She married the man who raped her.

Her beauty and mystery captivated me. I
met Lianzi last October when she came to the company for a job interview. The night before, the company boss told me, "Xiao Pan, a woman will be starting work tomorrow as a quality inspector in the quality control department. She's new, so please mentor her and help her get acquainted with her." The next day, as soon as I stepped into the office, I saw a woman standing by the window, quietly flipping through a newspaper. Seeing me, she turned and greeted me warmly.
Quiet and poised—that was my first impression of Lianzi. I can say that I was immediately drawn to her. A few days later, it was my birthday, and I invited her to my birthday party. Soon, she became a part of my life. We talked more and more, chatting, taking walks, and often eating together.
After we became more familiar, she told me that she had been married and had a four-year-old son, and that she had left Anhui for Ningbo without her husband's knowledge. But when I asked her why, she avoided the question.
Perhaps it was her mystery and beauty that touched my heart; I suddenly felt I had regained my confidence in finding love.
She married the man who raped her.
One day after dinner, we were walking and chatting. She saw a family of three among the pedestrians, the child being led by his parents, lively and adorable. She suddenly thought of her son far away in Anhui, and her mood plummeted.
Sobbing, she poured out her long-held secrets to me: she and her husband had no feelings for each other; she had been raped by him and only married him out of social pressure and to save face.
The mystery was finally solved that night:
Five years ago, Lianzi was only 18. Because of her naturally strong sense of independence, she left her hometown of Anhui that year and went to Shanghai alone to learn how to do business. She borrowed 50,000 yuan from the bank and opened a lingerie shop in Shanghai.
At that time, there was a man six years older than her living next door to Lianzi's lingerie shop who would come to chat with her every day. He was also from Anhui. Originally, it wasn't strange that the young and beautiful Lianzi attracted this man, but sometimes this man would make silly jokes and do inappropriate things to Lianzi, which greatly offended her. Because they were neighbors and ran businesses together, Lianzi maintained a friendly relationship with him.
However, at a friend's gathering, the man got drunk and, unable to control his lust, raped Lianzi that night.
The next day, Lianzi, in tears, closed her lingerie shop and left Shanghai for Anhui.
Back home, Lianzi dared not tell anyone except her family. A few days later, the man returned to Anhui to find Lianzi. After discussions between the two families, they decided to marry Lianzi to this man, so as not to lose face or face public pressure. Thus, the deed was done, and Lianzi married him without love.
Without normal love, there is no normal married life. Although Lianzi and her husband were newlyweds, they slept in separate bunk beds and often argued and even fought over trivial matters.
In this marriage, Lianzi even became pregnant with his child.
Unable to endure such a dull and monotonous life, Lianzi eventually escaped and went to Ningbo to find a life of her own.
That night, I held Lianzi's hand for the first time. I couldn't describe the feelings in my heart—love, sympathy, pity… all sorts of emotions intertwined, crashing against my complex soul. It was only after
her husband found us late at night
that Lianzi, under my care, developed a dependence and affection for me.
After dating for a while, we moved in together. At the same time, I rented a separate apartment for her younger brother next door to ours. Lianzi was the girl I loved, and I was willing to do anything for her. Knowing she had just started working in Ningbo and would have financial difficulties, I gave her pocket money every now and then. When I learned that her feet weren't suitable for standing for long periods and ached every day, I insisted on massaging her for two hours every night until she felt comfortable.
I recall these things simply to prove how much I cared for Lianzi.
However, one night, our happy life was suddenly interrupted by an uninvited guest—Lianzi's husband—it was only then that I learned Lianzi hadn't divorced him.
That night, Lianzi and I were about to fall asleep when a sudden, urgent knocking on the door startled us awake. When I groggily got up and opened the door, a strange man suddenly rushed in, followed by several locals from Ningbo. "Come back with me!" the man shouted, grabbing a kitchen knife from the table.
It turned out that Lianzi had contacted him online, and he had traced her IP address to Ningbo, then used a friend there to find our address.
"Wait for me!" Lianzi said before leaving with him. Eight days later, Lianzi returned, saying, "My husband won't agree to a divorce; he won't sign the papers. I'll think of something else."
She then asked me for 200,000 yuan
. In March of this year, Lianzi returned to Ningbo after a trip back to her hometown, telling me she was divorced. I thought our happy life had begun, but after returning, Lianzi didn't work regularly, only working intermittently. It seemed her heart wasn't with me anymore.
Later, she went to Shanghai on her day off, and upon returning, told me she was going to start a business there again, demanding 200,000 yuan from me. Her brother used Lianzi's ID to take out a 150,000 yuan loan from the bank to do business in Shanghai, but then disappeared, leaving Lianzi to shoulder the debt.
I truly love Lianzi and would give anything for her, but raising so much money is really not an easy task for me. I also have high expenses and haven't saved much money. I originally wanted to go back to my hometown, Qingdao, Shandong, to ask my family for help, but seeing my mother lying in the hospital bed about to undergo her fifth surgery, I hesitated, my heart filled with bitterness.
When I went to Lianzi empty-handed to explain, she became furious, saying, "You've never done anything for me; you only love yourself. I despise you! I will never marry a penniless man in this life!"
Lianzi's words were like a boulder hitting me; my heart ached like never before.
The next day, she went to Shanghai. On the phone, she said, "I've found my own life. Now my brother and I run an internet cafe in Shanghai. I like a free and unrestrained life. And I've found a 24-year-old man who is richer than you."

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