【Micro-Rose】(06) Author: Cherish What You Have

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Author: Dezhizhenxi (meaning "Cherish What You Get")
Word Count: 7243

Chapter Six: Crying

Blood The sky was clear and cloudless, another beautiful day. Around nine or ten o'clock, the sun lazily
hung in the sky. The city was already bustling, and a ray of sunlight sneaked in through the glass and half-open curtains
. That golden light warmly shone into the room, bathing the entire room in gold.

Lying on the large bed, Yang Ping vaguely heard the sound of trickling water, gradually waking up and groggily
looking around. She realized she didn't know how long she had slept; it was already broad daylight. The morning
sunlight streamed into the room through the half-open curtains, brightening it. She was alone on the bed, the surrounding area
a mess, seemingly still radiating the lingering warmth of their recent passionate encounter, the air still carrying
a faint, pungent smell of intercourse. Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, she could vaguely see someone inside,
and the occasional sound of running water indicated that someone was taking a shower.

A moment later, Yi Ying, completely naked, emerged from the bathroom, drying her wet hair. A pair of
unusually large breasts, befitting her age, trembled slightly on her chest. Her slender waist and full hips, paired with her long, fair thighs and
the mysterious dark pubic hair between them, made her appear alluring and graceful.

"You're awake?!" Yi Ying greeted Yang Ping, who was already sitting up in bed, with a light laugh
.

"Yeah, just woke up..." Yang Ping replied softly, shrinking slightly from her still naked body curled up under the covers, feeling
somewhat awkward. However, the fact that Yi Ying had "taken her place" in enduring Qi Jianbo's anal sex the previous night had
greatly improved Yang Ping's impression of her.

"You're such a sound sleeper. He was tossing and turning on me all morning and

you didn't even wake up." Yi Ying chuckled, plopped down on the bed with a graceful air, and gently tossed her freshly
washed hair.

Yang Ping felt a little shy and lowered her head in silence. She shifted her still slightly sore body and asked softly,
"When did he leave? I didn't even know."

"He left a little while ago, went out to run some errands! Hmm, I heard you're Sister Ling's daughter? Are you looking for her?"
Yi Ying suddenly mentioned Yang Ping's mother, Yang Yuling.

"Yes! You know my mom? Have you seen her? Where is she?" When Yang Ping heard Yi Ying mention her mother,
Yang Yuling, her eyes widened instantly. She gripped the blanket tightly, bombarding Yi Ying with questions, her face full of
anticipation .

"Yes, I know your mother, but not very well. I have seen her before; we bumped into each other on the street one day and chatted
for a bit. I didn't think much of it. Later, when Sister Mei called me to chat, she casually asked me about her, and I told her.
At that time, I didn't know you were looking for her! It wasn't until you came over that Boss Qi told me all this. I
really don't know what's going on!" Seeing Yang Ping's nervousness, Yi Ying said helplessly.

"Oh, so the friend Sister Mei mentioned who saw my mother is you! Where did you see her? I need to
find her. Can you take me to my mother? Please! Take me there quickly!" Hearing news about her mother,
Yang Yuling , made Yang Ping impatient, and she asked incoherently.
She frantically started looking for clothes, wanting to get dressed and go out to find her mother, Yang Yuling, as soon as possible.

"Hey! Hey! What's the rush? Where are we going to look now? We can't just wait on the street, can we?! I don't even
know where she lives now! It's been so long. We might not even be in the city anymore!"
Seeing Yang Ping frantically getting dressed and rushing out the door, Yi Ying couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated, quickly speaking
up to stop her.

Hearing this, Yang Ping immediately stopped her frantic fuss, momentarily at a loss for what to do, staring blankly into
a daze.

"What do I do now?! What do I do?!...I have to find her!
I don't even know how she is now! How am I supposed to find her?!" This news, which had just rekindled Yang Ping's hope, now
cruelly plunged her back into despair. Remembering all the grievances, humiliations, and
hardships she had suffered since her mother's disappearance, Yang Ping was overwhelmed with grief, tears instantly streaming down her face. She asked in a hoarse, tearful voice, but it was unclear whether
she was asking herself or Yi Ying.

Seeing this, Yi Ying felt a pang of pity. But she didn't have a better solution at the moment! She quickly went
over gently patted Yang Ping's shoulder, comforting her,

"Okay, okay, don't cry! How about this, I'll ask around among my friends to see if anyone has seen your
mother. If so, I'll let you know immediately. Give me your phone number so we can contact each other, okay?"

