"Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 175, Seven Years

Pregnancy is a very difficult thing. Cheng Xiaoyu often had backaches, couldn't sleep well, and constantly needed to urinate. Her feet were so swollen that she could only wear loose-fitting shoes, and Yan Yu had to massage her every night before bed. After seven months, her belly was as big as an inflated balloon, and she became clumsy, walking with a pigeon-toed gait. She felt uncomfortable all over, and her sleep quality deteriorated significantly. One night, she woke up in the middle of the night because of severe pain in her hip. Pregnant women can only sleep on their side, with the entire weight of the baby pressing on their hips—how could the hips not hurt? Cheng Xiaoyu's discomfort naturally worsened her temper. She tried her best to be virtuous in front of Yan Yu's parents, but at home, she was a completely different person when she saw Yan Yu and her own parents; a single wrong word could trigger tears.
Yan Yu felt sorry for her seeing her like this, and could only try his best to be considerate and comfort her every day, telling her to bear with it for now, and that everything would be fine after the birth. Cheng Xiaoyu then turned her worries to the process of childbirth. The book said that during childbirth, an incision is made in the birth canal and then sewn up. My God, why do women have to suffer so much?
Cheng Xiaoyu said to Yan Yu, "Let's not have any more children after this one is born. It's just too painful."
Yan Yu nodded. "Okay, we'll take this one."
Although Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu sleep in the same bed every night, they don't actually have sex. The doctor said that after four months they could have gentler sex, but Yan Yu had trouble defining what "gentle" meant. He was too virile, and Cheng Xiaoyu was too delicate; what might be considered playful in normal times could become dangerous with a baby in her womb. Yan Yu considered this several times, but ultimately decided to be patient. He couldn't help it; a few times when Cheng Xiaoyu helped him with his hands, he tried to persuade her to penetrate, but she absolutely refused, saying she was afraid of hurting the baby. Yan Yu had no choice but to give up and wait until the little one was born.
The Yan and Cheng families spent the Chinese New Year together at the Yan family's old house. During the meal, Mr. Yan raised his glass and said, "In the new year, I hope Xiaoyu will give birth to a healthy baby safely. Cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses to wish Cheng Xiaoyu well, and at that moment Cheng Xiaoyu truly felt happy.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Yan Yan and his wife, along with Li Yuqing and Qi Xu, returned to the Yan family home, making things even more lively. Yan's mother enjoys playing mahjong, and now she, Zhou Dongmei, Yan Yan, and Yan Yu have formed a table, playing from afternoon until evening. Qi Lang, not interested in mahjong, plays chess with Yan's father and Cheng Jianping or discusses current events on the news. Li Yuqing gently touched Cheng Xiaoyu's belly and asked, "Aunt Xiaoyu, will the little baby inside call me 'sister' in the future?"
Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, "Yes."
Li Yuqing said happily, "That's great, no one has ever called me 'sister' before."
Around 4 p.m., Cheng Xiaoyu put on her down jacket and went to Aunt Yan's place, saying, "Auntie, I'm going for a walk." The doctor told her that she needed to get some exercise every day for a smoother delivery, so as long as the weather wasn't bad, Cheng Xiaoyu would go for a walk for an hour every day.
While looking at the cards, Mrs. Yan said, "Okay, you can go ahead."
Yan Yu was about to get up when he heard this, "Then let's take a break first. We've been playing all afternoon. I'll accompany Xiaoyu back and we can continue playing."
Cheng Xiaoyu quickly pressed down on Yan Yu's shoulder, "You guys are having a great time. If you leave, we'll be short one player. You guys keep playing, I'll be right back."
Yan Yu could only pat Cheng Xiaoyu's hand on his shoulder and say, "Then walk slowly and don't step on the snow."
Cheng Xiaoyu laughed and said, "You're almost like an old woman, saying the same few things every day. Auntie, Mom, Sister Yan Yan, I'm leaving."
It had snowed a few days ago, and although the roads were dry, there were still scattered snowflakes on the grass beside them. The air was clean and smelled wonderful. Cheng Xiaoyu walked slowly along the road with her MP3 player in her ears. The Yan family's area was an upscale residential area with lush greenery and few cars. Sometimes she would walk for ten minutes or more before encountering one or two people. It was quite a pleasant place to take a stroll. Mayday was playing "Time Machine" on her MP3 player. In the past, she would feel a little melancholic when she heard this song, but now she felt a faint sense of warmth.
Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the corner, its face contorted in a menacing grin, brandishing a gleaming knife. It lunged at her, panting, and shouted, "Cheng Xiaoyu!"
The person's voice was somewhat muffled and carried a regional accent. At first, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't understand that they were calling her. Her face paled, and she pulled the earphones out of her ears, taking a step back in fright. "What are you doing!"
The man's hair was half-gray and disheveled, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying. His coat was tattered and dirty, making him look no better than a beggar. Cheng Xiaoyu clutched her stomach and took a half-step back, her eyes wide with horror. "What are you doing?"
The man's facial muscles twitched a few times. "You don't recognize me? Huh?"
At first, Cheng Xiaoyu thought it was a robbery, but the way he talked made it seem like he knew her. How could Cheng Xiaoyu know such a person? Her mind raced. Could this man be someone in Beiming City? But even a gangster wouldn't be this dirty.
