the background, I looked at Gong Li''an, who slowly spread his hand.


    "A little lower, we can offset it so you don''t have to lift it so high," I guided Gong Li''an on the positioning, then spread my hand, hovering a finger''s breadth above his.


    Gong Li''an''s palm was broad and strong, his knuckles pronounced.


    My fingers were slender, my skin pale, a stark contrast to Xie Weihuan''s elaborate manicures. My hands were unadorned but beautiful.


    Together, our hands made a pleasing picture, capturing Gong Li''an''s attention for a few extra moments.


    Gong Jue, imitating us, placed his hand on top of ours.


    "All done!" I withdrew my hand, showing Gong Li''an the photo.


    As my hand brushed against his palm, he quickly withdrew it as if scalded, his hand clenching and then resting by his side.


    "This photo needs to be posted on social media by a parent, and a screenshot sent to the group. Will you post it, or should your wife?" I asked, knowing the answer.


    Xie Weihuan''s social media was all about luxury goods, scenic photos, and selfies, never anything about family.


    Gong Li''an realized this too and took out his phone, "I''ll post it, and you can send the screenshot to the group."


    I watched as Gong Li''an posted the new status, a photo without any caption, portraying a happy family outing.


    That should suffice. I silently counted the seconds, wondering how long it would take for Xie Weihuan to see it.


    In less than a minute, Gong Li''an''s phone started vibrating, "Xie Weihuan" flashing on the screen.

 **Chapter 12:** The Seeds of Discord

    "Hello?" Gong Li''an answered casually, his tone distant and slightly impatient. He glanced at me and then turned away, as if to shield the conversation from me.


    I lowered my gaze, pretending not to notice, and continued to play with Gong Jue.


    However, Xie Weihuan''s furious voice was so loud that I could hear every word clearly, even without the speakerphone on.


    "You and Gong Jue spent the night out? And now you''re out on a trip with another woman, even daring to post it on social media?


    Do you realize how embarrassing it was when my friends sent it to me? Delete that post right away!


    Who is that woman? Is it Shuang Shuang? I''ve already fired her. You''re not allowed to mess around with her anymore. Come back immediately!"


    Listening to Xie Weihuan''s enraged voice filled me with a dark satisfaction. Didn''t you want Gong Jue to come home with me? Now, your own son and beloved husband are both here with me, playing house.


    Is it humiliating? Does it hurt? Soon, the whole social circle will know about it, that Mrs. Gong is being neglected while her husband and son grow closer to another woman.


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    For someone as proud as you, being the subject of gossip must be incredibly painful.


    But it''s still not enough, not even a fraction of the pain my sister endured.


    Gong Li''an hung up the phone with a blank expression, then awkwardly spoke up, seeing me silent and downcast.


    "I''m sorry."


    "It''s fine, Mr. Gong. Madam is right, I''ve been fired. I''ll leave now, and you should head back early."


    I smiled faintly, stood up, gently patted Gong Jue''s head, gave Gong Li''an a slight bow, and then decisively turned to leave.


    Ignoring Gong Jue''s heart-wrenching cries and Gong Li''an''s hesitation, I wondered to what extent Gong Li''an would go for me.


    By evening, I suddenly received a message from Gong Li''an, "You will start work as usual tomorrow."


    I knew it; I had won the bet. I wasn''t insignificant.


    Even against Xie Weihuan''s wishes, he chose to keep me. Xie Weihuan must be seething by now.


    The next second, Xie Weihuan''s call came in. I was in a good mood, letting her wait for a bit before picking up at the last second, her voice loud enough to pierce my eardrums.


    "What did you do? Aren''t all tutors the same? Why does Gong Li''an insist on choosing you?"


    "Exactly, Madam, all tutors are the same. I haven''t done anything special; I don''t know why Mr. Gong insists on choosing me."


    My laughter was malicious, yet my tone was innocent and harmless, filled with sincere confusion.


    Xie Weihuan''s anger suddenly calmed down.


    "Just come to work tomorrow."


    She hung up quickly, leaving me slightly wanting more, not yet satisfied with her outburst.


    I turned on the surveillance camera, ready to witness the unfolding drama.

 **Chapter 13:** Unveiling Infidelity

    Xie Weihuan unexpectedly brought Jiang Lun, the young university student she was sponsoring, to the Gong residence.


    I had installed a hidden camera in the guest room early on, wary of Xie Weihuan''s potential schemes, which now proved to be unexpectedly helpful.


    Xie Weihuan, clad in a seductive red silk slip dress, her crimson fingertips wandering over Jiang Lun''s chest, began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.


    Jiang Lun appeared restrained, leaning against the wall without moving.


    Xie Weihuan, in her thirties and nearly twice Jiang Lun''s age, was boldly making her move.


    "Xiao Lun, you''ll be Gong Jue''s new tutor and live with us, giving us more time together," she proposed.


    "This doesn''t seem right, Weiwei sister. I''m worried about your husband..." Jiang Lun hesitated.


    "What''s there to worry about? We''ll keep it secret. He hardly pays attention to me; he won''t find out, just relax."


    "But don''t you already have a tutor?"


    "Just mentioning her makes me angry. Once she comes tomorrow, we''ll proceed with the old plan."


    I wanted to hear more about her plan, but the surveillance went silent. When I checked the video, the two were already embracing and kissing on the bed, with the sound of wet kisses and Xie Weihuan''s suppressed moans filling the room.


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    Xie Weihuan was indulging in the attentions of her "puppy," completely relaxed in Jiang Lun''s arms, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.


    Jiang Lun, dutifully, tossed and turned Xie Weihuan, fulfilling her desires.


    Watching this scene, I remembered the bruises on my sister''s body at her death, the finger-pointing and whispers from our neighbors.


    The real libertine was you, Xie Weihuan. How dare you portray yourself as glamorous and enjoy such a good life as if nothing had happened?


    I will strip away your mask piece by piece and send you to hell.


    I saved the most exciting part of the video, hesitated for a moment, but decided not to send it to Gong Li''an.


    After all, being cuckolded is a matter of male pride, and I wasn''t sure if Gong Li''an would choose to bury the incident for his dignity.


    I needed to maximize the value of this video, not taking such a big risk.


    The next day, I went to the Gong house as usual. Upon entering, Gong Jue threw himself into my arms. Xie Weihuan and Jiang Lun, however, paid me no mind, sitting on the couch exchanging flirtatious glances that could spin threads.


    Remembering their intimate moments from the previous night made me feel nauseous, and I couldn''t help but feel a bit sorry for Gong Li''an.


    Suddenly, the two of them became flustered and looked away, all because Gong Li''an came out, ready for work.


    Gong Li''an, in his impeccably tailored suit, exuded a cool, authoritative aura, carrying a sense of superiority.


    He acknowledged my presence with a nod before speaking.


    "And who might this be?" Gong Li''an inquired, looking towards Xie Weihuan with a probing gaze.


    "Hello, Mr. Gong. I''m the new tutor, pleased to meet you!"


    Jiang Lun sprang to his feet, bowing and scraping to Gong Li''an with an almost sycophantic deference.


    Seeing Xie Weihuan''s protective gesture, pulling him back to sit, revealed a hint of her affection.


