The Promise of First Love Reappears Author: Golden Years

Prologue. I'm so glad to have you as my brother.
Thirteen years ago,
Zheng Xiaoshan arrived at the detention center in the evening. After going through tedious procedures, he finally got Dong Dazhi out.
The two sat in the car without speaking. Dong Dazhi had no interest in this father he had never met, and Zheng
Xiaoshan, suddenly having a son, wasn't much happier than him.
Dong Dazhi knew from a young age that he was a bastard, and his mother wasn't a good person either. Dong Yan sold herself into prostitution and used drugs, and used drugs and
sold herself into prostitution. Although she always said that her father would come to take her and her son away one day, before that day came, she died from a drug overdose.
He was only ten years old that year, but he understood that he had become an orphan without parents. Growing up in such an environment, Dong Dazhi naturally
couldn't learn to be good. The label of troubled youth was never removed from him. His personality became more and more rebellious, and
his actions became more and more outrageous. Until one day, Dong Dazhi stole his uncle's car to sell for money. He was
stopped by the police as soon as he drove out of the province, and they found the car full of empty liquor cans. His uncle, who had long wanted to throw him out of the house, immediately
told handle the matter as they saw fit and that he wouldn't interfere. Although Dong Dazhi was a minor,
his long criminal record, coupled with irrefutable evidence of theft and drunk driving, led the court to decide on a severe punishment, sentencing him to a year in prison. Despite
his stubbornness, Dong Dazhi knew he was in deep trouble and finally confessed his father's name to the judge. If
he sincerely repented and his father could provide him with a stable and good living environment, the judge would
consider . The police quickly contacted Zheng Xiaoshan, who initially didn't believe he had such a son until the paternity
test results came back, at which point he decided to accept Dong Dazhi.
Zheng Xiaoshan's explanation was simple—Dong Yan was promiscuous and a habitual liar.
When she claimed to be pregnant with his child, he thought she was blackmailing him and hadn't taken it seriously. Dong Dazhi, however, knew that Zheng Xiaoshan only
disowned him because his mother was a prostitute. If he felt even a sliver of heartache, Dong Dazhi
decided to put it aside. Mentioning Zheng Xiaoshan's name to the judge was a last resort, a temporary measure to escape
detention and imprisonment. He had no intention of having anything to do with this man named Zheng Xiaoshan.
From the moment Zheng Xiaoshan got him out of the detention center, he had been planning his escape.
"I'm already married, and my wife is still adjusting to the news about you. This is indeed very sudden for Zhu Xia, and I think
you should understand," Zheng Xiaoshan finally said.
Dong Dazhi didn't reply, but simply put on his headphones, turned the music on his phone up to the maximum, and looked out the window at
the scenery. Whether Zheng Xiaoshan's wife was human or ghost was none of his business. Besides, he knew these arrogant people looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts, and most of them would frown at him and avoid him. Adding her wouldn't kill him.
Seeing Dong Dazhi's negative attitude, Zheng Xiaoshan shut up and stopped trying to talk. After driving for almost two hours,
Zheng Xiaoshan finally parked his car in front of a villa shaded by green trees. The house was perfect. The white painted fence
looked like it was carefully wiped every day, and not a single leaf dared to fall carelessly in the courtyard.
Stepping into the house, Dong Dazhi was extremely shocked. This was exactly the kind of place he had imagined a rich person would live in: a spacious and bright space,
old furniture, a crystal chandelier emitting a brilliant light, and seemingly every corner had a precious vase,
sculpture, or calligraphy painting.
He was completely out of place in such an environment!
"You can make your way in any of the rooms downstairs." "Zheng Xiaoshan led him upstairs as he spoke,
stopping at a room at the end of the corridor. The room was simply furnished with a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. Even so,
it was more spacious and refined than any place Dong Dazhi had ever stayed in. Zheng Xiaoshan led him into the room and said,
"Upstairs are all bedrooms. You can only use your own room. This room has a bathroom and shower, which is very convenient,
so there won't be any problems." Although Zheng Xiaoshan was still polite, his tone became serious, and he
emphasized the word "only.
" Dong Dazhi snorted and said rudely, "Don't worry, your room is very safe. I won't steal
anything ."
Zheng Xiaoshan ignored his sarcasm and continued, "We have a daughter, Deng Bing, a few years younger than you,
so she's like your sister. Her mother dotes on her, so never mess with her under any circumstances."
"Deng Bing?" Dong Dazhi's first thought was of Deng Bing's surname. For a moment, he assumed Deng Bing, like him,
was a product of Zheng Xiaoshan's infidelity, which was why she didn't share his surname. This was completely
different He had known since childhood that his father had abandoned him and his mother, so this so-called father and stepmother
were strangers to him. But today, he heard for the first time that he had a younger sister who might have a similar
experience to him, which stirred a strange feeling within him.
Zheng Xiaoshan thought for a moment and decided to explain: "Deng Bing is Zhu Xia's child with her ex-husband. Her father
was one of my business partners. Unfortunately, he died in a car accident when she was two years old."
Oh, so she has nothing to do with him. Dong Dazhi suddenly felt foolish. How could they be the same? Just look at this house
; his mother and he had nothing, while they lacked nothing.
