Pu Yuanhui said a lot of things in one breath, more than what he had said in the last few decades. And then he said roughly, “Damned old goat, are you really my father? You even didn’t give me a drink when I come to your home.”
“I’d give you a good beating, you son of a bitch!” The father raised his hand covering with protruding blue veins and age spots, habitually, then he put his hand down, and said, almost imploring, “When everything is over, come back home.”
Pu Yuanhui looked coldly at the old man. He was nearly 70 years old. There was a surge of pain in his heart. How he wished the father could give him a beating as before. “Just depends. I even don’t know how long I could be still alive.”
“I’m not going to see you die. However, I admired you very much, because you even dare to rob Li Dadong of his belongings. You are really my son.”
Pu Yonglin made a few phone calls in the bathroom. First, he picked seven bodyguards to protect his so. Then, he employed his most covert connections in the upper echelon to conduct the investigation of the case thoroughly
Pu Yuanhui felt much better when he came down from the pipe. Getting into his car, he made a call to a number his father offered him.
He drove to the designated place and the seven bodyguards were waiting in the minibus. He invited them to have a snack, then they had a discussion about the things they were going to do before they broke up
He lit a cigarette, sat in the car until it was almost dawn. The moon and the stars were in the sky at the same time, fantastic scenery. The cold air made one sober. He remembered his lost youth, which made him a little dizzy. He missed the girl he once loved, with a simple smile, the same as the smile on the face of the girl waiting for him at home. Their fingers looked very alike, soft with firmness when holding in hand. People tended to buy the same kind of thing repeatedly. Some even tried to find a lover of the same type as their wives. It was totally beyond your understanding.
When he got back home, Jiang Youyou was still sleeping in bed. she heated up the supper by herself. Online movies were still playing on the computer screen. She must have stayed up very late last night and went asleep until she couldn’t hold on, without caring if the computer were on or not. The naughty girl.
He didn’t have the heart to wake her up, so he held her hand and lay down beside her.
When Jiang Youyou opened her eyes and saw Pu Yuanhui, she felt like they were living in a second generation. Touching his face she asked, “Are you all right?”
And she fondled Pu Yuanhui’s penis, “Is it also OK?”
Pu Yunahui rolled over on Jiang Youyou, “Let me fuck you to have a baby.”
They laughed, turned, rolled, fucked and kept making love. It was an undisturbed morning. They could stay in bed until afternoon. The short but happy moment had gone too soon.
Yet there was still someone who called her. She saw it was a strange number from an unknown caller IC, so she hung up.
But the caller kept calling. She received, and a heartbroken cry was heard. “Didn’t you know that my son has died?”
Dai Jingcheng? Yeah, he hasn’t called these days and when she called him his phone had also turned off. What was he playing at?
Wu Zhengmei cried madly in the phone, “You’re really a hoodoo, there is a superstitious belief that a broom star, that is, a comet is jinx that brings bad luck to you), my son was killed because of you! Give my son back to me!”
“Don’t make a fuss, Auntie! What happened to him? At Christmas night, after we finished the Christmas dinner, he said he was going to accompany you for the festival, then we separated. Didn’t he go back home?”
Wu Zhengmei yelled at the other end of the phone with snot and tears, “We called him but he said he wanted to accompany you on Christmas and begged us to forgive him. He said he loved you very much. So we allowed. As a result he died.”
“Gosh!” Jiang Youyou was in a daze. “He was not with me. What’s more, he didn’t give me any call. Where are you now? I’ll go to you right away.”
“I’m at home.”
“I’ll go with you.” Pu Yuanhui also got up.
The seven bodyguards were already waiting at the exit of the highway. They were in charge of the two’s safety. When they arrived at the gate of the Dai’s villa, Pu Yuanhui told them they didn’t have to enter the house, for it was very safe here. What they should do was to guard at the gate.
“Who is he?” Dai Hui looked at the man with Jiang Youyou.
“A friend of mine. He won’t feel relieved if I came here along.” Jiang Youyou seated herself on the sofa. “I wasn’t with him that night. I have an alibi.”
Dai Jingcheng died indeed. His photo hung in his room. Almost all Wu Zhengmei’s hairs turned white overnight.
When Dai Hui talked about the address where his son was burnt, Pu Yuanhui was greatly shocked-it was the address of his home. How could Jiang Youyou’s boyfriend be possible to be with Xiang Lizhi, who was eleven years old? Was this world crazy?