    "This is the new tutor I''ve found for Gong Jue, and also the boyfriend I''ve chosen for Shuang Shuang."

 **Chapter 14:** A Twisted Proposal

    "Madam, I appreciate your kindness, but I''ve just started working and am not currently looking to start a relationship."


    I tactfully declined Xie Weihuan''s offer, feeling repulsed inside. The idea of being introduced to her own lover as a potential boyfriend for me was distasteful.


    Xie Weihuan was persistent, pulling me to sit next to Jiang Lun.


    "What do you mean ''not planning''? Shuang Shuang, love needs the right moment, setting, and people. Look at Jiang Lun; he''s handsome, sincere, a top student, and a graduate from a prestigious school. You two should have a lot in common."


    Unbeknownst to Xie Weihuan, I knew Jiang Lun better than she did, as we graduated from the same university.


    He had pursued me and, after being rejected, bitterly claimed he was never interested in me, accusing me of feigning virtue and spreading rumors that I was kept by someone.


    In reality, it was he who was materialistic, known for his chaotic relationships with both men and women and being kept by wealthy patrons, a fact well-known at our university.


    "No, Madam, I feel I''m not good enough for Jiang Lun, and I think he probably doesn''t think highly of me either."


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    I firmly rejected the idea and turned to face Jiang Lun.


    His expression changed from admiration to recognition and then to awkwardness upon seeing me clearly.


    Xie Weihuan didn''t notice his discomfort and continued to enthusiastically promote Jiang Lun.


    "Even though he comes from a troubled family with a gambling father, a sick mother, and a sister who dropped out of school, Jiang Lun has been fighting hard, holding his broken family together.


    I thought, since your family backgrounds are similar, sitting together you both look like a match made in heaven, like a perfect couple. Why don''t you give it a try? What do you think, husband?"


    Similar family backgrounds? I wondered if Jiang Lun''s family situation was true.


    But my family, which once had a sister who loved me, was destroyed by her schemes. Now, fearing I might get close to Gong Li''an, she tried to set me up with this "suitable match." How malicious.


    I looked at Gong Li''an, who wasn''t in a rush to leave for work. He seemed genuinely interested in my response, as if waiting for my answer.


    I wondered, what would Gong Li''an''s reaction be if I accepted? Would he be angry? Would he care?


    Jiang Lun was also sizing me up, inching closer to me.


    At 19, I was in the prime of youth, vibrant and full of energy, far more appealing than Xie Weihuan, and he couldn''t take his eyes off me, his gaze turning from awkward to intense.


    "I find Miss Shuang quite impressive, and I really like her. I wonder if Miss Shuang would be willing to give me a chance to try dating?"


    Jiang Lun moved even closer, his knee almost touching my thigh. In a panic, I stood up and quickly stepped back.


    "I''m sorry, you''re not my type."


    While I verbally rejected Jiang Lun, my gaze was fixed on Gong Li''an.


    Gong Li''an was the type I liked and admired; from his appearance to his personality and capabilities, he was entirely to my taste.

 **Chapter 15:** A Calculated Acceptance

    Gong Li''an''s gaze wavered, betraying a flicker of vulnerability as he glanced at his watch, seemingly eager to evade the tension in the air. Yet, Xie Weihuan''s melodrama persisted, unabated.


    "What''s all this talk of liking? Know your place, understand your worth, and grasp the station you''re entitled to," Xie Weihuan''s voice dripped with scorn, her posture exuding defiance as her hand struck the table with force.


    "I''m acting in your best interest. Since my position as your lady seems to hold little weight in your eyes, you''re free to leave. The Gong residence no longer requires your services."


    "She was hired at my behest and is accountable solely to me," Gong Li''an interjected, his impatience surfacing.


    "Husband! Am I not the mistress of this household? Do my words carry no weight?" Xie Weihuan''s voice escalated, her plea tinged with desperation, as she turned to confront Gong Li''an.


    "I''m willing! I''m open to giving it a try, and I thank you, Madam, for your consideration," I blurted out unexpectedly, adopting a facade of reckless infatuation.


    My acquiescence brought a smile to Xie Weihuan''s lips, her triumph evident.


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    "Indeed, one must recognize their own worth and understand who they''re suited for. Unworthy aspirations should remain unentertained."


    Gong Li''an surveyed the room with a frosty demeanor, then, without further ado, departed, his emotions enigmatic.


    Yet, I noticed his departure from routine; the usual coffee prepared by Mrs. Wang remained untouched, a daily ritual seemingly forgotten amidst the chaos.


    "Ensure Gong Jue is well taken care of; I''ll be resting. Do put in a good effort," Xie Weihuan cooed to Jiang Lun, her spirits lifted by the previous night''s escapade and my complicit act, already planning her next indulgence.


    Once she was out of earshot, Jiang Lun relaxed, his demeanor shifting to that of a congenial senior, expressing genuine affection.


    "Shuang Shuang, my feelings for you are sincere. I appreciate your willingness to give this a chance."


    "You''re welcome. I''m merely fulfilling the wishes of your benefactor, am I not?" My gaze met his, piercing through the facade.


    "What do you mean? Are you still upset with me? I admit, my past reaction was out of spite. I''m sorry for the hurtful words. But now that you''ve reconsidered, I promise to make amends."


    Jiang Lun''s earnest plea was met with my dismissal, his hand brushed aside as easily as his words.


    "I don''t mind, senior. In truth, I''ve harbored feelings for you for quite some time. But given my family''s circumstances, I was too intimidated to pursue a relationship, hence my initial rejection."


    My voice was timid, my head bowed, hands nervously fidgeting with my skirt, embodying the image of a bashful admirer.

 **Chapter 16:** A Web of Lies

    Shrugging off my rejection, Jiang Lun''s demeanor shifted; a confident chuckle escaped him as he arrogantly wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his chest puffing with pride.


    My petite frame was engulfed by his presence, rendering me a picture of delicate dependency against his imposing stature.


    The constant pressure of his chest against mine seemed to excite him, his restraint waning as he boldly proclaimed his intentions.


    "I knew you couldn''t resist me. Despite your orphan status, rest assured, marrying into my family would never see you shortchanged."


    I nodded along, my inner mockery shielded by a veneer of acquiescence. The audacity of men''s promises knew no bounds.


    Was it not his family''s misfortunes that drove him to embrace the life of a kept man?


    Xie Weihuan''s revelations about his family''s woes rang true, painting a portrait of a household teetering on the brink, reliant on the meager sums Jiang Lun brought home.


    Ensnaring me in their quagmire was his latest gambit, his words painting fanciful futures as I sought an escape.


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    "I must attend to my duties. It''s your first day; acquaint yourself with the surroundings."


    I immersed myself and Gong Jue in educational pursuits, distancing myself from Jiang Lun''s advances, using Gong Jue as a barrier when needed.


    By afternoon, bored by my rejections, Jiang Lun vanished, only reappearing upon Xie Weihuan''s return.


    It seemed his objective was not Gong Jue, but me.


    "The day draws to a close; you may leave. Continue your tutoring for now, but residence here is unnecessary," Xie Weihuan''s impatience to dismiss me was palpable, her time with Jiang Lun paramount.