"You pack your things and get some rest. Tomorrow we'll go to the school to see the principal and talk about your situation." Zheng Xiaoshan
checked his watch and walked towards the door. "I have something to do and need to go out for a while. See you tonight. " Dong
Dazhi watched him hurriedly go downstairs and leave the house, then listened carefully until he was sure Zheng Xiaoshan had driven far away.
Only then did he pick up his travel bag, open the door, and head towards the stairs. Along the way, he had noticed a road
leading to the subway station, which he could reach in about half an hour if he jogged. He needed to find a place to hide first,
keep a low profile for a while, and make further plans after things calmed down. Unexpectedly, just as he stepped down one step, the door suddenly opened
. Dong Dazhi quickly retreated down the stairs and slipped into the shadows of a corner.
A middle-aged woman walked in first. She was slender, with a delicate and beautiful face, a high nose bridge, and tightly pursed lips. Her hair was neatly tied
back, and she wore a well-
tailored and perfectly pressed trousers, the heels of her high heels slightly visible. This woman exuded elegance and competence. At this moment, her
face was tense, revealing no expression. Dong Dazhi guessed that this must be Zheng Xiaoshan's wife, Zhu Xia.
Behind her was a little girl with a ponytail, presumably her daughter, Deng Bing. She wore a white school uniform.
Her skirt swayed with her steps, her large eyes still held a childlike innocence, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her fair
skin accentuated her delicate features. Even though her hair was held tightly back with hair clips, some stray strands still managed to escape
and scatter. Judging from her figure and features, she was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, just starting junior high school.
Zhu Xia put down her purse, looked at Deng Bing's face, and frowned, saying, "You've only been at school for a
week , and look what you've been doing! How could you go and get your teeth pulled without asking me first?"
Deng Bing said cautiously, "I endured it for three days, and it's already inflamed. It really hurts!"
Zhu Xia didn't think it was a big deal at all and scolded, "Wasn't the anti-inflammatory medicine enough? You pulled out all four
wisdom teeth . With your face shape, losing those back teeth will make your cheekbones look even higher, and you'll look awful!"
Deng Bing stopped talking, simply sat down at the dining table, picked up a small bread roll from the basket, and was
slapped away by her mother just as she was about to take a bite. Zhu Xia said curtly, "Still eating! How many times have I told you, you need to act like
a girl . This is the stage where you're prone to gaining weight. Two meals a day are enough, and you can't eat snacks anymore.
You just don't intend to listen!"
Dong Dazhi felt Zhu Xia's anger growing with each word, and then a crisp sound rang out—
she had actually slapped Deng Bing across the face. Dong Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then quietly retreated to
his room, sat down at his desk, put on his earphones, and pretended to listen to music. He didn't
turn on the sound, but stared intently at the clock on the wall. A full half hour passed before Zhu Xia's nagging finally stopped. And
even then, it was thanks to Zheng Xiaoshan who pushed open the door and interrupted her.
Zheng Xiaoshan, having seen the behavior of Zhu Xia and her daughter before, was already used to it. He patted Zhu Xia on the shoulder, trying to smooth things over,
and said, "When did you get back? I've already brought Dong Dazhi back. Have you met him?"
Zhu Xia was a little surprised and couldn't help but look around. Then, she said with disgust, "So soon? Didn't you say
it would be two more days? Where is he? I haven't seen him yet."
Zheng Xiaoshan said, "He should be in his room. Maybe he's wearing headphones and didn't hear you come back!"
The three of them pushed open the door to Dong Dazhi's room and, sure enough, saw him wearing headphones with his legs propped up on the table listening to music.
Zheng Xiaoshan walked up and waved his hand in front of him. Only then did Dong Dazhi seem to realize that someone was in the room.
Zhu Xia visibly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't seen or heard what happened downstairs.
Dong Dazhi quickly glanced at everyone. Deng Bing was behind the two adults. When she saw Dong Dazhi looking at her,
the corners of her mouth turned up, her expression full of joy and anticipation, not at all like the person she had just been scolded and slapped by Zhu Xia.
She gave him a welcoming gesture, completely unconcerned that Dong Dazhi was a stranger yesterday and
an uninvited guest .
After Zheng Xiaoshan introduced them to each other, Deng Bing smiled and said, "Hello, Brother Dazhi!"
Before Dong Dazhi could respond, Zhu Xia interrupted sharply, "Don't call him that! What kind of brother is he?!"
Then, she turned to Dong Dazhi without any politeness and scolded him, "From today on, study hard and don't cause trouble.
Otherwise, you'd better pack your things and get out of this house. We won't care if you rot in the street."
This was Zhu Xia's first sentence to him; she clearly wanted to give the newly arrived Dong Dazhi a hard time.
Dong Dazhi found it ridiculous. He had originally planned to leave quietly, but now it seemed completely unnecessary. He was about to call out back when
he saw Deng Bing hiding behind her, looking nervous, pursing her lips and gently shaking her head, mouthing "no." Zheng
Xiaoshan also coughed at this moment, giving Zhu Xia a reproachful look. Zhu Xia ignored her completely, snorted, and
turned to leave with Deng Bing.
