"Dust and Fragrance, Night Entanglement" - Chapter 40: Yao Xin's Hesitation, Meng Zhao's Anguish

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"What? You're happy? Does our Yao family's business setback make you so happy?" Yao Hui questioned.
All he got in return was a glare from Yao Xin. Yao Hui suddenly went berserk. He grabbed Yao Xin by the neck and yelled, "Say something! Isn't that right? Isn't that right?"
Seeing Yao Xin's labored breathing, Yao Hui suddenly realized that he had drugged her and she couldn't speak. He immediately let go of her and said apologetically, "Xin'er, I'm sorry? Does it hurt? I didn't mean to, I forgot you can't speak. Let me rub it for you, okay?" Yao Xin ignored Yao Hui's apology and turned her head to the other side.
Enraged by Yao Xin's coldness, Yao Hui smashed the water glass beside him. Just then, there was a knock on the study door. "Hui, it's me, Meng Zhao."
Yao Hui then remembered that he had invited Meng Zhao to his house. He opened the door, grabbed Meng Zhao and dragged him into the study, then into the bedroom. Meng Zhao was dressed in androgynous clothes, her hair had grown a bit longer, and her once handsome face now had a feminine and seductive expression. Her thin, boneless appearance aroused a sadistic urge in one.
At this moment, Yao Hui was on the verge of going berserk, and Meng Zhao's arrival was like walking into a trap. Yao Hui pinned Meng Zhao to the ground, ripped off his clothes, and mercilessly began to gnaw at Meng Zhao's sexy collarbone.
"Hui, can you slow down a bit? You're hurting me! Ahh..." Meng Zhao's body was very sensitive. Even though Yao Hui was anything but gentle, he still thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure mixed with the pain.
But Yao Hui didn't care about Meng Zhao's feelings and continued to vent his anger unilaterally. His rough actions reminded Yao Xin of those bad memories again, and her body involuntarily shuddered.
Meng Zhao's naked body was quickly exposed to the air. The medicine Ji Lingyan had given Meng Zhao had a significant effect; her originally tanned skin had become even whiter, and hair loss had begun. Now, Meng Zhao's skin was as smooth as a woman's. Yao Hui parted Meng Zhao's legs and, without any lubrication, thrust himself into her warm, moist passage, letting out a long, comfortable sigh. Meng Zhao, in the instant Yao Hui entered, released himself passionately.
Ignoring Meng Zhao's distraction and discomfort, Yao Hui began to move vigorously, but the name he called out was completely unexpected to Yao Xin: "Xin'er, Xin'er, ah ah...so comfortable...are you comfortable? Xin'er, Xin'er, I love you..."
Meng Zhao, beneath him, wept upon hearing these words, yet continued to moan loudly, responding to Yao Hui: "Ah... um... so good... ah... Hui... harder... ah..."
After nearly an hour of vigorous thrusting, Yao Hui finally released his pent-up desire for the first time. But he had no intention of stopping. Ignoring Meng Zhao's intermittent pleas for mercy, he began his second, fierce assault. It wasn't until the third time that Yao Hui collapsed onto Meng Zhao, exhausted. Ignoring her intense discomfort and the discharge from his rear, Meng Zhao helped Yao Hui back to Yao Xin's former room.
Witnessing all of this, Yao Xin was in turmoil. She wondered if she had made a mistake in her feelings for Yao Hui. Although she repeatedly told herself to ignore him, deep down she was worried about his somewhat erratic mental state. Hatred was unforgettable, yet love had also taken root deep within her. Should she hate? Or love? Yes, hate! A deep-seated hatred. She couldn't forget the humiliation she had suffered those years, she couldn't forget Yao Hui's contemptuous gaze. What had all her efforts been for? She hadn't forgotten, and dared not forget—it was hatred! It was hatred! It gave her the will to live. She hadn't chosen her birth, so why should she bear all the sins?! She was unwilling! Why couldn't she be like an ordinary girl, growing up happily and falling in love? Why had he left her only with fear and endless hatred?! Love was too heavy for her; faced with her emotions, she chose to escape rather than confront them.
She closed her eyes. Everything was so chaotic, so chaotic. She felt as if she were wandering in a vast, white expanse, lost and disoriented.
It seemed like a long time had passed when Yao Xin suddenly heard Meng Zhao tentatively ask, "Are you asleep, Yao Xin?" Seeing that Yao Xin had opened her eyes, Meng Zhao continued, "May I talk to you?"
Meng Zhao was wearing white pajamas, and the wound on the corner of her mouth where Yao Hui had bitten her was still bleeding. The red marks on her neck were very conspicuous.
Seeing Yao Xin nod, Meng Zhao smiled sadly, reached for a thin blanket to cover Yao Xin, and said, "I know you can't speak right now, just listen to me. My encounter with Yao Hui was six years ago, at a banquet. When I saw him standing alone on the spacious balcony with a glass of red wine, gazing into the distance, I was captivated by his melancholic yet aloof eyes. I watched him from the side for a long time, and he only whispered one sentence, 'Xin'er, where are you?' I guessed then that this man already had someone in his heart, but I still couldn't suppress my love for him. When I learned he was the president of the Yao Group, I persuaded my father to cooperate with the Yao Group, my purpose being to get close to him. He quickly discovered my intentions, and I thought he would drive me away, but he didn't. Not only did he not drive me away, he also fulfilled my wish, making me his woman." Even if I were just a bed partner, I would be content. But as time went by, I spent more and more time by his side, yet his heart still belonged to someone else. When I learned the reason behind this, I suddenly became self-destructive. I left him and began to become a playboy. I slept with countless women, but apart from physical relaxation, I felt no joy. Although Yao Hui always kept his distance from me, I still loved him unconditionally. For him, I even betrayed my own sister and my own father. Haha… Perhaps Ji Lingyan's drug gave me a turning point. Yao Hui started frequently wanting me, even letting me stay overnight. I thought I had turned misfortune into blessing and found happiness. But because of your appearance, everything changed again. He no longer wanted me, even hiring others to sleep with me, humiliating me, letting my father see me being raped… Haha… But even so, I still don't hate him.”
Meng Zhao's somewhat dazed mind suddenly shifted. "But I hate you! You took everything from me! You took everything from him. He only has eyes for you! Only for you! After being a substitute for six years, I can't bear this pain anymore. As a man, I was willing to submit to another. I gave up my pride, my family, everything, but I still can't get a single glance from him!! Why? Why? I gave so much, but received nothing in return?!"
Meng Zhao's eyes were unusually crazed, a look that reminded Yao Xin of Yao Hui eight years ago—the same terrifying gaze, the same twisted mind. Yet, from Meng Zhao's words, she also learned the depth of Yao Hui's love for her! This left Yao Xin even more bewildered and helpless. Was her hatred truly justified?
Meng Zhao pulled out a pistol from somewhere and pointed it at Yao Xin. "Haha...that's right! Only when you're dead will Yao Hui love me! Only when you're dead will he notice me. Yao Xin! I hate you! I hate you to the bone!" With that, he pulled the trigger.
A gunshot rang out, echoing through the Yao family mansion.

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