If We Cannot Grow Old Together

Proofreader: Zhou Zhijie

“Mu Ziyou, you did a good job! Since you are in need of money so badly, why don’t you just go to make money with your body like your mother? How dare you have got a naked loan (having a picture taken, naked, with the ID card in hand as a precondition)?! Why didn’t you turn to me? Am I dead to you?”

Mu in a light sleep suddenly feels a sharp pain in the face, which is followed by a storm of abuse.

She opens her eyes and sees a furious face.

It’s her husband, Li Qiaosheng. Obviously, it’s his slap that has made her face burning.

She’s stunned, staring blankly in his angry face.

Although she has been used to his occasional hot temper, today’s fury is beyond her. What is the naked loan he mentioned? She totally has no idea.

Li squints his eyes. The woman in front of him is still attractive despite there’s an ugly scar on the face, and she can still bring up pity deep in a man’s heart easily.

He hesitates for a second before fury takes over him again.

Why? Why his heart softens suddenly?

If it hadn’t been for her, his father wouldn’t have died so early, and the family wouldn’t have fallen apart!

Thinking of this, he squeezes his two hands around her neck while crying, “Why is it you who survived? Why is it not you who have died? Why are you making me so miserable these days and every following day as you are still breathing?”

Mu coughs hard, trying to get some air, “Qiaosheng, I…” That little delicate face crumbles with tears shedding. She grabs his arm out of the urge for self-preservation and struggles hard.

Yet as the last word hits her, she closes her eyes slowly in despair. Bitter memories overwhelm her simultaneously.

The air of despair brings a bit of sense back to him. Li Qiaosheng loosens his hold on her neck at once and says in a cold voice, “You wish to die? No way! Let me make it clear: you will never free yourself of this until my last breathe!”

“I did get a loan, but not in the shameful way as you have mentioned!” Mu Ziyou figures out the cause for all this rumpus now. She tries to defend herself while trying to inhale fresh air.

“No? Shame on you for lying! See for yourself!” Li pushes her head hard against an envelope.

It hurts so badly. On tilting her head slightly, she finds on the top of the envelope a photo of herself naked with her ID card in the hands.

How come?!

“No, it’s impossible. It’s not me. No way… Qiaosheng, trust me, please. I made the loan to cover my mom’s medical bills next month. I swear I did not do it with my photo… It’s not me who took the shot. Definitely not!”

Mu Ziyou kneels by the bed with hands tugging tightly at a corner of Qiao’s clothes. With tears shedding, she tries to clear her name.

Once again, the way Li looks at her hurts her badly.

Loathing as usual, but an air of unveiled contempt is added today.

“Well, your photo is right here, what else do you want to say? It seems that you’re fond of earning money with your body, then please me with it! Make full use of your body, since it’s still favorable to me. Don’t waste it.”

“You must be kidding,” She is freaked out by this man in front of her, “I… I’m your wife.”

“My wife? Then how many times have you fulfilled your obligation as a wife? Listen, for God’s sake, I will pay you ten thousand yuan each time, that’s my best offer.”

Li Qiaosheng sneers while undressing himself slowly. Then he throws her in the bed and himself on top of her with stormy lust in his eyes.

He can’t control his nature: Hating the woman so much that he wants her to go to hell right away on the one hand, he can still be aroused by her on the other!

A sharp pain in the abdomen frightens her. She stretches out her hands against his chest, her face pale, she besought, “No, Qiaosheng, I’m having my period. Please don’t, please…”

“Oh?” Li Qiaosheng freezes for a second and lifts the corner of his mouth later, “I’m perfectly Okay with it.”

Hardly has his voice faded away when something big and hard is thrust into Mu’s body and moves in and out of her body frantically before she comes to know what was happening.

There is no hope in her eyes any more. Once again, she reminds herself that he is no longer the man, who risked his life for her safety when she was a little girl and whom she has addressed as “Brother Qiaosheng” affectionately.

The man in front of her now hates her so much that he wants to humiliate and torture her every second. This is the very thing he had done on their wedding night. He actually raped her instead of making love to her with the furious look of sending her straightly to Hades.

Mu loses the track of time, with the pain in her body numbing her senses. At last, she passes out for short of physical strength.

Mu Ziyou wakes up alone and realizes it is as cold as if no one has ever slept over on the other side of the bed.

Trying to pull herself together, Mu only finds herself overwhelmed by piercing pain all over her body as if she had been run over by some heavy gears.

She reaches out for the phone on the nightstand, mustering up all her strength, but she touches something else first. It is a bank card with a note. Li Qiaosheng’s handwriting is easy to tell: “Well, how much do you think you are worth for your bad performance in bed? A whore can do a much better job than you. Remember this, Mu Ziyo, I only gave this card out of mercy. If you want more, go on improving your skills in bed!”