“Don’t mind Zhu Xia, you two won’t have much contact in the future.” Zheng Xiaoshan glanced at the
untouched travel bag at Dong Dazhi’s feet, pondered for a moment, and continued, “I know this is very uncomfortable for you, and frankly, it is for me
too. But you are my son, and I am your father, that’s an unchangeable fact. You’ve had
a terrible , and dwelling on whose fault it is now won’t help. We need to look forward. Don’t think too far ahead, just for
the next two or three years, think about what you want to do, and I will help you if I can. Remember, your life is
your own, you have to be responsible for yourself, and all I can offer is a condition.”
Zheng Xiaoshan didn’t expect any immediate response from his son, and closed the door after speaking, leaving him to decide.
Dong Dazhi still hadn’t packed his luggage, just sitting and standing up, then sitting down again, not knowing how much time had passed, perhaps
he had dozed off in between. He glanced at the clock on the wall again; it was already past one in the morning. He picked up his luggage and opened the door.
The surroundings were quiet and eerie. Dim moonlight and streetlights streamed in through the windows, casting
strange shadows throughout the room. The large house seemed empty and devoid of any human presence.
Dong Dazhi quietly descended the stairs. Just as he reached the living room, a soft voice suddenly rang out from nearby: "Brother
Dazhi !"
Dong Dazhi's heart nearly leaped out of his throat. He froze, turned around, and saw Deng Bing sitting
at the bar not far away. She had changed out of her white school uniform skirt and was wearing a casual pullover, holding a glass of water
and looking at him from afar.
Deng Bing's expression was normal. She pointed to the snacks and fruit in front of her and said, "Are you hungry? Come and eat
something !"
Dong Dazhi froze, not moving. Seeing that she couldn't reach him, Deng Bing walked around the bar to him. Dong Dazhi immediately smelled
an alluring scent emanating from Deng Bing. It wasn't floral or perfume, but a girl's scent—a
fresh, clean fragrance, like that of someone nourished by the sun.
“To my mom, if you think differently from her, then you’re not as good as her,” Deng Bing spoke first.
Although her words seemed disjointed, both of them knew she was referring to the awkward scene they had witnessed that evening. “When Dad said he was bringing you
back , he was terrified, afraid you’d break into the house in the middle of the night, steal, or commit murder or something.
Actually, my mom was worrying unnecessarily. You have no interest in anything in this house; you just want to leave.”
Deng Bing didn’t mention that her mother had originally been firmly against bringing Dong Dazhi home, and that Zheng Xiaoshan didn’t like it either. Although she didn’t understand
their argument, she knew that her father was now in a high position of power, and countless people were watching him and his position
. Those who wanted to stir up trouble had already reported Dong Dazhi’s situation to the company’s board of directors, waiting to see how he would handle it.
Household matters. Those minor flaws in character are always a matter of degree, depending on whether someone uses them against you
. Zheng Xiaoshan understood this well and would never give his rivals any leverage.
"Just one year," Zheng Xiaoshan promised Zhu Xia, "Once he's an adult, everything will be fine."
Deng Bing was very happy; whatever the reason for bringing Dong Dazhi home, having another person would always make the house more lively.
However , it seemed that no one in the house thought the same way except for her.
Dong Dazhi didn't understand these things yet. He didn't respond to her words, but just looked at her strangely for a while
before asking, "What are you doing here at this hour?" He suspected Deng Bing might have insomnia or a habit of staying up late.
Seeing that he wasn't going to answer, Deng Bing answered for him, "I saw you upstairs this afternoon. My mom and I came back
a few minutes late, and you left, right? When my mom scolded you, you left, right? If I weren't
here right now, you would have left too, right?" Perhaps because of nervousness, Deng Bing's speech was
somewhat rambling.
Dong Dazhi still didn't answer, only carefully examining Deng Bing's face. Deng Bing had beautiful skin,
soft and fair from her eyebrows to her neck. Zhu Xia knew what she was doing; the slap from that afternoon had
been both incredibly intimidating and left no trace on Deng Bing's face.
Dong Dazhi shouldn't have asked, but he couldn't help meddling. "Are you alright?"
Deng Bing forced a listless smile at him, then sniffled and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly.
Perhaps trying to hide the tears that were about to fall, she nestled her head against Dong Dazhi's chest.
"Brother Dazhi, will you stay with me?" Deng Bing whispered, almost inaudible to him, only feeling
her face rubbing against his clothes. She looked so petite and delicate that Dong Dazhi couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around her
waist, pulling her into his embrace. The feeling was wonderful, so wonderful it was heartbreaking. Remembering the slap Zhu Xia had given him, he
was already filled with rage, but compared to her nestled in his arms, that torment was nothing. Dong Dazhi couldn't resist
lowering his head to kiss the strands of hair on her head, but the rustling of the wind through the trees outside quickly brought him back to his senses.
Dong Dazhi released Deng Bing and led her to the bar. Staring at the pastries and fruit on the table, he picked up a
pudding and placed it in Deng Bing's hand. "If you're hungry, eat as much as you want. Your mother will just think I took it; she won't hit you."
Deng Bing shook her head, saying dejectedly, "It's okay, I'm used to it after all these years. I'm afraid you won't
be able to stand my mother's temper and will run away without a word." Dong
Dazhi was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, "Whether I stay or leave is none of their business." "
Then will you sneak away?" Deng Bing sat up straight, looking at him expectantly.