    Yet, Jiang Lun''s reluctance was evident, his opportunity for closeness unseized.


    "Shuang Shuang, I''m unclear on some work aspects and would value your guidance. Might you linger a while longer?"


    Xie Weihuan''s discontent was evident, her usually compliant companion defying her wishes with a well-crafted excuse, prompting her retreat.


    Jiang Lun''s gaze remained fixed on me, his previous rejections fueling a desire to conquer.


    "Another day perhaps; urgent matters call me away."


    I declined Jiang Lun''s proposition, wary of the peril his intense gaze suggested.


    Caught off guard by my refusal, he stood, offering an escort, "Then allow me to accompany you."


    I accepted, and upon reaching a secluded turn, I initiated contact, my face flushed with feigned shyness.


    "Senior, seeing you again brings me joy."


    Jiang Lun''s response was emboldened, his hand guiding me closer.


    "The longing I''ve felt for you, you''ve haunted my dreams."


    His words drew his lips ever closer to mine, my resistance waning under his insistent advance.

 **Chapter 17:** The Knights Arrival

    I was resolute, refusing to let Jiang Lun''s lips meet mine.


    Yet, as the headlights flashed by, my defiance waned, and I surrendered, closing my eyes in resignation.


    "What''s happening here?"


    At the precipice of Jiang Lun''s kiss, he was abruptly pulled away, and I stumbled backward into a familiar embrace.


    "Who dares interrupt me?"


    Jiang Lun''s frustration spilled out into the dimly lit space as his anticipated kiss was thwarted.


    Upon realizing it was Gong Li''an who intervened, and that I was now safe in his arms, my frustration ebbed away.


    "Mr. Gong, you''ve returned."


    Clutching Gong Li''an''s shirt, tears streamed down my face, portraying the image of a damsel in distress who had just spotted her knight.


    Without making a move to disentangle myself, Gong Li''an didn''t push me away but instead challenged Jiang Lun as he reached out again, "What is this?"


    As Jiang Lun began his explanation, my cries drowned him out, provoking him to openly rebuke me.


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    "You said you liked me, didn''t you? What''s wrong with a kiss after agreeing to be together?"


    Burrowing my face into Gong Li''an''s chest, my sobs were interspersed with declarations, "I don''t like you! I like..."


    "Someone like Mr. Gong."


    The latter half of my confession was whispered so faintly that only Gong Li''an and I could hear.


    I sensed a brief hitch in his breath at my words.


    Before I could gauge his reaction, Gong Li''an''s grip on my collar pulled me to safety behind him, standing alone against Jiang Lun''s tantrum.


    "Your conduct is unbecoming of a tutor. Collect today''s compensation from the butler and consider your employment terminated," Gong Li''an stated firmly, catching Jiang Lun off guard.


    "What, is even this off-limits?"


    Gong Li''an offered no reply, merely regarding him with a cold gaze.


    From behind Gong Li''an, I allowed a smirk to show, signaling to Jiang Lun that he had fallen into my trap.


    Jiang Lun pointed accusingly at me, venom in his eyes, "You''re cunning, just you wait!"


    Retreating hastily, he hurried back to the estate, likely to lodge a complaint.


    Gong Li''an then turned to me, his gaze softened, "I''m sorry."


    "I''ve grown tired of apologies. My attempts to win you over have been met with nothing but apologies."


    Stepping back, I looked up at Gong Li''an, fiercely wiping away my tears.


    "What are you apologizing for, Mr. Gong? Is it because you can''t return my affections, or because you can only stand by as I''m mistreated by your wife?"


    Gong Li''an remained silent but moved closer, his hand reaching out to wipe away my tears.


    As his fingertips neared my face, I recoiled, treating his touch as though it were a threat. In the dim light, his expression was obscured, his hand hovering before slowly retreating.


    It wasn''t until the awkward silence grew unbearable, and my indignation peaked, that he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble.

 **Chapter 18:** Confessions and Confus

    "Everything," Gong Li''an confessed, rooted to the spot, his voice laden with desolation. "I''m truly sorry for your feelings towards me. Despite having a wife and child¡ªwhom I neither love nor desired¡ªI must uphold my responsibilities."


    "I also regret the bullying you''ve endured. I will speak to her about dismissing that man, to ensure you''re no longer mistreated. You shouldn''t be put in such a position again."


    Gong Li''an''s righteousness might have been commendable to some, but to me, it was merely laughable.


    My sister remains a subject of idle gossip, her suffering and injustice muted, while the wrongdoers are shielded and treasured, their betrayal overlooked.


    Is there truly justice in this world? How can someone like Xie Weihuan, so vile, find herself a man as good as Gong Li''an?


    Defeated by these thoughts, reflecting on my recent actions, I felt like a mere jester.


    Yet, I still harbored the desire to wrench Gong Li''an, this precious gem of a man, from her clutches.


    I couldn''t discern whether my motives were purely vengeful towards Xie Weihuan or if genuine affection for Gong Li''an had taken root.


    But none of that mattered.


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    Someone burdened with hatred, potentially destined for a path of wrongdoing, could never be worthy of Gong Li''an.


    His feelings towards me became inconsequential.


    A mischievous impulse overtook me.


    "Mr. Gong, why the concern for my well-being? Is it pity, or perhaps, have you developed feelings for me too, feelings you''re hesitant to voice?"


    With each word, I inched closer, diminishing the space between us.


    I tiptoed, bringing my face near Gong Li''an''s, yet he made no move to push me away.


    His eyes, once gleaming, were now veiled by a haze, obscuring his emotions from me.


    But I could sense his breath growing warmer, his gaze fixed on my slightly parted lips.


    Gong Li''an intrigued me immensely; all his emotions were buried deep, never daring to surface, an enigma waiting to be unraveled.


    Perhaps, teasing him more in the future would prove amusing.


    I flashed a smile, maintaining our proximity for a moment longer before stepping back, his gaze lingering on me.


    "Mr. Gong, worry not. Even if Madam makes things difficult, I''m determined to stay, just to be near you."


    My declaration was far more resolute than Gong Li''an''s, echoing with conviction.


    "I''ll be on my way then, see you tomorrow."


    As I left Gong Li''an behind, my swift departure couldn''t outpace the drumming of my heart.


    Perhaps it wasn''t customary for me to be so intimate with a man, and it wasn''t Gong Li''an I was truly fond of.


    Yet, as Jiang Lun''s lips neared mine, my heart remained untouched, a stark contrast to my turmoil.


    Turning the corner, a glance revealed Gong Li''an still stationary, a hint of crimson on his fingertips, his visage obscured by smoke.


    So, he smoked¡ªa detail I hadn''t known. What else about him remained a mystery to me?


    And Xie Weihuan''s shamelessness knew no bounds; her thick skin had somehow managed to keep Jiang Lun forcibly ensconced within the Gong residence.

 **Chapter 19:** The Puppet Master

    Observing the tangled mess that was Xie Weihuan and Jiang Lun on the surveillance footage, I couldn''t help but sigh in resignation, distancing my phone as if to spare myself the proverbial ''needle eye''.


    "Weiwei sis, the debt collectors have taken over my house again, leaving my family too scared to return. Could you possibly lend a hand?" Jiang Lun broached the subject cautiously, seizing a moment when Xie Weihuan seemed particularly content.