"Okay, sure, call me if you hear anything." Yang Ping
calmed , quickly took the phone, and exchanged phone numbers with Yi Ying.

Seeing that Yang Ping was somewhat better, Yi Ying quickly changed the subject: "Are you hungry?! I haven't eaten either, let
's eat something first! You go take a shower, I'll call for food! Go on, sweetie!"

Yi Ying coaxed and urged Yang Ping to go to the bathroom to shower. Looking at Yang Ping's delicate and frail figure, and thinking about
how she had experienced such a young age, including matters of the heart and the pain of separation from loved ones—pain that was difficult for her peers to bear—and recalling
her own past, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow. She gently shook her head and sighed, unwilling to think about
these things anymore. She quickly picked up the telephone on the bedside table and skillfully dialed for food delivery.

When Yang Ping came out after showering, she was surprised to find Yi Ying already dressed in her underwear, wearing the hotel's
bathrobe , sitting at the round table next to the bed, smiling at her. The round table was full of food, and even
a few bottles of beer. Seeing Yang Ping come out, Yi Ying quickly called her over: "Come, come, come and eat something!
We've been waiting for you!"

"Okay, sure, you're done so quickly?!" Yang Ping, who had calmed down, replied, also changing into
her underwear and bathrobe, and came to the round table to sit opposite Yi Ying.

"Hehe!" Yi Ying chuckled smugly. "When you're out in the world, you have to learn to take care of yourself!
You have to treat yourself well! Come on, try the food at this hotel, it's pretty good! No need to save money for that bastard, he
has plenty of money!"

With that, Yi Ying readily opened two bottles of beer, handing one to Yang Ping,
and then boldly tossed back a large gulp. "Ah! So refreshing!" After taking a big gulp, Yi Ying patted her chest, letting
out a satisfied moan. She gestured for Yang Ping to drink as well, and after watching Yang Ping obediently take a sip, she gave a slight...
Laughing, the two began chatting while eating and drinking.

"You came with Sister Mei, right? I haven't seen her."

"Sister Mei got a call from him and went out. She hasn't come back yet!"

"Damn! That bastard must have taken her out to play with someone else! Using women to bribe people, that bastard has
done it more than once!" Yi Ying spat dismissively.

"I heard you're also from xxx High School? What year are you?" Yi Ying asked casually.

"I'm a sophomore in high school. You're from that school too, right?" Yi Ying's straightforwardness made Yang Ping gradually enjoy
chatting with her.

"Of course! Screw that lousy school, I've had enough! It's all scum!" Yi Ying said angrily
with a look of disdain.

Seeing Yi Ying's agitated state, Yang Ping was slightly surprised: "What? Did someone bully you there?!
Who is your teacher?"

"Damn it! I get angry just thinking about it. No one dares to bully me, except for that bastard Qiao Zhigang...
a teacher, huh? He pretends to be a respectable person, but he's just an animal!" Yi Ying seemed to have been reminded of a painful memory and
started cursing.

Hearing Yi Ying hurl such insults at Qiao Zhigang, Yang Ping trembled, her expression changing drastically.
She asked incredulously, "He...Teacher Qiao, what happened to her?"

Yi Ying hesitated slightly, seemingly oblivious to Yang Ping's distress. She took another sip of
beer , and said hatefully, "Girl, you know him too? Don't laugh at me, but he was our homeroom teacher when I was in school. He
seemed like a decent person, but who knew he was a beast. When I first started high school, he...he
fucking raped me!"

These words struck Yang Ping like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned and unable to believe that the gentle,
considerate was the same person Yi Ying was describing. Seeing Yang Ping's stunned and dumbfounded expression,
Yi Ying assumed Yang Ping was shocked by her experience. She gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh and continued her recollection
:

"I was young then! I didn't know anything. He said he wanted me to have tutoring, so I went. After class, he made me stay behind to clean
. After all the other students left, he practically dragged me into his small room, pushed me onto the bed, stripped
me naked, and raped me. I was still a virgin back then! Damn!"

Yi Ying's description left Yang Ping speechless. This scene was all too familiar to Yang Ping;
she had experienced something similar herself. Yang Ping felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart, but she couldn't express it.