Dong Dazhi didn't respond.
Deng Bing took Dong Dazhi's silence as confirmation, and her eyes lit up with a smile as she looked at him. "We've made
a promise , you won't leave!"
Dong Dazhi wanted to say that he hadn't made any promises to her, but Deng Bing smiled at him, her thin lips smiling,
her long eyes smiling, and the shallow dimples on her cheeks smiling.
“Dazhi, I’m so glad to have you as my brother.”
He stayed.
I. Is she your real sister?
The
phone rang, and Dong Dazhi quickly woke up from his sleep. He glanced at his watch; it was only
six . A surge of anger welled up inside him. The most annoying thing in the world was being disturbed while sleeping!
“You better have something urgent to tell me before you call!” Dong Dazhi answered the phone and shouted,
adding a few more curses as if that wasn’t enough.
“Come to the police station.” Chen Junyi on the other end of the line was completely unaffected by Dong Dazhi’s rudeness, replying
slowly .
“Go to hell, what is it!” Dong Dazhi sat up in bed, and a soft, warm body
immediately leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and then grasping his hand. Dong Dazhi then remembered that Zhou Xin was still sleeping in the bed
. She had been working as a liquor distributor at 'Qilin' for half a year. She seemed sensible and understanding, so he had planned to bring her back for
a day to have some fun. However, he hadn't expected to be interrupted by Chen Junyi's phone call early this morning; his shout had disturbed her
.
"Whether you're in a hurry or not is up to you," Chen Junyi snorted, not saying much more.
"If this has gotten into your hands, you can do whatever you want. I don't care." Although he said no,
Dong Dazhi still pushed Zhou Xin's hand away, got out of bed, and started getting dressed. He guessed that it was very likely that an acquaintance had been arrested
, and because they knew he had some connection with Chen Junyi, they had carelessly mentioned his name. Chen Junyi was involved in drug enforcement;
if he was alerted, it was most likely related to drug use, and Dong Dazhi hated getting
people .
"Stop talking nonsense, just come when I tell you to." Chen Junyi, annoyed, switched to
a tone Dong Dazhi could understand, saying, "Don't blame me if you're late."
Dong Dazhi sensed something amiss in Chen Junyi's words and immediately felt something was wrong. Strictly speaking, he and Chen Junyi
weren't friends; their acquaintance was purely based on mutual exploitation. Although Chen Junyi was just a police superintendent, he could
provide protection for 'Qilin,' while Dong Dazhi, in turn, provided a place for Chen Junyi's circle of people to pay for services and seek thrills. Normally
, if there was something to discuss, they would just make a phone call or arrange to meet at 'Qilin.' This was the first time Chen Junyi had called
him to the police station in so long.
Dong Dazhi hung up the phone, quickly tidied up, and was about to leave when he saw the red leather shoes by the door and remembered there
was still a woman sleeping in the bed. He went back into the bedroom, shook Zhou Xin's shoulders twice, and loudly instructed, "
If lock the door and leave." Zhou Xin nodded sleepily, turned over, buried her head in the pillow, and
immediately fell asleep again.
Dong Dazhi arrived at the police station early, but the lobby was already bustling. Although Chen Junyi had specifically called
him, Dong Dazhi still chose to be cautious. He quickly found Chen Junyi's office, looked through the window and
, seeing no one else, finally pushed open the door and went in.
"Speak, what the hell made you call me here so early?" Dong Dazhi
sat down at Chen Junyi's desk.
Chen Junyi stared at the computer screen, typing away without changing his posture, and said, "Would it
kill you to be a little more polite?"
"Yesterday the venue was packed, and they even added another round at the last minute after everyone said they were done. I've only managed to get one night's sleep so far. "
"Hours. You tell me how good I am!"
Chen Junyi's expression relaxed. He put down his work, pushed a cup of tea in front of him, and then explained why he
had been called. The night before, they had received a report of a brawl at a dance hall, injuring many people. Because
it also involved the sale of illegal drugs, Chen Junyi had accompanied the detectives to raid the place. Many people were arrested, including a
girl who , after investigation, was found to be an innocent victim. Because she was injured, they initially planned to arrange for the police to take her home,
but the girl insisted on just being released.
Dong Dazhi chuckled upon hearing this and couldn't help but tease, "Wow, that's rare! After being single for so many years, you've
finally fallen for someone!"
Chen Junyi rolled his eyes at him, "Bullshit, I don't care. With that kind of time, I would have turned the garbage dump into
a shelter long ago."
Dong Dazhi said indifferently, "Since it has nothing to do with you, it has even less to do with me."
"What if her name was Deng Bing?" In an instant
, Dong Dazhi froze, as if struck by lightning. He didn't know what he was feeling;
a multitude of emotions surged within him—worry, frustration, fascination, excitement, or perhaps just
shock. So many years had passed; he no longer fantasized about Deng Bing reappearing before him, no longer thought of her.
Dong Dazhi thought he had successfully cast this woman to the back of his mind, completely forgotten her, because he truly
hadn't thought of her for many years, and this was definitely not something that happened naturally.
Chen Junyi stared at his face with both wariness and interest, nodding and saying, "Judging from your expression, you should
still remember who she is."
