Chapter 252: Have You Ever Understood Xiao Heng?

ere."Hung up the phone.Jian Tong got up and walked to the small wooden table by the bedroom window. She slowly sat down and pulled open a drawer, taking out a notebook from inside.After her release fr...Xiao Heng is in Yunnan.

He saw that woman.

He wanted to get closer, but his feet felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds.

Deep in the night

The night of Erhai Lake, the wind is sometimes strong.

Across the street from where I lived, there was always a car parked.

Sometimes it's a rental, sometimes it's a private car, different cars with different license plates and numbers, inside, there's definitely the same person, Xiao Heng.

He didn't dare approach the cottage.

Because, she is there.

The wind tonight is strong.

The Didi driver was getting impatient: "Sir, you've arrived at your destination." This was a strange customer; he had received this person's Didi order for the third time.

Every destination is the same place.

Every journey is met with silence.

Every time I reach my destination, I stare blankly in one direction, lost and despondent.

"Sir, if you want to stay overnight, you can check in now."

The Didi driver urged.

He just doesn't understand these young people's ideas.

"What if I want to drink"

The Didi driver was stunned: "You... broke up" He pointed to the window outside that guesthouse: "Your girlfriend works at that guesthouse" That's why you always look out of your mind, staring intently at that guesthouse

Xiao Heng didn't speak, but the Didi driver felt sympathy and sighed: "You young people, you don't cherish what you have until you lose it and then regret it."

The man in the back seat, with a handsome face, looked towards the direction of Yi's residence. His intoxicated eyes dimmed, and a smirk played on his lips... Yes, he didn't cherish it when he had it.

That woman, she too had once trusted him wholeheartedly.

I too have smiled at him.

If he hadn't hurt her with such malice back then, wouldn't she have been able to spend her whole life muddling along with him like that

Even if you don't love him, could you spend your life with him, going through the mundane routines of everyday life

Isn't this when there's no more connection to the Shen family

If he hadn't been so merciless back then, so ruthless!

There is no if...

He had only ever fallen for one woman in his life.

Someone told him that the woman had done such things, the evidence was right in front of him, he couldn't help but believe it. Lowly, despicable, self-deprecating, and incredibly vicious.

Is that the little girl he knows

He was shocked, and after shock came anger. He was furious that she had deceived him, putting on a show in front of him, acting so convincingly!

He couldn't help but rage, feeling anger and hatred because she wasn't the way he thought she was. In the end, he poured all of his negativity and malice onto her.

He poured all his malice onto her, from head to toe, basin after basin of anger-fueled spite.

Looking back, the most unbearable person is himself.

Then, he was lost.

Thinking back to that time, what surfaced in my mind wasn't this woman's ugliness, but a faint sense of... even if she really did it, even if I did it, so what

He also found the idea too absurd. How could he think, "So what" about a woman who had even been to jail for such things

Stuggling, wavering.

He deceived himself, saying: "Isn't she just a slut!"

While saying that, he was always paying attention to her.

False!

False and True!

Xiao Heng scoffed at himself.

"Young people, if you have something to say, just say it properly." The Didi driver looked at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his face was grim, and he quickly persuaded him.

Xiao Heng raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror. In the mirror, he showed a smile even uglier than crying to the Didi driver: "Let's go."

I can't say for sure!

Where to

"Where is the most lively"

"This place" The Didi driver pondered for a moment, then laughed heartily: "A bar in Lijiang's ancient city. But it's a two-hour drive. Want to go"

"Go! Why wouldn't I go" Xiao Heng also laughed, a laugh laced with biting sarcasm.

"Fare..."

The driver just said two words, a stack of bills, I don't know how much, he directly stuffed it into his hand: "The most lively bar."

The driver's eyes lit up: "Okay! You look here! I guarantee you'll be taken to the most lively place!"

Tonight's job is huge, enough for a week's worth of living expenses.

The car is going to Lijiang.

In the ancient city of Lijiang, there are also small bars, but basically by eleven o'clock, they will gradually close and stop business. This is the rule in the ancient city of Lijiang.

Outside the ancient city, a few large bars are still bustling with activity.

Under the moonlight, the scenery seems even more beautiful.

Unlike bars in big cities, the excitement here is mixed with a unique charm of "people in an ancient capital" besides the buzzing music from machines.

On the dance floor, a throng of people, young and old, gathered here, unified at 18.

The flickering lights cast an eerie glow on the dancing crowd, transforming them into grotesque figures in a frenzied dance. Their expressions were wild and ecstatic, lost in the rhythm as they swayed and gyrated. The women's carefully styled hair, straight or curled, flowed with their every move, becoming a testament to their unbridled passion – bodies twisting wildly, hair cascading in a chaotic symphony!

Xiao Heng drank XO one cup after another.