    Her hands paused mid-gesture, her expression clouding over at his request.


    "Haven''t I just given you money recently? How could you need more so soon?"


    "My father, he recently reunited with some old friends and ended up gambling a few rounds, hence the debt collectors this time are a different group," Jiang Lun explained, his hands wringing in front of a displeased Xie Weihuan, his earlier arrogance nowhere to be found.


    "How much is it this time?"


    "Two... two million."


    "Alright, I''ll have it transferred to you."


    Xie Weihuan agreed without a hint of negotiation, to Jiang Lun''s immediate delight. "Weiwei sis, I knew you cared for me the most."


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    Yet, I was left pondering, wasn''t Xie Weihuan just an ordinary gangster before? Could there be a connection to some influential family I wasn''t aware of?


    She rarely involved herself in business matters; where did her financial resources come from? Was Gong Li''an providing her with that much money?


    "And what about the task I gave you? When will that be resolved?"


    Xie Weihuan''s voice drew me back in, urging me to listen intently.


    "Shuang Shuang, that wily woman, claims to like me, yet she won''t let me get close physically. Capturing a compromising video of her might take some time."


    Jiang Lun, lying on Xie Weihuan, clenched his fists in frustration.


    So this was Xie Weihuan''s scheme in pairing me with Jiang Lun ¨C a ploy as vile as ever.


    In her eyes, my presence threatened her standing in the Chi family, and she sought to remove me using such despicable means.


    But can a woman''s virtue truly define her entirety?


    Only villains like her and naive souls like my sister would think so.


    In my view, being assaulted is no different than being bitten by a rabid dog; it''s not the woman''s fault, but that of the man or the beast.


    Xie Weihuan''s finger pressed heavily against Jiang Lun''s forehead, her touch forceful, snapping him to attention.


    "No need for complications; create the opportunity. Expedite this matter, and the funds will follow."


    "But..."


    Jiang Lun''s attempt at further negotiation was cut short as Xie Weihuan, already dressed, left him alone with her swaying dress hem and the sound of the closing door.


    He slumped, his head in his hands, wrestling with his thoughts before steeling himself, his fists clenched and his eyes alight with a ruthless determination.


    It seemed Jiang Lun was about to up the ante in his mischief.


    I reached for my phone to call my college roommate, Yanyan, seeking a respite from the unfolding drama.

 **Chapter 20:** Seeds of Suspicion

    In the digital world''s murky depths, I watched Xie Weihuan and Jiang Lun entwine in a dance of duplicity. Pushing my phone aside, I sighed, fearing the sight might tarnish my soul.


    "Dear Weiwei, the sharks circling my family''s doorstep grow bolder, leaving my kin too terrified to return. Might you extend your grace?" Jiang Lun''s plea broke through at a moment of Xie Weihuan''s evident satisfaction.


    Her movements paused, her face clouding over with displeasure. "Already? Wasn''t it mere moments ago I opened my coffers to you?"


    "It''s my father; ensnared by old companions, he''s succumbed to the vice again, drawing a new flock of predators," Jiang Lun explained, his pride from earlier dissolving into humility in Xie Weihuan''s shadow.


    "And the sum?" Her voice was cool, detached.


    "Two million."


    "Consider it done," she responded without a second thought, her generosity fueling Jiang Lun''s resurgence.


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    In that moment, I pondered the enigma that was Xie Weihuan. Once a mere street thug, could she now be entwined with greater powers?


    Her detachment from the business world puzzled me further. Where did such wealth originate if not from Gong Li''an''s generosity?


    "And the task I set for you? When might I expect its completion?" Xie Weihuan''s voice sliced through the silence, drawing my focus.


    "Shuang Shuang, ever the sly fox, professes love yet remains untouched. Capturing her downfall may well require time," Jiang Lun mused, frustration evident in his grip.


    So this was Xie Weihuan''s vile plot¡ªluring me into Jiang Lun''s web.


    Her tactics, as always, were despicably low.


    In her eyes, I was but a pawn, another obstacle to her reign, to be cast aside through slander.


    But does a woman''s virtue truly define her? Only vile souls like Xie Weihuan and the naive would believe so.


    To me, assault is an act of violence, akin to a dog''s bite, casting no blame on the victim.


    Xie Weihuan''s disdain was palpable, her finger pressing against Jiang Lun''s forehead with a force that straightened him up.


    "Create the opportunity if none presents. Why dally? Succeed, and you''ll see more of my generosity."


    "But..."


    His protests were cut short as Xie Weihuan departed, leaving him alone with his turmoil.


    Determined, he clenched his fists, his gaze turning predatory, signaling a storm on the horizon.


    Seeking solace, I dialed Yanyan, my college confidante.

 **Chapter 21:** A Cry for He

    "Let me ponder for a moment," Yanyan mused. "There is the Xie family from the south of the city, known for their material supply business. But their new head has only been back in the country for a few years, maintaining a low profile."


    "If Xie Weihuan were truly connected to the Xie family, she''d be far more brazen. I suspect you''re overthinking this," she analyzed with a seriousness that belied her usual flamboyance.


    "Ah, I must go, my honey calls. We''ll catch up later," she chimed before abruptly ending the call. Her sudden departure didn''t bother me.


    Yanyan was right; if Xie Weihuan had the backing of the Xie family, studying abroad would be a trivial matter, unworthy of the extreme measures taken against my sister.


    The source of Xie Weihuan''s wealth deserved a closer inspection, yet where to begin eluded me.


    This enigma often distracted me during my tutoring sessions with Gong Jue, leading to moments of absent-mindedness.


    "Shuang Shuang," Jiang Lun waved his hand before my eyes, concern lacing his voice, "Are you unwell?"


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    I snapped back to reality, offering a noncommittal reply before returning to the task at hand.


    "Just feeling a bit under the weather," I admitted, brushing off his concern.


    Gong Jue''s increasing attachment and invitations for solo outings were all gently declined by me.


    "Shall I accompany you to the hospital?" Jiang Lun''s worry seemed genuine, his hand tentatively covering mine.


    His concern wasn''t for me, though, but rather for the unresolved matters with Xie Weihuan, the stress of his debt-ridden household wearing him thin.


    I withdrew my hand, indifferent. "No need."


    Desperation crept into Jiang Lun''s demeanor as he raked his fingers through his hair.


    "Could you wait for me after work? I have something to say," he requested, hope flickering in his eyes.


    After a moment''s hesitation, I nodded, curious about his intentions.


    His surprised reaction was almost comical, and he quickly ascended the stairs, barely containing his eagerness.


    When our work concluded, and we sat across from each other, Jiang Lun''s arrogance returned.


    "Jiang, what was it you wanted to discuss?" I inquired, cautious not to provoke him.


    "It''s nothing major. I noticed you weren''t feeling well, so I had the kitchen prepare a soup for you. Perhaps you''re just overworked. Have some and rest," he urged, pushing the bowl towards me.


    The rich, oily sheen of the chicken soup seemed inviting, a signature of our housekeeper''s culinary skills, yet something about it seemed off.


    "My stomach''s been sensitive lately; it''s too rich for me," I declined, attempting to push the bowl away, only for Jiang Lun to insist.


