Chapter 50: An Excessive Request
“Why is everyone bullying me…”
A tearful, almost desperate voice reached Leng Qing Qiu’s ears, rousing her from a strange excitement. Her heart pounded in her chest, speaking of an emotion called guilt. Yes, Lu Zhiyin’s situation was already terrible, so why was she bullying her? She remembered that since childhood, Lu Zhiyin had wanted to be close to her, always thinking of her when she had something delicious or fun. Yet, back then, she had only accepted Lu Zhiyin’s kindness while watching her get bullied, only to offer a few insincere words of concern afterward.
That behavior was just like what she herself had done at school a while ago. And now, she had changed; she, who was merely an accomplice watching from the sidelines, had now become the one personally bullying this pathetic creature who couldn’t stand. She hated morally corrupt criminals, so was she also a morally corrupt criminal now? The answer was likely yes. Leng Qing Qiu released her grip on Lu Zhiyin’s left arm.
She looked at her palm, which was already stained with streaks of blood from Lu Zhiyin’s wound. Feeling somewhat lost, Leng Qing Qiu seemed to have become the kind of person she used to despise—hurting others for her own selfish desires. She opened her mouth, and just as she was about to apologize, the girl’s desperate appearance flashed in her mind again. “…” Swallowing, Leng Qing Qiu was indecisive; she didn’t know what to do. “…” After Leng Qing Qiu let go, Lu Zhiyin cradled her left hand with her right, afraid of another attack on the wound in her forearm.
Through her blurry vision, Lu Zhiyin could see Leng Qing Qiu’s conflicted expression. She didn’t understand why Leng Qing Qiu had become so strange. In the game, Leng Qing Qiu was nowhere near as obsessive or strange as the person before her, or perhaps she just hadn’t personally experienced it before, and had overlooked the details of Leng Qing Qiu’s personality? Lu Zhiyin didn’t know. She just struggled to twist her waist, trying to break free from Leng Qing Qiu’s hold, which was naturally very difficult, or completely impossible.
“…Zhiyin.” Leng Qing Qiu’s mind raced. She thought, she really couldn’t suppress her desire to break free from restraint again. “Sorry…” She lowered her head and apologized to Lu Zhiyin. Looking at Lu Zhiyin’s delicate face, Leng Qing Qiu reached out and gently touched the girl’s cheek. Noticeably, Lu Zhiyin’s body stiffened. This cute reaction made it even harder for Leng Qing Qiu to let her go. She had indeed become a scumbag despised by her past self. Or perhaps, she had never been a good person.
Closing her eyes once more, Leng Qing Qiu got off Lu Zhiyin’s waist and started the car again. “You should know, I’m a pervert.” As she started the car, Leng Qing Qiu spoke to Lu Zhiyin. Beside her, Lu Zhiyin, who had just felt a sense of relief, became uneasy again after hearing her statement. Usually, dialogues that began with this kind of sentence from game characters often turned out very badly afterward. Whether it was sudden violence or something else, it was definitely not good for Lu Zhiyin.
If possible, Lu Zhiyin didn’t want to hear Leng Qing Qiu say these things, but unfortunately, there were no ifs. On the car, Lu Zhiyin couldn’t even escape; she couldn’t go anywhere. All she could do was slowly resume her sitting position. Curled up in the seat, Lu Zhiyin buried her head in her arms, trying to create a sliver of security for herself. “When I was young, my parents died in a car accident. They left me a house and a large sum of money that was enough for me to live for decades.”
“Usually, children who lose their parents at a young age feel inferior and fall into a long period of sadness, but I was different.” “Although I was also sad, the first thing I did after inheriting my parents’ estate was to hire someone to kill the driver who caused the car accident, and I offered the driver’s hand under my parents’ memorial photo. I think you’ve seen that scene, haven’t you?”
Glancing at Lu Zhiyin, who had curled up again from the corner of her eye, Leng Qing Qiu used her past to tell her story. “The driver who caused the car accident was scum. Gambling, drugs, prostitution, he did everything. I hated that person, and at the same time, I began to hate all criminals. I started looking for other criminals. As I grew older, from hiring someone to kill when I was young to doing it myself later, I became more and more obsessive and more and more perverted in this process.”
“Mere killing couldn’t satisfy me anymore. I started trying to torture and kill those scum. Listening to their screams and wails of pain or fear would briefly revitalize my numb heart.” By dissecting herself bit by bit, as Leng Qing Qiu presented her whole self to Lu Zhiyin, Lu Zhiyin was destined to be unable to escape. Leng Qing Qiu knew this, and Lu Zhiyin also knew this.
“So… are you going to kill me? But I clearly haven’t done anything wrong…” Interrupting Leng Qing Qiu’s narration, Lu Zhiyin’s voice was somewhat distressed. She had stopped crying, so her voice no longer trembled. “No, I won’t kill you. I just… seem to like the look of pain on your face when you’re in pain and fear. Your expression, your voice, they attract me.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but what’s certain is that I want to abuse you, and I want to see you cry in despair.” As her words fell, the emotion of guilt in Leng Qing Qiu’s heart grew even stronger. She shouldn’t have said these things to Lu Zhiyin. “…” Next to Leng Qing Qiu, the curled-up Lu Zhiyin slowly looked up. She didn’t know how to respond to Leng Qing Qiu; she just found it… absurd and unbelievable.
When she was raising Leng Qing Qiu’s affection in the game, there were no such twisted dialogues. “Sorry.” Leng Qing Qiu apologized again, but what she said next chilled Lu Zhiyin to the bone. “I want you to be my toy. I won’t cause you fatal injuries, nor will I cripple you. I just want to see you in pain and crying. At the same time, I will give you money so you don’t have to worry about living.”
She uttered a request that was almost unacceptable on her own, and Leng Qing Qiu stopped the car. They had arrived home. She looked back, and what greeted her eyes were Lu Zhiyin’s red eyes, her eye sockets slightly red. She must have cried a lot tonight. “Can I refuse?” Lu Zhiyin’s tone was one of despair. She looked at Leng Qing Qiu and suddenly felt like crying again. She really didn’t want to cry like a little girl, but she couldn’t stop herself. “…”
Saying nothing, Leng Qing Qiu simply opened the car door and got out. Her answer was self-evident: no. Lu Zhiyin felt dizzy, as if the sky was falling.