“Perhaps you don’t know what he is really thinking about in his mind.” Jiang Youyou said in a low voice. “Once he said, he chose me as his girlfriend not because he liked me, but because I was just the one meeting the demand for his revenge.”
Revenge? Revenge against whom? Wu Zhengmei was so feeble and haggard.
“Against you, his parents. Previously Jingcheng had mentioned his childhood. You made every decision for him, not only decided the color of his suits and briefs, but also chose for him what kind of friends he should play with. And finally you just confined him in home, staring blankly at the roomful of books that he didn’t want to read at all in loneliness. You even decided for him what he should eat.” Jiang Youyou recalled, “Do you know that he liked a TV play Ultraman, but you wouldn’t allow him to watch by saying the play had the violence tendency. He liked to steal strawberries, to tie the girls’ pigtails together, to play with mud and to go to the Internet bar to play games together with other boys, but you would allow none of these. What he hated to eat most was tomatoes, but you deliberately forced him to have it. He said once you prepared a tomato on the table for him before you went out, and then he trod the tomato flat and put it into the bathroom toilet, pulled a bunch of shit on it, then washed it away. By doing this he felt happy.”
Wu Zhengmei stopped her ears and yelled, “Enough of that! Don’t say it anymore!”
Jiang Youyou didn’t stop. “At the beginning I thought he really liked me, until once I occasionally logged on his blog and it was clearly written that you had said you disliked me, for I’m not pretty, not well-built, and I had a poor family condition and a too sensitive personality. He thought if he went out on a date with me, you would surely go crazy, you would become angry, which would make him feel the joy of revenge and the realization of rebellion. Then when one day you told him that if I could get along with him wholeheartedly, he could be allowed to go on dating me. He thought things turned boring, and began to lose interest in me.”
On hearing this, Pu Yuanhui was dumbfounded. Was Dai Jingcheng having loving affairs with his wife Xiang Lizhi just to revenge his parents?”
“He told me, he didn’t want to spend the Christmas with me, he was going to go home to accompany you.” Jiang Youyou looked at Dai Hui who lowered his head, “I knew he was lying. I found a message from another woman in his phone. I guess he had found a better object in place of me to satisfy his desire of revenge. But I couldn’t imagine that he would die, and died in such a miserable way.”
Wu Zhengmei had nothing to say. When Dai Jingcheng was born, some fortune-teller cautiously said that the child wouldn’t live after twenty. Even if he could keep a low profile, he could only live to be thirty at the most.
They didn’t take it seriously at that time. They didn’t know that many a thing could come true as a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Dai Hui let out a heavy sigh, “Good Heavens, what on earth did I do wrong to have my son die?”
On his words Jiang Youyou tried to remind him, “Mr. Dai, can it be possible that you have forgotten what you have done? Aren’t you a regular guest of Oriental Angel Party? Zhao Huixin’s baby was also your child, why should you be so cruel to give her the determination to die? Perhaps your son’s death is really divine retribution against you.”
Dai Hui raised his head in astonishment. “You mean…”
“I only think in today’s world, if you have taken something you shouldn’t take, there is always someone else to take some of yours away, isn’t it, Mr. President?”
Jiang Youyou had got to know a lot of things. Dai Jingcheng friendly and frankly told her about the truth and the shadow in his mind. “My father is the president of the board of OSY Company, but no one knows my real status. My father made arrangements for me to stay in the company to observe everything. So forgive me for tricking you. I grew up with everything being arranged for me and unable to resist.”
Wu Zhengmei stood up and slapped Dai Hui in the face, “See what you’ve done!” You said you had never been to that party!”
“I’m leaving now. Please remember to burn a stick of incense on Dai Jingcheng’s grave for me.” Jiang Youyou took her handbag and went to the door. At the door she turned around and said to Wu Zhengmei, “Many things are not developing towards the direction as you arranged, although you thought you’ve arranged everything well. Once I kept a dog. It was cute and obedient when I was home, yet once I was out it made every effort to bite my sofa. So you can see even a dog had its own ideas. Let alone a human. Forgive me for saying more.”
How lonesome the huge villa would be when there were only master and mistress but no kids in it. Gray clouds were drawing closer and closer to the villa one after another in the sky. They forgot to shut the window. When the sea wind was blowing, the clanging of the windows in the dim twilight made one feel tedious. If your only son was burned to death, what was the use to have a great amount of wealth? The rain came unexpectedly and wafted into the house, making it desolate. Good kid should obey the parents while the naughty child made the parents cry with anger triumphantly. What kind of child you are? What kind of child you want?