    "Just a sip; it''s very nourishing," he persisted, confirming my suspicions of foul play.

 **Chapter 22:** A Meal with Malic

    Ceasing my resistance, I relaxed my grip.


    "It''s a tad too hot. Let''s let it cool. So, what did you wish to discuss, Jiang?"


    His displeasure was evident, though he didn''t push further, opting to change the subject instead.


    "Shuang Shuang, you said you liked me, didn''t you? Then why did you reject me last time?"


    He was referring to the interrupted kiss, a memory that sparked a faint irritation within me.


    "Jiang, it''s just that... I''ve never had a boyfriend. Your sudden move took me by surprise," I feigned a shy confession.


    A flicker of joy crossed his face as he grasped my hands. "Really, Shuang Shuang? I''m your first? Then, am I considered your boyfriend now?"


    Men and their fascination with being ''the first,'' always yearning for unblemished purity.


    Though my body might be untouched, my heart was tarnished by vengeance, far from the innocence he desired.


    My silence emboldened him, and he eagerly presented the soup. "It''s cooled down now; try some!"


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    "Let''s talk a bit more first. I''ve realized how little I know about you, Jiang," I cooed, delaying the inevitable.


    No man could resist the allure of being earnestly explored by a beautiful woman.


    "Jiang, you must be quite popular, surrounded by admirers, right?" I questioned, lacing my words with a hint of vulnerability while ensuring his hands were occupied away from the soup.


    "Indeed, you''re quite observant, Shuang Shuang," he preened, basking in the rare praise.


    "You''re different from the others who''ve pursued me, Jiang. You''re not swayed by material gains, destined for greatness. Your current position belies your potential," I commiserated, striking a chord of resonance within him.


    "Sigh, I too thought I was destined for more. But let''s not dwell on such matters. Each family has its cross to bear," he sighed, a trace of despondency in his voice.


    "Tell me more about yourself, Jiang. I want to understand you better," I urged softly, my entire being seemingly captivated by him alone.


    He looked at me as if I were already his to claim, his grand gestures betraying his assurance.


    "Ahem, well, I suppose I can share a bit. Did you know I''m the only college graduate from my village? I thought I was their ticket out of poverty, but in reality, I might have been their downfall."


    His tale flowed effortlessly, a mix of pride and sorrow, his voice choking up as he recounted the missteps of his family, lost to the allure of a brighter world.


    If I were wealthy, I''d be moved to assist, but my empty pockets offered only words of comfort.


    "You''re truly admirable, Jiang. Do you need help? I could lend you some money," I offered, more out of politeness than genuine intent.


    My offer seemed to remind him of something far grimmer, his mood darkening further.

 **Chapter 23:** The Predators Tra

    His gaze suddenly became intense, gripping my wrist firmly as he lifted the soup to my lips. "No need to rush on the matter of ''lending'' a kiss; let''s not let this soup go cold," he suggested, a hint of coercion in his voice.


    Desperately searching for an excuse to decline, the bowl was already uncomfortably close to my mouth. "Allow me to assist," he persisted, eager to witness my compliance. Resolutely sealed lips prevented any of the soup from entering, but as I stood to escape, his grasp tightened.


    The sound of shattered pottery filled the room as the bowl crashed to the ground, its contents splattering messily. Jiang Lun''s fists clenched in frustration.


    "I apologize, Jiang. That wasn''t my intention," I offered, hoping to calm his rising temper. Instead, his anger seemed to escalate, his hands dragging me toward the bed with a disturbing intent.


    "A toast refused invites punishment. Had you simply complied, none of this would be necessary," he hissed, his actions betraying his true intentions.


    Despite my frantic resistance, he remained unmoved, his grip causing me pain. "Jiang, what are you doing? Let go; you''re hurting me!" I pleaded, panic evident in my voice.


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    Hurled onto the bed, the world spun around me. When my vision cleared, Jiang''s figure loomed, his intentions clear as he began to undress. The charming face I once knew now seemed monstrous.


    Cornered, I scrambled backward, only to be forcefully pulled back. "You offered help, did you not? A moment''s rest in exchange for two hundred thousand. And as it''s your first time, I''ll be gentle. Why not make this easy for both of us?" he reasoned, his body pinning mine down, his breath hot against my skin.


    "Jiang, I can secure the funds for you. Please, spare me," I begged, desperation evident in my voice. It was then I noticed a camera, its red light blinking ominously, capturing our struggle.


    This realization fueled my defiance, my hands flailing wildly, marking him with scratches. His expression darkened, and he pulled back momentarily, only to strike me across the face, the pain sending me reeling.


    "Cooperation was all you needed, yet you chose defiance," he sneered, tearing my dress apart, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Despite my attempts to cover myself, his gaze only intensified, his anticipation palpable.


    "Trust me, I won''t hurt you. Just relax and enjoy," he murmured, his hands locking mine above my head, leaving me utterly defenseless.


    In this moment of utter despair, I couldn''t help but think of my sister, enduring far worse, her hope extinguished long before mine. Jiang''s unrestrained force left me feeling shattered, tears blurring my vision until, at the precipice of my ordeal, the door burst open.

 **Chapter 24:** Rescued from the Brink

    Gong Li''an had arrived. In an instant, Jiang Lun was lifted and struck down, revealing the extent of my plight to Gong Li''an''s eyes.


    Wrapped in a cocoon of warmth as he enveloped me in a blanket, I gazed through tear-streaked eyes at him, a faint smile breaking through my pain, "Have you come to rescue me at last?"


    Before our confrontation, I had sent Gong Li''an a cryptic message hinting at the danger I faced, delaying the inevitable in hopes of his intervention. Yet, he arrived later than expected.


    Gong Li''an reached out, his touch hovering over my bruised cheek, his eyes filled with remorse. "I apologize for my tardiness," he softly uttered.


    I turned away, cocooning myself from his gaze, seeking solace in my own embrace, away from the world that had failed me.


    "Jiang, explain yourself," Gong Li''an demanded, his patience wearing thin as Jiang Lun''s justifications fell on deaf ears.


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    Jiang Lun''s plea was cut short by Gong Li''an''s unwavering resolve, his actions speaking louder than any words could. The room was filled with the sound of justice being served, yet the expected relief eluded me. Instead, a seed of hope took root within my heart.


    Was Gong Li''an''s anger a sign of his concern for me? Perhaps my plan was coming to fruition.


    Xie Weihuan''s entrance, frantic and demanding, momentarily halted the reckoning. Gong Li''an stood unyielding, his resolve firm as he carried me away, her venomous gaze following us, a chilling reminder of her malice.


    In the seclusion of the study, Gong Li''an''s tender care provided a fleeting sense of peace. Yet, my heart remained burdened with sorrow and the faintest glimmer of hope.


    "Why have you come for me?" I dared to ask, locking eyes with him.


    "And why did you signal me?" he countered, his gaze as inscrutable as ever.


    Feigning indifference, I masked my inner turmoil. "Because I admire you, Gong Li''an. Isn''t it every heart''s wish to be saved by their hero in times of peril?"


    My facade crumbled, revealing the depth of my despair. "Thankfully, you arrived, Gong Li''an. You''re the only one who''s ever come to my aid."