He drank with a hurried intensity, as ardent and urgent as the longing in his heart for that woman.

Only by gulping down one cup after another in such a frantic manner could I avoid feeling the suffocating pain emanating from my heart.

The most fearsome thing is not loss, but utter loss.

That kind of hopeless, endless despair, with no glimmer of hope at all.

Bang—

A figure crashed into him.

Thousands of bottles of liquor on the table were smashed to the ground, with wine spilled everywhere.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Xiao Heng didn't speak. The bar manager happened to be standing nearby and immediately scolded, "What are you doing Don't you come over here and apologize to the customer with a bow"

After the manager's cold reprimand, he turned to Xiao Heng and said:

“I’m so sorry. This new bar staff is clumsy, just started working here. He broke your glass, we’ll replace it with another bottle.” He said “replace it with another bottle,” but in reality, the money came from deducting it from the cleaning worker's wages.

The cleaner's face paled at the manager's words, but under the manager's sexual intimidation, he dared not speak more.

Hurry over and bow to apologize to Xiao Heng.

"Wait a minute." A hand, steady and firm, pressed down on the cleaner's shoulder, causing him to tremble in fear.

He carefully raised his head, but his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Xiao Heng's eyes were intensely fixed on the cleaner in front of him. The look made the manager standing beside him think inwardly: Could he be interested in this cleaner

This flavor is too "unusual."

What's your name

"Tong Xiaotong."

"Child… Little child" Xiao Heng's eyes, slightly drunk, were oddly clear: "Little child"

The manager's lips twitched slightly as he stepped forward. "Sir, I'll have someone bring you a new bottle right away..."

"Forget it, it's just a bottle of wine. It's broken anyway, and there wasn't much left." Xiao Heng knew the rules of the game in this world of pleasure and vice. He understood that no matter how cheap the bottle was, the final cost would fall on his small cleaning job. "It's just a matter of paying up," he said calmly.

The bar manager mumbled to himself... He had just been standing right there. This guy came in alone and ordered several bottles of good liquor all at once, totalling fifty thousand yuan. He was definitely a big spender among tonight's walk-ins, so naturally, as the manager, he had to come over. So about that broken bottle of wine, he saw it very clearly - it hadn't even been opened.

"Little one... Little one... how did you end up in a bar" Xiao Heng completely ignored the manager's presence, and it was unclear whether he was truly drunk or something else entirely.

He stared intently at the trembling little janitor.

“I, I'm short on money, I'm making some money coming in.”

Xiao Heng's eyes stung with pain, and he hurriedly took out his checkbook. "Pen, pen, do you have one"

The manager hurriedly passed it over: “Yes, there is.”

He didn't care, he took the pen and quickly filled in a string of numbers on the checkbook, signed his name, and hurriedly shoved it into the hands of the little cleaner:

"Little one, stop it. Don't do it here anymore. I'll give you money."

He spoke hurriedly, the bar manager's eyes were like daggers, scanning over him, and he was stunned!

Hey!

One million!

One million!

To a sanitation worker you just met for the first time

Either this guest is drunk, or this guest has had a head injury.

Even the most generous guest wouldn't be this extravagant.

As a bar manager, he knew better than to accept this money. Who knows if they were drunk

"Sir, you're drunk. Please take your money."

"I'm not drunk," Xiao Heng said, his slightly tipsy eyes narrowed in determination.

“I’m not drunk. Her name is Xiaotong. Because she’s short on money, she works as a cleaner at the entertainment club.” He quickly stuffed the check into the trembling cleaner's hand: “She needs money, I have money, I give it to her, all of it.” He stared with his eyes, those slightly drunk eyes, bearing the traces of intoxication, yet now abnormally bright, using an unusually serious gaze, staring at the cleaner named Tong Xiaotong: “Don’t work in this place anymore.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about the unopened bottles of wine on the table. He stumbled out of the bar, hurried and disheveled.

He just ran, stumbling all the way.

Ran into the dim alley.

A night breeze blew, and in her light clothing, she shivered from the cold.

Suddenly, he slid down along the wall behind him, squatting in a corner where moss grew on the crumbling walls. His broad palm slowly lifted, covering most of his face, and from between his fingers, tiny beads of moisture trickled out.

Silent sorrow, unbearable silence, self-deception in silence.

"I'd be so happy if I were drunk." she murmured softly.

"Huh Mr. you're here" A sweet voice called after him.

"What are you running for, running so fast" The woman chasing behind her voice still carried a slight panting.

Xiao Heng covered his face with his hand and gently wiped it. Between his fingers, a pair of beautiful legs, wearing ten-inch high heels, lifted their eyelids. A perfectly fitting wrap skirt revealed her rounded buttocks.

Xiao Heng didn't lift his head, still burying it.