A faint sense of unease gradually seeped back, slowly waking Dong Dazhi from the numbness of shock—he felt a trace of
fear, and a strange expectation. Did he want to see her? Damn it, he couldn't see her.
Chen Junyi didn't give him time to find an answer, continuing, "I only have one question about Deng Bing: is she your younger
sister ?"
Dong Dazhi shook his head, unconcerned about the hidden meaning in Chen Junyi's question.
Chen . " Her father was Zheng Xiaoshan's business partner, and he died in a car accident.
Deng Bing was already three years old when Zheng Xiaoshan married Zhu Xia."
Chen Junyi snorted, "This has never been a problem for Zheng Xiaoshan."
Dong Dazhi understood what Chen Junyi meant. Zheng Xiaoshan had a notorious reputation, and he had no scruples when it came to sleeping with women.
His partners could be from all walks of life, regardless of status, wealth, or social standing, as long as they were pretty and had teeth. Dong Dazhi
's mother represented the lowest of the low, and he, this bastard, was a byproduct of Zheng Xiaoshan's womanizing ways.
"I've had my doubts, but if you knew Zhu Xia, you'd know it's impossible. There's no
one more respectable or noble than her in this world."
"Say what you will." Chen Junyi, his face full of boredom and disdain, picked up the phone on the table. "Hey,
Xiao Liu , about the group of people you brought back last night, Deng Bing is fine here now. You can let her go."
Dong Dazhi's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do?!" His words carried
a panic that seemed out of place for his age and experience.
Chen Junyi rolled his eyes at him. "Do whatever you want. Anyway, once she leaves this building,
I don't care if she's sold to a brothel. " Dong
Dazhi staggered out of Chen Junyi's office, feeling as if he'd been hit over the head. He found
a restroom, splashed some cold water on his face, and looked at his stubble, worn-out sweater, and cheap jeans bought from a street
stall . Every time he saw Deng Bing, he was a disheveled, down-on-his-luck figure, and this time was no
exception. But what did it matter? Even if he stood before her today in a suit and tie, impeccably dressed, reality would
n't change.
Dong Dazhi couldn't help but smile bitterly. No matter how hard he tried to forget, the long-standing pain in his heart remained,
accompanied by the resurgence of many emotions that should have died long ago—desire, anger, resentment, and a hint of excitement
beyond . He touched the corner of his eyebrow, where there was a shallow scar, so faint it was barely noticeable
, like Deng Bing's influence on him—painful, secretive, and lingering. For so many years, he had carefully protected
his untamed heart, but in the end, he was still trapped within it.

II. "Don't you remember I have a sister?" Deng Bing's mood was
now
at its worst. She'd spent the entire night in a windowless hall with over a dozen people,
enduring the nauseating stench of alcohol and sweat. And now, just when she'd finally been released, two lewd old men who'd come
out were harassing her again. Deng Bing glared at them, her nostrils flaring. These guys
were incredibly bold; they'd been staring at her the whole time in the hall. She'd never been treated like this before.
If that bearded old man said another word, or that burly drunkard made another lewd expression, she
'd grab their heads and slam them together, making them all fall over and see stars, even if
it meant being thrown back into the police station!
"Where are you going, beautiful? You're injured, let me give you a ride," the bearded old man
said .
"Get lost!" Deng
Bing's arm tensed, and just as she was about to raise her hand, she heard a shout from behind. The two men were startled,
looked over Deng Bing's shoulder, and immediately shut up and slunk away. Deng Bing was quite surprised. She turned around in the direction of the sound and saw a
tall man with long arms and legs striding towards her. The man was wearing jeans and dark canvas shoes, a simple black
pullover with the sleeves loosely rolled up, revealing his tattooed, tan arms. The early summer sunlight shone through his shiny
hair, making his facial features even more distinct. He looked so much like before, yet so much different.
Deng Bing's almond-shaped eyes widened. For a moment, she wanted to run away and then run towards him, but in the end, she did nothing. She just stood
there, and whispered, "Brother Dazhi!" "
A familiar figure, a familiar voice.
Perhaps she's more mature now, but it's still her." Dong Dayong's knees suddenly buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his previously
rapid steps slowing down. He was speechless, even breathless. Deng Bing had shed
her girlish naiveté and exuded a sexy charm. Her beautiful heart-shaped face, her alluring red lips, and...
The impact was felt. She never expected that after so many years, Dong Dazhi would immediately become angry with her upon their reunion. She felt a pang of sadness,
and the wounds on her arms and legs began to ache. She couldn't bear it, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
Dong Dazhi grabbed her arm, sliding it down to her knees, and placed his other hand on her back, lifting her so that her feet
were dangling in the air. Deng Bing quickly grabbed his clothes, her startled gaze meeting his unfathomable dark eyes.
Dong Dazhi avoided her gaze, strode to the car, first settling her firmly on his lap, then opening the car door and
shoving Deng Bing into the passenger seat like a sack of flour. He slammed the door shut, walked around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat.