Seeing Yang Ping's expression, Yi Ying teased, "What are you staring at? Did he sleep with you too?"

"No...no! What nonsense are you talking about?! I...I just didn't expect him to be that kind of person...
What did you do afterward?" Yang Ping hurriedly and guiltily tried to explain, her face flushed red,
unable to articulate her grievances.

After teasing Yang Ping, Yi Ying seemed a little happier, took another swig of wine, and continued:

"And then? What could I do then?! My family is from the countryside, so I had to live at school. I was young then, and no
one could help me. Besides, who could I tell?! I could only cry secretly afterwards... After that, he would take me to his little house and do it to me
whenever the chance, and he would even give me pills, saying it was for contraception. Damn it,
he only cared about his own pleasure, and he did it to me for over a year until my second year of high school! Later, I found out that the bastard had done it
not only to me, but also to several other girls who were decent-looking. Later, I didn't want to go to school anymore, and I
met some hooligans and hung out with them. We were really wild. Qi Jianbo, whom I met back then, gave me a lot of money, and I slept
with him a few times. Until I met this guy, after he slept with me,
he made me come to this city. He wanted to keep me, and I really didn't want to stay in the town anymore, so I came to live in this city with him!"

After saying this, Yi Ying seemed to find those past events unbearable to recall, and she tilted her head back and drank a large gulp of wine. Yang Ping's
heart was breaking , as if a lump of mud was stuck there, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet, she dared not let Yi Ying see anything amiss, and
instead, she tilted her head back and drank heavily. Being deceived, humiliated, saddened, and tinged with sorrow, made Yang Ping's nose sting. She
couldn't even taste the alcohol; only the bitter tears silently slid down her cheeks… "Stop
talking about me! Tell me what's going on with your mother? And how did you end up with Boss Qi?" Yi
Ying , flushed and somewhat drunk, loudly questioned Yang Ping after finishing her drink in a venting manner.
Yang Ping, her thoughts in turmoil, was also deeply distressed by the bitterness in her heart. As if infected by Yi Ying's forthrightness, Yang Ping also mustered her courage and
began to pour out her heart about her experiences...

She didn't know how much time had passed, nor how much they had drunk amidst their crying, laughing, and arguing. Later, Yang Ping only remembered
Yi Ying helping her to bed, tidying up the table, and counting the money Qi Jianbo had left on the bedside table. Yi
Ying got dressed, gave Yang Ping a few instructions, grabbed her purse, and left. The stimulation of alcohol and
the bitterness in her heart gave Yang Ping an extremely painful headache and a confused mind. After Yi Ying left, she drifted off to sleep...
...

Sometime later, Yang Ping was awakened by the sound of a door lock clicking. Yang Ping opened her eyes
and found that it was already dark, the lights were still on, and the person who closed the door and walked in was none other than Qi Jianbo.
Reeking of alcohol and staggering, Qi Jianbo approached the bed. Looking at
Yang Ping, curled up in bed with her shoulders partially exposed and staring at him in astonishment, he leered,

"Cai Xing'er! Waiting in bed for me to fuck you, huh?! You little slut, getting impatient, aren't you?! Here I
come! Hahaha!"

Before Yang Ping could react, Qi Jianbo
pounced and kissing her, licking and groping her while undressing her.

"No!...No, ah! Don't..." Through her conversation with Yi Ying during the day, Yang Ping felt a growing disgust for
Qi Jianbo , and unable to escape his advances, she struggled weakly for a few moments before
giving up. Her underwear was quickly pulled down by Qi Jianbo. When she felt his naked genitals
pressing against , his hot, hard penis already probing her tender flesh, Yang Ping went limp,
closing her eyes in humiliation and helplessness. Silently preparing herself for Qi Jianbo's manipulation...

Soon, Qi Jianbo inserted his penis into Yang Ping's not-yet-fully-lubricated vagina and began thrusting wildly.
The dryness made Yang Ping involuntarily furrow her brows, enduring Qi Jianbo's thrusts and manipulations, her body trembling.
As Yang Ping thought of her mother, she suppressed the stimulation of being manipulated and asked Qi Jianbo, who
was thrusting ,

"Um, Uncle Qi... did you... did you find out about my mother? Ah!..."