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and a hand gently rested on his shoulder. “Sir,” a voice whispered, “Shall we”

Xiao Heng buried his head, motionless: “Were you just at the nightclub”

"I'm not selling." The woman's soft lips pressed against Xiao Heng's ear, like a breath of air: "Come to my house, how about it"

Xiao Heng laughed silently, raised his head, and arched an eyebrow:

"Do you often do that

"

"Is it okay to bring a stranger home"

"No, you're the first." The woman's red lips moved slightly: "I have high standards. You are the first man to move me."

Seeing Xiao Heng remained unmoved, the woman softened her body and almost leaned entirely into his arms: "Come to a bar, either for pleasure or to drown your sorrows."

Wouldn't you be the second one

Love, well... what's the harm in holding on

It's nothing more than men loving women and women loving men. Either you don't love her, or she doesn't love you.

She doesn't love you, what can you do

"Could it really only be her" The woman's fingers darted into Xiao Heng's clothes, her fingertips circling his chest. "What can you do It's only you who suffers from letting go."

Trapped alone within the walls, you'll never be able to escape.

A woman, a woman with experience.

The words pierced Xiao Heng's heart like a sharp needle.

Xiao Heng closed his eyes, then opened them again. A smirk stretched across his thin lips, a smile that was both pained and intense, a mixture of madness and despair. "Good," he rasped, his voice devoid of any stress or worry, as if uttering these two words brought him an overwhelming sense of joy and lightness.

He stood up and pressed his big palm heavily on the woman's round, full buttocks, kneading them sensually!

She doesn't love you, the pain is only yours.

She doesn't love you, are you going to be trapped in this siege

She doesn't love you, what can you do

How else could he

He… what else could he possibly do!

Hehehe...

The thin lips cracked into a desperate smile, a silent laughter that no one could hear!

Without her, he would still be Xiao Heng, still the playboy who charmed the gaming world.

Red beauties are scattered all over the world, dashing and unrestrained, leaving their affections everywhere. A heartless rich third-generation playboy.

"Go to the hotel."

In the night wind, Xiao Heng's hoarse voice rose without emotion.

He, after all, was unwilling to go to this woman's home.

……

In the large room, antique and elegant, this is the unique charm of the ancient city of Lijiang.

The sound of the shower, abruptly stopped.

A man stood with a pristine white towel around his waist, droplets of water falling from it onto the imitation fur rug on the wooden floor. Barefoot, he moved like a lone wolf to the bed.

Suddenly bending over, with a palm pressed down, the broad hand resting on the bedding, the woman who had been sitting by the bed was pushed flat, lying in a big character.

Surprise flickered in her eyes, quickly replaced by delight. Those eyes held a hint of infatuation: "So passionate You're truly...wild."

Xiao Heng remained silent, his handsome features betraying no emotion whatsoever.

Silent as death, he suddenly buried his head in the woman's neck. His dark head nestled against her delicate, smooth skin, right above her bare chest…

But that was just the prelude, making the woman gasp for breath and blush all over, a breathtaking sight.

But the man on her, had no heart for all this beauty.

... increasingly brutal.

...

Jian Tong, without you, I'm still me.

Without you, I am still Xiao Heng.

It doesn't matter, you're not that important, no, no, no!

Jian Tong, it's okay if you're not here. I am Xiao Heng, and always have been, and always will be!

Without you, I can still be fine, happy, have fun, enjoy the soft bodies of other women... I don't necessarily need you!

It doesn't necessarily have to be you!

Others can too, absolutely!

His actions grew increasingly urgent, more and more violent.

That's just the beginning, is this man's wildness this brutal

Suddenly!

Xiao Heng suddenly pushed the woman on the bed hard, his face turning ashen:

"Roll~!"

"How could you..." The woman's face turned ashen, her eyes darting to Xiao Heng's direction: "You wouldn't be...incapable, would you"

Any man who says "no" will draw his weapon.

"Get out!" Xiao Heng flipped out the checkbook from under his clothes and found a pen on the shelf in the room. He quickly filled in a string of numbers and tossed a check onto the bed: "Take this and get lost!"

A woman wasn't short of money. Upon seeing the amount, even if she was furious, her anger would dissipate at once. Indifferent to everything around her, she put on her clothes, took the check, and walked away in high heels.

In the room

Xiao Heng's face was ashen. He stared at the rain-streaked windowpane, a stark black night providing the backdrop. In this painting of a man, a wry smile played on his lips, its curve dripping with sarcasm.

"Haha, hahahahaha…" A manic laugh, sinking into the depths of despair.

That was a bone-deep despair.

He clenched his eyes shut.d of the Jian family, raised the banner of justice and tearfully accused Shen Xiu-jin, the current head of the Shen family, of abusing and persecuting his daughter, Jian Tong.For a time, on the intern...