In the cramped, enclosed space, Dong Dazhi was even more burly than she had imagined, especially as he leaned against the seat, one hand
squeezed into his tightly cleaved jeans to get his keys, his biceps pressing against his cuffs, his legs looking
extremely . Deng Bing quickly looked away, taking out a tissue from her purse and silently wiping away non-existent
sweat . She had actually wanted to grab her powder compact; if she had known she would see Dong Dazhi, she would have touched up her makeup in the restroom before coming out
. She must look terrible now. Deng Bing barely managed to resist reaching down to open the sun visor to look in the mirror.
Dong Dazhi stared at the front of the windshield, pondering his next move. The moment he picked her up,
he thought it was a wise move, considering her injuries on her arms and legs. But once he held her, a
surge of possessiveness overwhelmed him. The feeling of holding her was still wonderful; her stockinged thighs bent perfectly against the back of his hand
, the thin fabric revealing her undulating body. Dong Dazhi couldn't help but think of the lace lingerie
hidden , and her silky smooth skin. A surge of heat instantly rushed from his heart to his veins.
Dong Dazhi cursed under his breath, trying to suppress his physical reaction to Deng Bing. He yanked the gearshift and
started the car.
"Ouch!" Deng Bing cried out, quickly steadying herself.
Watching her carefully move and sit back down, Dong Dazhi asked, "How's your injury? Do you need to go to
the hospital ?"
"No, just put me in a hotel."
Dong Dazhi frowned. "Why a hotel?"
Deng Bing quickly replied, "I can't let Mom know about this injury, so I can't go back to school for now, and
forget about home." Deng Bing
didn't need to explain further; Dong Dazhi knew Deng Bing's mother, Zhu Xia, all too well. This woman had lived a life of luxury
, never earning a penny and never needing to. Her parents raised her when she was young, her husband raised her when she grew up, and after her husband
died, she found another husband to support her. All her time was spent making herself perfect. She wanted what others didn't have, and
she pursued even better things than others had. Her daughter was an exhibit in her perfect life; every move,
every word, could not be flawed.
"What happened last night?" If Dong Dazhi hadn't heard Chen Junyi say it with his own ears,
he would believed that Deng Bing would be involved in a dance hall, drugs, and fights.
Deng Bing relaxed and excitedly recounted what had happened. She had gone to a classmate's birthday party,
but took the elevator to the wrong floor. Someone was waiting at the elevator entrance, beckoning her into a dance hall. At first, she thought her classmate had changed the venue, and after
talking to them for a while, she realized she'd gone astray. But when she tried to leave, she was harassed and pressured to drink
. As she tried to escape, two of them started pushing and shoving each other, and soon a fight broke out. A
brawl inexplicably erupted before her eyes; someone was punched and a bag of medicine spilled out, making the scene even more chaotic.
Bottles and glasses flew everywhere. She dodged quickly but was still injured.
"It has nothing to do with me, but the police detained me all night," Deng Bing concluded indignantly
.
Dong Dazhi didn't respond; her version was similar to what Chen Junyi had told him. He could roughly guess the reason:
Chen Junyi had noticed Deng Bing's file during the investigation and detained her for her safety.
This reminded Dong Dazhi of something. "How long do you plan to stay at the hotel?"
"I don't know. I asked the medical staff when I was getting my wound bandaged. The wound is okay; the bandage should be off in a few days. It will
definitely leave a scar, but I can cover it up with foundation. If all else fails, I can wear long pants and long sleeves."
"How many days?" Dong Dazhi frowned, insisting on a result.
Deng Bing misunderstood and replied easily, "Don't worry, I have enough money in my card."
Dong Dazhi looked annoyed. "Of course! When the hell have you ever been short of money?"
Deng Bing shrank back, looking hurt, and turned her face away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.
Seeing her reaction, Dong Dazhi's expression changed. He was about to say something else, but Deng Bing suddenly turned around and shouted sharply
at him, "How I live and who pays the bills is none of your business. I don't care about your opinion,
and you have no right to be sarcastic to me."
"Hey, I'm not yelling at you."
"You've been yelling at me the whole time."
They didn't speak again until Dong Dazhi parked the car in a residential area. Deng Bing looked around in confusion
. Several mid-rise buildings, neither new nor old, surrounded a central garden, with a few small trees scattered along the roadside.
Although the morning rush hour had passed, people were still coming and going in a steady stream, making it far from deserted. The alleys
surrounding the complex were lined with stalls selling daily necessities. Although they looked somewhat chaotic,
the location was convenient; everything for eating, drinking, and entertainment was just downstairs, and most daily needs could be met within walking distance, making it ideal for young
people . In fact, the numerous "For Rent" and "For Rent" signs everywhere indicated that few
locals lived here; most were migrant workers from other places.
Deng Bing asked, "Where are we?"
"My home." Seeing Deng Bing's incredulous expression, Dong Dazhi asked, "Is there a problem?"
"You've been so fierce ever since you saw me, I never expected you to invite me to your home." Deng Bing's
cheeks flushed slightly, her voice filled with barely concealed surprise, as she followed Dong Dazhi to the front door.
Dong Dazhi took out his key, opened the door, and gestured for her to come in first. He had just taken a step when Deng Bing seemed to bump into an invisible
wall, his steps halting abruptly, catching him off guard and nearly causing him to collide with her.
Inside the house, Zhou Xin hadn't left; in fact, she was acting as if it were her own home, curled
up eating potato chips and watching TV.
