Forbidden Blood Love (10)

Six years later, at London Heathrow Airport.

Inside the spacious cabin of a Boeing 787, flight attendants were checking the overhead bins along the aisle, helping passengers arrange their luggage neatly.

I sat with my eyes closed, the announcement in both Chinese and English playing in my ears: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard this flight. This flight will fly from London, England, via Doha, Qatar, to Qingdao, China..."

My thoughts drifted back to six years ago.

That night, I witnessed my sister working at a nightclub, and right before my eyes, she went out with a customer. I was utterly devastated. For several days, I didn't go home but stayed at Zhang Ming's house. His parents were abroad with his sister. A

few days later, Yuan Li told me that my sister had left Qingdao, but she had no idea where she went or when she would return. I told Yuan Li, "You don't need to tell me these things. She has nothing to do with me anymore."

Although I said that, I was in excruciating pain inside. I thought, even if I don't forgive you, you should at least come to me, right? Instead, you just left without a word.

I went to Sister Fei's bar, wanting to settle scores with her. She was the one who caused my sister and me to end up in prostitution.

Sister Fei was drinking with several men and women when she saw me. She acted as if nothing had happened, smiling and saying, "Zhenhao, you're here?"

I grabbed a glass of wine from the table and splashed it in Sister Fei's face. The women present screamed. I was then forced onto a sofa by two men in black with buzz cuts.

This was the third time in all those years that I had been held down and unable to move. The first time was by Zhuang Yuan's henchmen, the second by the bodyguard of the man who took my sister out, and this time by Sister Fei's men. I felt deeply helpless and insignificant.

One of the buzz cut men said viciously, "You're asking for it, daring to be disrespectful to Sister Fei.

Let him go!" Sister Fei said, wiping her face with a tissue.

The two buzz cut men hesitated, looking at Sister Fei. She said sharply, "Do I have to say it a second time?"
Only then was I released. Sister Fei then said to the people around her, "You all move aside, I need to talk to my brother."

"How dare she call me her brother?" I glared at her hatefully. The men and women all left their seats. One of the men with buzz cuts didn't move, saying to Sister Fei, "Sister Fei, this kid..."

Sister Fei glared at him, and the buzz-cut man left. Sister Fei then beckoned to me, "Zhenhao, come sit down."

I went over, staring at her, and said, "Tell me, why is it not enough that you made me a gigolo, you also made my sister a prostitute?"

"Sit down, and I'll tell you." Seeing I didn't move, she tugged at me. "Sit down!"

I sat down, noticing the two buzz-cut men sitting nearby, watching me closely, in case they tried to harm Sister Fei again. Sister Fei lit a cigarette and said, "Want a drink?"

She poured herself a drink. I snatched the bottle from her hand and gulped down the whiskey. After several large gulps, I slammed the bottle on the table, choking badly.

She patted my back and chuckled, "Silly brother, you can't drink this kind of alcohol like that."

"Tell me, why?" I asked, wiping my mouth.

Fei Jie exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled slightly: "The culprit behind all this isn't me, but your fate, or more precisely, your and your sister's fate."

She stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, took a sip of her drink, and stared at me seductively. "Drink first, then I'll take you somewhere and tell you."

That night, I got very drunk and Fei Jie took me to her place. Her house was huge and luxurious, practically extravagant.

On the bed in her bedroom, she stripped me naked, and of course, she was naked too. She lay on her side beside me, one hand supporting her head, the other gently stroking my face, her full breasts pressed against my chest.

She talked to me like that, saying a lot. She said, "This world is cruel, the strong prey on the weak. You and your sister are too weak, so weak that when misfortune strikes, you have no power to resist, you can only be manipulated, your dignity trampled underfoot."

She took turns sucking on my nipples, her hand stroking them. She continued, saying that if a man isn't strong enough, he not only can't protect himself, but he'll also make the woman he loves suffer. A woman either needs a strong man to protect her, or she needs to become strong herself. "

My sister was like that too," she said. "Coming from a remote small town to the big city, I was raped, forced into being a mistress, and then the wife came to my door to humiliate me. To close a deal, I was raped by two men at the same time. Back then, I vowed that I would never let my child suffer the same fate. To do that, I had to become strong myself."

She rambled on, then bent down and took my already erect penis into her mouth. After sucking for a while, she looked up and said, "Zhenhao, do you want to become a strong man? I can help you."

She then took it into her mouth again, sucking hard. After a long while, she got up, straddled me, and began to move up and down, twisting her hips.

I asked her, "Tell me, did someone instruct you to do this?" She groaned and said, "Don't ask. Just remember, I never intended to harm you or your sister. It was all fate."