Qi Jianbo, who was already somewhat drunk and enjoying the pleasure of having sex with a woman, was suddenly annoyed by Yang Ping's question.
He impatiently cursed,

"Damn it! How would I know where she's being fucked?! Your mother is a big slut too! She's probably having her way with
someone and doesn't want to come back! Damn it! You better serve me properly now!"

Qi Jianbo's insults aroused Yang Ping's intense resentment. As if she had been greatly stimulated, Yang Ping
screamed and began to struggle and fight, grabbing Qi Jianbo and grabbing his face.

"You!...You bastard, you slept with me and then cursed my mother, you beast! Your mother is the real slut
!"

"Go to hell!" Qi Jianbo instantly felt the burning pain on his face from Yang Ping's scratches, and he was instantly
enraged . He raised his hand and slapped Yang Ping across the face, sending her crashing heavily onto the bed.

"You little slut, you dare scratch me?! Fuck your mother, what's wrong with me playing with you? I'm already tired of your mother!
You didn't believe me? Then take a look, take a look at how your mother, this big slut, gets fucked! Fuck! A pair of cheap cunts!"

Qi Jianbo's face was contorted with malice as he picked up the phone that was lying to the side, fiddled with it for a few moments, and then threw it
in front of . Yang Ping ignored the burning pain on her face and leaned over to pick up the phone to look at it. What appeared before
her eyes were a series of obscene nude photos of women. The women in the photos were naked, posing in various ways, displaying
their breasts and genitals, even engaging in oral and anal sex. The women's expressions were wanton and wanton; their faces revealed
it to be Yang Ping froze
, her mind blank. These photos profoundly shocked her, leaving her speechless and frozen in place.

Seeing Yang Ping's stunned expression, Qi Jianbo grinned maliciously, grabbed his still-erect penis, and thrust it
between Yang Ping's legs. He then gripped her buttocks with both hands and began to forcefully pound into her from behind! Yang Ping didn't react at all to Qi Jianbo's renewed
intrusion, numbly enduring the thrusts, only gripping the sheets tightly with her hands,
her mind already wandering elsewhere... "See? Aren't you slutty enough?! You two are both sluts!
I'll play with you two sometime, have some fun! Hahaha! Hmm, hmm!... Ah!!..." Qi Jianbo
laughed wildly and increased the speed of his thrusts, after a series of sprinting and trembling thrusts, he roared and
ejaculated .

Seeing that Yang Ping was still looking at her phone and didn't react, Qi Jianbo felt
bored After muttering a few contemptuous words, he collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Ignoring the semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowing between her legs, Yang Ping continued
to scrutinize There were photos of herself, her mother, Li Mei, some of
her mother's friends she had met, and even some unfamiliar young girls… Looking at these photos of Qi Jianbo abusing women,
Yang Ping's anger grew stronger. This bastard was a beast, taking pleasure in toying with women.
He had already abused her and her mother, yet he remained so brutal to her, even intending to rape them both.

Yang Ping's anger burned ever brighter. Learning the truth about being deceived and manipulated by Qiao Zhigang during the day had already
left her somewhat broken and in unbearable pain. Now, stimulated by these nude photos of her mother, Yang Ping felt overwhelmed with humiliation and
rage. Her hand clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh. Yang Ping glanced at Qi Jianbo, who lay dead beside her like
a pig , and, unable to bear seeing these obscene photos any longer, she stood up abruptly and
smashed her phone to the ground!

With a loud crack, the phone shattered on the floor. Not satisfied, Yang Ping turned and grabbed the thick,
heavy organic ashtray from the bedside table, swinging it around and smashing the wretched phone in a fit of rage, as if
venting all the hatred and humiliation in her heart.

Hearing the noise, Qi Jianbo groggily woke up. Seeing Yang Ping's frenzied outburst,
he was . When he realized she was smashing his phone, he screamed and frantically tried to stop her. Seeing Qi Jianbo
awake and pulling at her, Yang Ping, almost frantically, swung the ashtray at the culprit, smashing it
against the back of his head with a thud. Suddenly struck by the violent blow, Qi Jianbo's eyes widened in terror
as he stared at the increasingly deranged Yang Ping. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but only managed "cough, ah, cough,
ah" sounds, before collapsing to the floor, clutching the back of his head.