    If his intentions were anything but genuine, he shouldn''t have come. I couldn''t bear the thought of becoming a burden, an obsession for a lifetime.


    His silence was telling, confirming the unspoken bond between us, even as I lay there, swathed in grief and the faintest flicker of hope.

 **Chapter 25:** Seeking Solac

    With my eyes closed, I turned my face into Gong Li''an''s chest, refusing to engage with Xie Weihuan''s provocations. When she dared to reach for me, Gong Li''an deftly sidestepped her, his body radiating an intense fury as if to incinerate anyone who dared harm me.


    "Gong Li''an, you''re well aware of the kind of person you invited into this house. The audacity of his actions under your roof is appalling. Will you handle this, or shall I? Shall we resort to family discipline or the law?" His voice, laced with icy disdain, made it clear that he held Xie Weihuan accountable.


    For a fleeting moment, confusion clouded Xie Weihuan''s eyes, but realization dawned upon her as she grasped the gravity of the situation ¨C Jiang Lun''s attempt at force, thwarted. Her bluster faded, replaced by a veneer of vulnerability, yet her defiance resurfaced as she accused, "How can you judge without knowing the full story? What if she, the seductress, was the instigator?"


    "I have nothing to say to you. Step aside!" Gong Li''an''s contemptuous smirk was a clear dismissal as he carried me away from her venomous gaze, a stark reminder of her deep-seated malice.


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    I yearned for Gong Li''an to confront her, to unveil her vile nature before the man she treasured. However, Xie Weihuan''s focus swiftly shifted to Jiang Lun''s welfare, her momentary lapse of wickedness concealed once more.


    Safely ensconced in the study, with the servants barred entry, Gong Li''an placed me gently on the bed. The aftermath left me drained, tears streaming unchecked, yet sleep eluded me.


    As he reached out to wipe my tears, the blood-stained hands gave him pause. With a gentle touch, he treated me with the tenderness one might afford a fragile newborn, his actions betraying the turmoil within.


    In his gaze, I found confirmation of my gamble paying off once more. Unbeknownst to him, he had begun to care for me, his eyes betraying a deep-seated concern.


    "Why did you come for me?" I pressed, seeking the truth in his eyes.


    "Why did you signal me?" he countered, his gaze impenetrable, shrouded in mystery.


    Attempting nonchalance, I masked my turmoil. "Because I harbor feelings for you, Gong Li''an. Isn''t it every girl''s dream to be rescued by her knight?"


    My smile faded, giving way to a heavy heart. "Thankfully, you arrived. You''re all I have left. My sister once stood as my shield, and I feared I''d never find that protection again."


    Had his feelings been mere pretense, he shouldn''t have come. I couldn''t risk becoming an obsession, a burden for a lifetime.


    His silence was a tacit acknowledgment of our connection, even as I lay swathed in a blanket of sorrow and a sliver of hope.

 **Chapter 26:** A Glimmer of Hope

    Gong Li''an''s hands, as they tenderly adjusted my hair, paused momentarily before clenched into fists, retracting as if fearing any further touch.


    "Rest well for now," he suggested, his voice tinged with haste as he stood to leave but found his arm caught by my grasp.


    My arm, delicate as young lotus stems, extended from beneath the blanket, revealing a shoulder and the graceful curve of my neck, reminiscent of a vulnerable swan yearning for its mate''s call. Just one glance from Gong Li''an, and the thought of leaving me would become unbearable.


    Yet, he turned away, steadfastly avoiding my gaze.


    "Why did you come to my rescue?" I persisted, seeking a glimpse into his heart.


    "I couldn''t bear to witness such vile acts within the Gong household," he replied, his words cold, devoid of personal attachment, shining with integrity yet dousing the flickers of hope within me.


    Releasing his arm, I cocooned myself back within the blanket''s embrace.


    "Thank you for today, Mr. Gong. I was out of sorts from the fright. Please disregard my ramblings earlier and I hope they haven''t troubled you. Could you ask the maid to bring me some clothes? I''m not decent like this."


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    Gong Li''an hesitated before suggesting, "Perhaps we should tend to your injuries first."


    "And how shall we do that? Are you offering to tend to them personally?" I prodded, noticing the faint blush on his ears, though his composure remained unshaken.


    "I''ll call for the maid," he decided, evidently shaken by the ordeal''s severity, particularly the bruise adorning my face, a testament to Jiang Lun''s brute force.


    During my half-month convalescence at home, I pondered my next moves and distanced myself from Gong Li''an, whose mere thought unsettled me, leaving me uncertain about our future interactions.


    Simultaneously, my investigation into Xie Weihuan''s financials hit a standstill, making my quest for justice for my sister even more daunting.


    Engrossed in thought and consulting with Yanyan for insights, she bluntly reminded me of my mission''s essence.


    "You''re complicating things. Have you forgotten what truly matters? Is it Gong Li''an you desire, or Xie Weihuan''s downfall? Her misery is paramount; a man is merely a means to an end, understand?"


    Her words resonated with clarity.


    As night fell, an unexpected knock at my door stirred a blend of fear and curiosity within me. With no friends likely to visit unannounced, I opted for caution, feigning absence as the knocking grew more desperate.


    Armed with self-defense tools, I approached the door, only to freeze at the sight of a shadowy figure reflected on my phone''s screen, stealthily advancing from the balcony.


    Heart racing, I mustered the courage to confront the intruder, only to collide with the figure and succumb to the chloroform-laden cloth pressed against my face, plunging me into darkness.

 **Chapter 27:** The Captive

    Awakening in an unfamiliar, dimly lit room, the aftereffects of the sedative rendered my mind foggy. My disheveled clothes, surprisingly intact, contrasted starkly with the bare walls of what seemed like an unfinished room. Seated across me was Jiang Lun, looking worse for wear, his clothes stained and wrinkled, reeking of alcohol.


    His face, more bruised and battered than mine, bore the marks of our last encounter - a testament to our tumultuous history. As our eyes met, a sharp kick to my abdomen sent waves of pain coursing through me, curling my body into a protective ball.


    "You think playing these games with me is fun? Did seeing me beaten please you?" Jiang Lun''s fury was palpable as he yanked my hair, forcing me to face him. The cold blade of a knife grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His twisted smile as he toyed with the knife on my face was a clear sign of his deranged state.


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    Initially, his intention was merely to possess me, a fleeting conquest. But now, his desire morphed into something darker, more enduring. Amidst the pain, I mustered the strength to speak, "Let me go. I can pay you."


    His scoff at the mention of money was a stark reminder of his disdain for such leverage. "I needed money once, controlled by it. But not anymore."


    Jiang Lun''s delirium hinted at a deeper turmoil within. "What happened to your family?" I ventured, despite the tight binds and throbbing pain.


    His rant about the selfishness of others, including me and Xie Weihuan, was interrupted by my offer of help. "She tasked me with your murder for the promised millions. How do you propose to assist now? By impaling yourself on this blade?"


    His earnest gaze, filled with conflict and despair, prompted me to dissuade him from his grim path, "You don''t wish to kill, Jiang. Don''t let her words dictate your actions; there''s still a chance to turn back."