Dong Dazhi's dark eyes flashed coldly, "Didn't I tell you to leave as soon as you got up this morning?!"
Zhou Xin sized Deng Bing up and down, then politely said to Dong Dazhi, "I wanted to wait for you.
Maybe you'll want to continue! This girl looks unfamiliar and has no experience. Should I stay and teach
her how to do it? We can even serve you together."
Deng Bing blushed instantly. "I...I didn't mean to..."
Dong Dazhi stepped forward, pulled out two hundred yuan from his wallet, and shoved it, along with his bag and shoes, into Zhou Xin's
hand. He lifted her up and pushed her towards the door, then slammed it shut. He didn't even look at Deng Bing before walking towards the bedroom.
As he walked, he said, "Hotels aren't suitable for single women. You'll stay here for the next few days.
It's quiet and convenient. There's a small supermarket downstairs if you need anything, but don't go out after dark."
"Sleep here?" Deng Bing looked around. Although the apartment wasn't small, there was clearly only one
bedroom . Her face flushed slightly. "But..." Her voice trailed off, unsure what to say
. Perhaps she hoped he would interrupt her.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm going out." Dong Dazhi's face was tense, his tone flat. He had reverted to
the frightening demeanor he had when he first saw her, his calm face and indifferent eyes like an impenetrable wall between them.
He took out a travel bag and began stuffing clothes into it. After quickly packing, he walked towards the door, only
saying after opening it, "Here's a key, keep it safe. Leave it with Grandma Zhao next door when you leave."
Deng Bing couldn't believe that Dong Dazhi had just left her in his house like that. So many years had passed, and he hadn't changed
at all. Deng Bing felt a little deflated. Just as she was about to sit down, she remembered that tall, glamorous woman and ultimately
chose to back down. She threw down her handbag and began pacing around the room. Just because he hadn't changed didn't mean she hadn't. To hell
with Dong Dazhi! In the past, she might have always been led by the nose by him because of her naivety and ignorance, but now it was a completely
different story.
After pacing back and forth dozens of times, her injured leg finally made Deng Bing stop. She looked around the room and realized
she couldn't find a place to sit. Deng Bing, her face resolute, shouted at the empty house, "You ran so fast,
you're really clever! But don't think you can fool me this time, you won't succeed!"
She snorted fiercely. Although Dong Dazhi seemed aloof, Deng Bing didn't miss
the message he quickly concealed in his eyes when he told her this was his house. Perhaps they hadn't seen each other for many years, but there were some
things he hadn't forgotten, just like he had told her before. She would never give up, and she would never obediently submit
to his manipulation.
Deng Bing took out her phone, her mind racing as she considered her next plan. At the same time, another
small voice lingered in her ears. The voice was familiar, almost a memory that had accompanied Deng Bing's growth. She had always wanted to discard it,
to forget it, but she was powerless to—how could he have abandoned her again?
How could he have abandoned her again? Dong Dazhi couldn't believe he had done this. Although he
seemed calm, he knew in his heart that what he was doing was no different from running away. It was already
awkward enough that Deng Bing bumped into Zhou Xin, but he left her alone at home without even a word of explanation.
Dong Dazhi had promised her he wouldn't leave when they first met, but back then, young and impetuous, he didn't understand
the meaning of that promise. Although he never questioned that breaking the promise was for Deng Bing's sake, the undeniable fact
remained that he repeatedly entered her life, only to leave in a sorry state time and time again. No matter how noble the reasons,
he had let Deng Bing down, and Dong Dazhi knew this better than anyone.
He never dared to hope that Deng Bing would one day stand in his home, a humble and simple place, but one that belonged entirely to him.
The feeling was indescribable—whether it was attraction or pain—it was unbearable. Meeting Deng Bing again opened
a long-stored box of memories. How long had it been since his first abrupt departure?
Three. Brother, are you alright?
Twelve years ago,
Dong Dazhi curbed his mischievous nature and actually started studying diligently. Life at the boarding school was somewhat different from what
Dong Dazhi had imagined. Although all his classmates came from wealthy or privileged families, the boys at this age
had developed a strong sense of self, and everyone had their own circles. No one paid Dong Dazhi any extra attention. Fortunately,
he was adaptable and had good social skills, so he made a group of close friends. Han Daocheng was somewhat aloof and eccentric.
He was an excellent student and very polite, but he was particularly close to He Baoshan, the least popular student.
The two of them, one academic and one physically active, worked together seamlessly.
Within days of Dong Dazhi starting school, they had already recruited him. Han Daocheng's mother had also passed away early, and
his father, a doctor, was always busy and rarely home. The large house was mostly occupied by Han Daocheng. On weekends
and holidays, Dong Dazhi actually spent more time at Han Daocheng's house. It was easy. Han Daocheng simply used
his usual polite manner to sincerely and earnestly say to Zheng Xiaoshan, "Uncle Zheng, Dazhi is very smart and learns
quickly . I'm happy to help him, so please don't worry."
Knowing that Dong Dazhi was on good terms with Han Daocheng and He Baoshan, Zheng Xiaoshan didn't say much, but privately gave him a
bank card and earnestly said, "Having friends requires socializing, and socializing requires spending money. I hope you'll make good
use of it ."