Even in her frenzy, Yang Ping seemed unsatisfied, continuing to smash the ashtray against Qi Jianbo's head,
screaming hoarsely, "You bastard, I'll beat you to death, you bastard! You dared to mess with my mother! You dared to hit me!...
I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death...!" The heavy ashtray struck Qi Jianbo's head again and again, until
he collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before falling still. Blood slowly flowed out, gradually forming
a pool on the ground, a gruesome sight...

The enraged Yang Ping hysterically vented her anger until she was exhausted and could no longer hold the ashtray, at which point she finally stopped
. Gasping for breath, Yang Ping, slightly regaining her senses, saw Qi Jianbo lying motionless on the ground,
his head covered in blood. Then, horrified, she saw the blood on her own hands. "Ah!!!" she screamed, collapsing
to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. She stared at the scene in utter disbelief, unable to believe she had done it.
Terrified, she tried to sob, but no sound came out; she tried to cover her mouth but couldn't lift her arm.

Only after regaining some strength and gradually regaining her senses
did Yang Ping slowly control her cries and realize the trouble she had caused. The sight before her made her too panicked to stay any longer. She
quickly got up, dressed, hurriedly washed her face and the blood from her hands, gathered her belongings, and
rushed out of the hotel.

Lost and confused, Yang Ping came to a quiet, secluded alley and stopped. Exhausted,
she leaned against the wall, panting heavily. The cool night breeze gradually calmed the bewildered Yang Ping, her mind
racing as she tried to figure out what to do next. After much hesitation, Yang Ping tentatively dialed the
number she had left for Yi Ying.

"Hello? Who is it?" Yi Ying's somewhat impatient voice came through the phone. There seemed to be some noise on the other end.

"Sister Ying? Yes, it's me, Yang Ping!" Yang Ping tried hard to stop trembling, but her voice was shaking.
Her hands still couldn't hold the phone steadily.

"Oh! It's you, sis! What's wrong? Feeling bored?" Yi Ying softened
her tone when she heard it was Yang Ping.

"Sis, I...I...I killed someone! Help me! Sis!" Yang Ping couldn't control herself anymore and
started crying in a low voice in fear.

"Wh...what? You killed someone?...Oh my god! Who did you kill?! What happened?!
I haven't been gone long! How could you have killed someone?" Yi Ying was obviously shocked on the other end.

"It was...it was Qi Jianbo. He came back and beat me and cursed at me! I...I killed him..."

"What nonsense! You could kill him? Sis, don't joke about this!" Yi Ying obviously couldn't
believe what Yang Ping was saying.

"It's true, it's true! Sis, what should I do? Please help me, please help me...please!"
Yang Ping cried out in increasing fear.

Yang Ping's sobs and affirmative words made Yi Ying realize the reality and seriousness of the situation.
There was no time questions; Yi Ying herself seemed flustered.

"Damn it! You...you're really ruthless! Sister, sister, listen to me, what are you hesitating for?
Run! Are you planning to pay for that bastard's life?!" Yi Ying cried anxiously.

"I don't know where to go...Where can I run? Tell me, sister, what should I do?!" Yang Ping
pleaded desperately.

"You...um, you do this..." Yi Ying calmed herself and whispered, "
Here's do, you run quickly to Shanghai. I have a good friend there. Tell her I want you to go to her, but
whatever you do, don't tell her why you're going to Shanghai! Understand? Just say you're going to work and make a living, okay?
Huh?"

"Okay, I understand, I'll go find her there, I won't tell!" The distraught Yang Ping hurriedly
agreed .

"Go to the station right now, get on any train going anywhere, get off somewhere else, and buy a ticket
to Shanghai! Understand? Run fast, don't get caught! I'll send you the phone number in Shanghai right now,
contact her when you get there! I'll let her know in a bit! Got it?"

"Okay! Thanks, sis, I'm going right now!" With a clear direction, Yang Ping felt much more at ease.
After hanging up, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and headed straight to the station…

More than an hour later, Yang Ping was sitting on the train heading towards her destination. Gradually calming down, Yang Ping watched
the rapidly disappearing scenery in the night, her heart surging with emotion. She felt as if she had just woken from a nightmare. Recalling
her worries, she knew her future was uncertain. What would happen to her if she were caught?
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. Say goodbye to all of this! Perhaps never again! Yang Ping thought of all the hardships she had endured alone
, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. Two hot tears silently slid down her cheeks…

[To be continued]

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