    His laughter, though brief, was void of joy, more a reflection of his shattered psyche, "Kill you for money? I no longer see its worth. What''s left for me now?"

 **Chapter 28:** A Descent into D

    I was terrified, but I didn''t avoid Jiang Lun''s gaze, trying to be as calm and gentle as possible.


    "What happened to you, Senior Jiang? Just tell me, and I''ll do everything I can to help you."


    Jiang Lun lifted his head, his eyes gazing into the distance without focus, before he finally spoke.


    "Because of your rejection, because of my incompetence, I didn''t complete the task, and Xie Weihuan didn''t pay me. I tried borrowing money everywhere but couldn''t make up the two million. To be precise, no one is willing to lend me money anymore.


    So, my father was taken back home by debt collectors and beaten to death. My sister tried to intervene and fell, resulting in a miscarriage and severe bleeding. My mother couldn''t withstand the torment and died before even entering our home when she was brought back.


    I lost all my family members in an instant. I''ve worked so hard, taking on any job just to make money, not caring even if I was humiliated and insulted. I was just short of this last bit of money. Paying off this debt would have allowed me to return to my previously peaceful life.


    But why did fate mock me like this? Why, tell me! Why!"


    Tears covered Jiang Lun''s face, his grief seemed unbearable as he looked at me.


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    "You said you wanted to help me, right? How can you help me? Who can help me?"


    Tears unconsciously welled up in my eyes too, Jiang Lun''s immense sorrow felt tangible, like a howling tide about to engulf me.


    "No one can help you!"


    I yelled at Jiang Lun, our tearful eyes meeting, like two small animals licking each other''s wounds.


    "I also suddenly lost my only kin, lost everything, left with nothing.


    But if you think it''s the heavens playing tricks on you, then demand an explanation from the heavens, fight for your breath and change your fate against all odds.


    If you think someone is sabotaging you behind the scenes, then demand an explanation from that person, take your revenge with your own hands.


    Crying behind closed doors is the most useless thing to do!"


    Jiang Lun shook his head frantically, as if he heard me, yet didn''t.


    "I''m too tired, Shuang Shuang, really too tired. I''ve been struggling for so many years, I don''t even have the strength to continue.


    I even blame myself, wondering why I bothered going to college, leaving the mountains. Maybe spending a lifetime in my hometown could have led to a satisfying end.


    I''m so tired, I doubt myself, I can''t even stand being alone with myself. How do you expect me to move forward?"


    After saying this, Jiang Lun staggered out and returned with two cans of gasoline.


    "Since you also have no relatives and nothing to worry about, why don''t we keep each other company? It won''t be as lonely on the road."


    I was shocked, speechless. Jiang Lun, this madman, actually wanted to drag me into committing suicide with him.


    Jiang Lun kicked over the gasoline cans, and the gasoline surged wildly on the uneven cement floor, encircling us.


    He took out a lighter and fiddled with it.


    The clicking sound of the lighter felt like a countdown to the end of my life.

 **Chapter 29:** A Deal with the De

    "Jiang Lun, let me go. I can''t die; I haven''t avenged my sister yet! I haven''t killed Xie Weihuan!


    Let me go. I''ll do anything you want."


    The smell of gasoline filled my nostrils, making me cry again.


    "Do you have a grudge against Xie Weihuan?"


    Jiang Lun seemed interested, putting away his lighter and strolling over to me.


    "She forced my sister to death to secure a spot for herself. I must take revenge on Xie Weihuan with my own hands!" I repeated firmly, trying to persuade Jiang Lun.


    "Speaking of which, Xie Weihuan has wronged you too. If she had transferred the money to you earlier, none of this would have happened to your family."


    Jiang Lun chuckled lightly, seemingly indifferent.


    "Isn''t that the truth? By that logic, you also have a grudge against me. If you had cooperated with me properly, I would have gotten that two million long ago."


    I was choked up, not expecting him to turn the conversation around and involve me.


    "But I don''t want to seek revenge anymore. It''s endless. And Xie Weihuan''s power is not something you and I can touch."


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    Jiang Lun spoke in a tone of resignation. "If you don''t believe me, you can try. Maybe one day you''ll suddenly be silenced, and we''ll meet in the underworld."


    It seemed Jiang Lun knew some secrets about Xie Weihuan. I had to ask now, or I might never get the chance.


    "What do you mean? Isn''t Xie Weihuan just an ordinary little thug? Even the opportunity to study abroad was seized by her. Who''s backing her?"


    "The Xie family from the south of the city," Jiang Lun blurted out.


    How could that be? I had suspected as much before.


    But the Xie family''s power is so great, even the Gong family respects them. How could Xie Weihuan be backed by the Xie family without any news, and even Yanyan couldn''t find out?


    "Surprised, aren''t you? I was too, to be involved with the Xie family.


    But the Xie family is very secretive about their attitude towards her. I guess she might be an illegitimate daughter or someone who can''t be publicly acknowledged.


    And with the Xie family''s tough methods, even Xie Weihuan doesn''t dare to flaunt."


    Hearing Jiang Lun speak so confidently, my thoughts froze. If that was true, how could I, an ordinary person, fight against the Xie family with my own strength?


    "If you feel that you can''t accept your fate and must seek justice, then go ahead and try. See whether it''s your life that''s tougher or the Xie family''s grip."


    Jiang Lun picked up the gasoline can and poured the remaining gasoline over himself.


    I suddenly snapped back to reality, scrambling backwards to put distance between us and to avoid the gasoline splashing on me. But the only two windows were sealed shut, and the only exit was the door behind Jiang Lun.


    I didn''t want to die. As long as I lived, I would always find a way to avenge my sister.


    "What else do you know? About Xie Weihuan."


    I pressed Jiang Lun for answers, fearing that we would both suddenly become human torches.


    "Is there any point in a dying person knowing these things? It''s better not to ask and spare yourself one less trouble."

 **Chapter 30:** A Desperate Escape

    "Meaningful! Even if I have to die, I will not let Xie Weihuan off the hook as a ghost!"


    I screamed at Jiang Lun with a heart-wrenching pain. Now he was calm and collected, and I became the frenzied one.


    "You really are a good sister.


    Then go ahead and try. If you succeed, your sister should be very happy."


    Suddenly, a small knife was thrown at my feet. Jiang Lun lifted his chin, signaling me to pick it up.


    "If you really want revenge, go ahead. People need something to look forward to in life, even if it''s like a moth to a flame."


    Clumsily, I picked up the small knife with my bound hands and struggled to cut the ropes on my hands and feet.


    Jiang Lun picked up another gasoline can and splashed the remaining gasoline into the air.


    The empty gasoline can was thrown to the ground, making a loud noise, and I couldn''t help but hasten my actions.


    "To take revenge on the Xie family, you need to make them abandon Xie Weihuan. Otherwise, they will protect her completely. But Xie Weihuan is not someone to be trifled with, so do your best."


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    Finally, the ropes that bound me fell off, and I slowly stood up, adjusting to my numb legs.


    A loud noise came from the door; someone was shouting.


    "Shuang Shuang! Are you alright? Jiang Lun! Don''t touch her, I''ll give you whatever amount of money you want!"


    It was Gong Li''an''s voice, and I suddenly felt a great sense of safety. But how did he know I was here?