That night, I made love to Sister Fei again and again, channeling all my anger and resentment into lust, venting it all on her. Amid her screams, I ejaculated repeatedly into her two holes, her face, her breasts…

Sister Fei offered to keep me as a mistress again, saying she would reshape me, transform me completely. I said, "Do you want to turn me into a petty thug?" She laughed, saying she wouldn't let me do anything illegal, but would send me abroad to study, and upon my return, she would fund my business, building an empire that belonged to both of us.

I admit her offer was tempting; she was such a captivating beauty, so rich and powerful—many losers like me would probably dream of such a thing. But I refused her again.

After that night, I returned to my in-laws' house. I felt Sister Fei was right; I needed to become a strong man, a survivor in this dog-eat-dog world. To achieve this quickly, I needed the support of those I could rely on. But compared to being kept by a woman, I preferred returning to my despised in-laws' house.

I was sent to study in England. During my six years in the UK, I spent the first three years completing my postgraduate degree, and the last three years working my way up from the bottom at a well-known multinational company to become a department head.

During those six years, besides studying and working relentlessly, I lived a life of hedonism, desperately trying to numb myself and alleviate the pain in my heart.

I slept with women of all races and frequently participated in underground boxing matches. After countless beatings and near-fatal experiences in these underground gyms, I finally transformed myself into a skilled fighter, able to hold my own even against large black men.

In my sixth year in the UK, my uncle said my grandfather was getting old and hoped I could return to China to work for the Yue family and be by his side. I didn't immediately agree, only telling my uncle I would consider it.

Two weeks ago, I fought another underground boxing match. My opponent was a black man who was 1.85 meters tall and weighed over 90 kilograms. From the very first exchange, I felt the difference in strength between us. So I decided to outsmart him; this was my only chance of victory.

I only defended, constantly dodging and retreating. The spectators who had bet on me started cursing, some even giving me the middle finger.

Beside the ring, an elderly white man with gray hair anxiously pounded on the ring, yelling at me, "Fight back! Fight back! Beat him up!"

He was my manager and coach; he was the one who brought me into underground boxing and trained me into an excellent fighter. These underground boxing matches had almost no rules, except for prohibitions on biting, eye-gouging, and groin kicks, and they didn't have weight classes. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to fight this incredibly strong black boxer in front of me.

I ignored him, continuing my cautious, defensive retreat. My coach, exasperated, raised his right hand and yelled at me: "Damn it, what the hell are you doing?"

The black boxer cornered me again. Suddenly, he stopped, clapping his gloves together forcefully, grinning to reveal a set of teeth that contrasted sharply with his skin tone. "Come on, baby, come on! You damn Chinese sissy."

This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for. Taking advantage of the black boxer's open defense, I landed a heavy punch on his face. Amid gasps from the crowd, the black boxer got up, clearly enraged, cursing: "You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you."

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in balance, I leaped into the air, my raised right knee striking his jaw hard. The black boxer fell to the ground again. I straddled him and unleashed a barrage of punches to his face. In my eyes, his face seemed to transform into those who had bullied me six years ago.

The entire underground boxing gym erupted in cheers. The people who had been cursing me started cheering for me, and the people who had been cheering for the black boxer started cursing him. I heard my coach smugly say to the people next to him, "See? This is a Chinese man who understands Sun Tzu's Art of War."

Stop, stop, do you want to kill him? I only stopped when the referee came over and started pulling and tugging at me.

That night, I brought the ring girl from that boxing match home and slept with her twice. Her breasts were augmented, her butt was large, and her pubic hair was shaved clean. Throughout the entire process, she kept shouting things like "Oh Baby," "Oh My God," and "Fuck."

After the second time, she leaned on my back and said, "Baby, you were great. Can I stay here tonight?" I closed my eyes and said, "You can stay anywhere except here."

She laughed and said, "No, no, baby, you need me."

I only said one word: "Get out!"

She immediately sat up, cursing as she dressed, "Damn it, go to hell, God will punish you."

That night, after the ring girl left, I asked myself, "What have you been doing staying in England all this time? Is this the life you want?"

So, after a six-year absence, I embarked on my journey home. By then, I felt much stronger than before; I was no longer the naive boy who was bullied and repeatedly humiliated.

But what bewildered me was this: who did I, now so powerful, need to protect? And who needed my protection? I felt a sense of bewilderment, like someone drawing their sword and looking around aimlessly.

With a roar, the plane slowly descended over Qingdao Liuting International Airport. Below the cabin lay that familiar land.

Six years ago, I left this place in despair; now, I returned, feeling lost and uncertain.

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