Forced back step by step by the gleaming silver fruit knife held to her neck, Cheng Xiaoyu retreated until she reached the wall. She desperately hoped someone would pass by, but there wasn't a soul in sight! The man gritted his teeth and said, "You bitch, you've ruined me like this, and you're living the good life!"
Cheng Xiaoyu stared at the man's dirty face for a long time before a blurry image of him surfaced from the depths of her memory. "It's you?... Wasn't it ten years ago?"
The man chuckled a few times, his voice whistling through his throat. "You remembered me? You shameless woman, you shameless woman!"
Cheng Xiaoyu screamed and shoved the man away, struggling to move her heavy body as she cried for help and ran forward. The man caught up from behind and tackled Cheng Xiaoyu to the ground. Cheng Xiaoyu felt a sharp, jerking pain in her stomach as he pressed down on her. She cried out for her child and dared not struggle any further. The man cursed her as a "dead woman" and a "slut" while haphazardly binding her with a long hemp rope. While struggling, Cheng Xiaoyu secretly slipped her left hand into her down jacket pocket, reaching for her phone. She frantically pressed the number one button, trying to call Yan Yu, but in her panic, she forgot that her phone was in standby mode, and pressing anything was useless. Seeing that she was almost unable to move, Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly stretched out her arm and forcefully stuffed the phone into the sleeve of her down jacket.
The man tied Cheng Xiaoyu up, dragged her by the hair a few steps on the ground, then put her into a van, got into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and drove away.
Sun Defu came to Rongcheng from his hometown at the age of twenty and has never left since. He has done all sorts of jobs, from community security guard to factory worker to vegetable vendor. One day, a fair-skinned city girl moved into the room opposite his rented room. Although the girl always looked arrogant and indifferent, Sun Defu was still very happy to have such a beautiful woman living next door to him.
On the day of the incident, Sun Defu was furious because he had learned that his girlfriend, Li Juanjuan, had cheated on him. He drank heavily with his friends. That evening, he returned to his rented apartment in a daze. Li Juanjuan still hadn't come home. A few slivers of light shone through the crack in the door to the city girl's room. Suddenly, some thoughts crossed Sun Defu's mind that he would never dare to have when he was sober.
Who knew that because of this moment of confusion, he would be sentenced to ten years in prison. When he was sent to prison with his head shaved, Sun Defu didn't understand why this was happening. He hadn't actually done anything to that woman, yet he was accused of murder. She was perfectly fine, so why was he accused of murder? Ten years! He was going to serve ten years in prison!
Sun Defu was the type of person who would soften when confronted with a strong hand and hard when confronted with a soft hand. In prison, he was very obedient, doing whatever the instructors told him to do and never joining in with the rebellious troublemakers. His behavior during his sentence was consistently good. The prison had a sentence reduction policy, and after reviewing his case, it was fair to say that a ten-year sentence for attempted rape was indeed too harsh. Therefore, the prison leadership approved his sentence reduction and released Sun Defu in the winter.
Sun Defu was naturally overjoyed to be released early, but once he stepped out of the prison gates, he discovered that many things had changed in the past seven years. His mother, knowing he had been convicted of raping a girl from the city, had fallen ill from grief and died a few years ago. His father now lived with his brother and completely ignored him. Sun Defu had no choice but to continue looking for work in Rongcheng, but with no skills, a wrinkled face in his early forties, and a seven-year prison sentence, what company would hire him? After two months in Rongcheng, Sun Defu had become practically worse off than a beggar. Why should he be a beggar? He didn't have a child with him, and he wasn't disabled. Sun Defu truly had no way out. He was a man with evil intentions to begin with, and at this crossroads in his life, the evil in his heart finally erupted like poison. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered; if Sun Defu was going to die, he would take one of his own with him.
Sun Defu didn't have the money to hire a private investigator, nor did he know where to find Cheng Xiaoyu. He only knew that Cheng Xiaoyu's man was named Yan Yu, and that Yan Yu was now the president of Jiacheng Group. Sun Defu waited for Yan Yu outside Jiacheng Group. When Yan Yu came out, he followed him from a distance. He saw Yan Yu enter a residential area and tried to follow him in, but was stopped by the security guard. Unable to enter, Sun Defu waited outside the residential area until evening, when he finally saw Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu walk out hand in hand. That bitch! She was heavily pregnant, but her face was still fair and tender. Seven years had passed, and she hadn't changed much at all. Unlike him, who had suffered so much hardship and torment!
Sun Defu suppressed the urge to pounce. He couldn't just rush in like that; he needed to plan. He was determined to kill this woman. Sun Defu spent over a week stealing an inconspicuous van, spending most of his time in that vehicle. During the Spring Festival, Yan Yu took Cheng Xiaoyu to the Yan family's old residence. Sun Defu spent several days exploring the area. He discovered a 200-meter-long side road with very few people; only three or four families living in large villas needed to use it when driving. He arranged everything, crouching there every day with a knife, waiting for Cheng Xiaoyu to pass by.
Cheng Xiaoyu's daily walks were haphazardly planned; sometimes she'd pass by this place, sometimes she wouldn't. Once, she finally made it this way, only to have Yan Yu accompany her. Finally, finally, the day had arrived. Cheng Xiaoyu strolled slowly along this path alone. Sun Defu took a deep breath. Yes, today was the day. Today he would personally kill this vile woman who had ruined his life!

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