    I leaned against the wall and walked towards the door behind Jiang Lun. He did not stop me or even look at me, just playing with a lighter, head down.


    "What do you mean, you have no relatives? There are still people in this world who care about you.


    I won''t persuade you to take revenge; you wouldn''t listen anyway. But if you succeed, share it with me, let me know that the struggle is worthwhile.


    Go ahead, I''m going to reunite with my family. I hope they won''t blame me."


    As I reached the door and opened it, I heard the sound of the lighter falling to the ground.


    The next moment, flames surged behind me, the temperature scorching.


    Gong Li''an, who was waiting at the door, quickly embraced me, turning his back to block the terrifying heat.


    Gong Li''an didn''t have time to speak. He glanced inside the room, then hurriedly ran outside with me in his arms, as numerous black-clothed bodyguards cleared the way.


    I stared blankly at Jiang Lun sitting alone in the fire.


    He sat there, leaning back in his chair, which was already ignited by the roaring flames, his head drooping as if he were a lonely king guarding his throne.


    Jiang Lun, who had bullied me with Xie Weihuan, was about to die, but I didn''t feel the slightest bit of pleasure in my heart. I even felt sorry for him.


    My entire being, along with my heart, felt suffocated, dull to everything around me.


    This wasn''t revenge, I thought. It was merely a narrow escape from death. If Xie Weihuan had been sitting there, I might have burst out laughing.


    I was embraced by Gong Li''an into an extended Cayenne, and the medical staff bustling around me began to clean and bandage my wounds.

 **Chapter 31:** The Aftermath

    I wasn''t even sure when I got injured; I felt no pain at all.


    Gong Li''an was extremely anxious, constantly scolding the nurse to be gentler, even going so far as to apply the medicine himself.


    His large hands carefully held a tiny cotton swab, which seemed somewhat clumsy and amusing.


    As the medicine touched the wound, pain started to spread, and my blood seemed to flow once more, bringing back my senses and an unreal feeling of returning to the world.


    Gong Li''an was squatting down, his left hand completely enveloping my foot, while his right hand applied medicine to my ankle with the cotton swab.


    His hands were so large and my ankle so delicate and frail in comparison, its paleness even more pronounced against his skin tone.


    "Gong Li''an!"


    I threw myself at Gong Li''an, taking advantage of his kneeling posture, my arms encircling his neck, my whole body curling into his embrace.


    His hands gathered me up from behind, one hand patting my head comfortingly.


    "Don''t be afraid, I''m here now, everything''s going to be okay."


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    Hearing Gong Li''an''s voice, I finally felt like I had survived a catastrophe, his collar quickly becoming wet with my tears.


    "I was so scared, Gong Li''an, I really thought I was going to die in there. I thought I''d never see you again.


    I''m so glad you came, you saved me again."


    I cried so hard that I began to cough.


    Gong Li''an''s large hand soothed my back, his gaze filled with tenderness.


    "Stop crying, I won''t let you get hurt again."


    I smirked where Gong Li''an couldn''t see. This man really was stubborn, only revealing a bit of his heart when he thought I was nearly gone.


    "Mr. Gong, I''m already so happy that you came to rescue me.


    But please don''t blame your wife, she was just afraid of losing you to me."


    My voice and body trembled slightly, not out of fear but excitement. I was about to expose Xie Weihuan''s malicious side to Gong Li''an.


    "Xie Weihuan? Did she do this?" Anger tinged Gong Li''an''s voice.


    "Jiang Lun said he was secretly kept by your wife, and she promised to pay him only if he got rid of me. That''s why he tried to assault me last time, and when he failed, he still didn''t give up and planned to kill me. Luckily, you came and saved me, otherwise, I would have been dead!


    Please make sure to investigate thoroughly and not wrongly accuse your wife."


    Let''s hope the investigation doesn''t spare Xie Weihuan and perhaps even reveals her connection to the Xie family.


    "Alright, I will look into it thoroughly. Let''s get you home first."


    Gong Li''an stood up, seeming ready to delve into this matter immediately.


    I shook my head, unwilling to let go, still clinging to him. I looked up, "I don''t want to go back; I''m terrified. Can you take me with you, Mr. Gong?


    Anywhere is fine; I have no family left, only you to protect me.


    As long as I''m with you, I''m not afraid of anything.


    Please let me stay with you, Mr. Gong, I beg you."


    Gong Li''an looked down at me, his gaze dark and unfathomable, like the depths of an ancient well, impossible to read.

 **Chapter 32:** A Kiss of Comfort

    After a long pause, a sigh finally escaped, "Okay."


    Gong Li''an''s agreement sent my heartbeat into disarray, not sure if it was from the relief of liking Gong Li''an or from moving a step closer to my revenge against Xie Weihuan.


    My red lips pressed against his icy ones, seemingly melting a block of ice.


    He gradually took control, cradling the back of my head to deepen the kiss.


    Gong Li''an was gentle, but his kiss was domineering, skillfully conquering every corner, squeezing the air out of my lungs.


    I was the first to succumb, like a dying fish gasping for breath.


    Gong Li''an released me, then gently kissed the corner of my lips.


    "I''ll look into it and give you an explanation."


    I was suddenly very curious about how Gong Li''an would deal with Xie Weihuan.


    "What kind of explanation? Will you divorce her? Or will you make her deeds public?"


    Gong Li''an''s deep gaze rested on me, but he remained silent.


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    His silence was an answer in itself. Gong Li''an couldn''t do it, not even for the sake of family reputation.


    With a bitter smile, I let go of Gong Li''an, "Just find out the truth for yourself, I don''t need an explanation."


    I would seek my own form of justice, whether for what was done to me or to my sister, I would personally reclaim it from Xie Weihuan.


    Gong Li''an didn''t let go, instead, he tightened his embrace, "Whatever you want, I can give you."


    "Alright, I''d like a new job, could you find me one, please?


    I''d also love to continue tutoring, to see you and Xiao Jue every day.


    But now, with Jiang Lun dead, your wife must hate me to the core. I dare not visit the Gong residence anymore, yet I wish to see you every day.


    Can I stay by your side, sir?"


    Clutching Gong Li''an''s lapel, I spoke with heartfelt sincerity, tears brimming in my eyes as if he was my entire world.


    "Okay."


    Gong Li''an decisively agreed, kissing the corners of my eyes.


    "You can be my assistant, then you''ll see me every day."


    "Will the madam be angry about this?"


    "She won''t be. She has no say in the company matters. Don''t worry, she can''t trouble you."


    With Gong Li''an''s assurance, I felt much relieved and left a big kiss on the corner of his mouth.


    "Thank you, sir. You are truly the kindest person to me in this world."


    Blushing, I lowered my head, the corners of my mouth lifted in joy. For now, I couldn''t reach the Xie family, so staying by Gong Li''an''s side was the best temporary strategy.


    Gong Li''an made me his assistant, a newly created position with no real duties, just to serve him tea and provide special companionship.


    This made me somewhat unhappy. After all, I''m a graduate from a prestigious school, how could I just sit there like a decorative vase?


    I coquettishly complained to Gong Li''an, but he merely captured my misbehaving hands and kissed me recklessly.