Dong Dazhi wasn't enthusiastic about expanding his circle of friends or his own fame; the only reason he stayed was because of
Deng Bing. It didn't take long for him to understand why Deng Bing welcomed him. Zhu Xia either
ignored sharply reprimanded her, yet when outsiders were present, she acted like a loving mother.
Because he was an outsider, and one that Zhu Xia looked down upon from the bottom of her heart, she was always more restrained when Dong Dazhi
was home . More than once, he bumped into Deng Bing, who was looking down, as if apologizing or lost in thought,
infuriating Zhu Xia to the point of unbearable frustration, yet she couldn't scold him in front of him.
Deng Bing was sweet, charming, and kind-hearted, and Dong Dazhi was happy to act as a shield between her and her mother, offering her a
little protection. Strictly speaking, he didn't have many opportunities to see her. They attended different boarding schools,
only returning home on weekends, and most of that time was filled with various classes for Deng Bing. During winter and summer vacations,
she would be picked up by her grandparents. Dong Dazhi almost remembered every time he met Deng Bing, and a smile
involuntarily . Of course, he hid it well; no one could see his concern for Deng Bing.
At most, he would glance at her expressionlessly, nod in agreement, or offer a gesture of concern.
These days weren't exactly hard, but as time went on, his sister's presence felt like
a thorn in his side , bringing him endless, unfulfilled yearning. He spent more and more time at Han Daocheng's house,
sometimes not even returning home all night. Even Zheng Xiaoshan and his wife had gotten used to his rarely being home.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, a long holiday, Dong Dazhi, Han Daocheng, and He Baoshan went out all night again. He returned home
drunk and fell asleep immediately, not waking up until 3 PM. Dong Dazhi lazily got up, took a shower, and
felt refreshed. He was about to go downstairs to find something to eat when he discovered Deng Bing's room door was wide open
.
Looking out the corridor window, he saw that Zheng and Zhu's car wasn't parked outside; it was the first time they
were home alone. Dong Dazhi took a few steps towards Deng Bing's room and heard angry, cursing voices coming from inside. He couldn't resist
peeking in out of curiosity. Deng Bing didn't notice Dong Dazhi behind her. She leaned forward, kneeling with her legs drawn
up , her gaze fixed on the cabinet. Her long, glossy black hair almost touched the floor, and Dong Dazhi could clearly
see the graceful curve from her neck to her hips, her slender figure. He guessed this was thanks to Zhu Xia;
Deng Bing was going through puberty and experiencing rapid growth, but Zhu Xia strictly controlled her
diet because her baby fat hadn't completely disappeared. The worst time, Deng Bing lived on apples for a whole week.
He coughed deliberately and asked casually at the door, "Hey, what's up?"
Deng Bing was surprised to hear Dong Dazhi's voice. When she and her mother returned from her grandfather's house at noon, they both thought
no one was home. Lately, holidays were never Dong Dazhi's time to be home.
Deng Bing frowned and said, "There's trouble!" Then she said fiercely, "Nian Gao has my key hidden
under the cabinet, and I can't beat him!"
'Nian Gao' was the family's tortoiseshell cat, whose daily tasks were eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping. Dong Dazhi chuckled.
“This cat has a terrible temper!”
Deng Bing rubbed her arm and nodded in agreement. “He made himself very clear.”
Dong Dazhi hesitated for a moment, then cautiously stepped into Deng Bing’s room. This was the first time he had entered
any of the other . The beige room was decorated in a very feminine style. Deng Bing had many books and photos, and the walls were
covered with various certificates and awards. He squatted down next to her, looked at the bottom of the cabinet, and then straightened up and said,
“What did you do to him that made him so scared?”
“I just waved the keychain in front of him, and he thought it was his.” Deng Bing was both angry and
aggrieved, but she knew she shouldn’t argue with a cat. She asked, “What should we do?”
“Deal with the cat?” Dong Dazhi said seriously, his face tense. “We can kill him,
once and for all.” “Hey, that’s not funny at all, Mr. Dong Dazhi.” Dong Dazhi didn’t actually smile, but Deng Bing
sensed he was secretly laughing inside.
“I’m not joking,”
Deng Bing quickly stepped in front of him. “I’ll handle this myself, you can go.”
Dong Dazhi curled his lip and said, “You use your tennis racket to corner him, then I can grab him
and get the keys back.”
With Dong Dazhi’s help, the two quickly subdued Nian Gao, but Nian Gao
’s reaction was unexpected when Dong Dazhi opened his arms to release the cat. He was clearly furious about being caught and determined to get revenge on the culprit.
Seizing the opportunity, he quickly stretched out his claws and slashed at Dong Dazhi’s eyes.
“Ouch!” Dong Dazhi half-sat on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands. Nian Gao meowed triumphantly and
ran away quickly.
“Brother, are you alright?” Deng Bing climbed over to him worriedly, straddled his lap, and
pulled his hands covering his eyes. “Brother Dazhi, let me see.”
Dong Dazhi rubbed his eyes and said, “I’m fine.”
“Let me see,” Deng Bing said again, holding his head to prevent him from dodging.
“I’ll catch that cat and kill it,” Dong Dazhi murmured, letting her turn his face towards him.
“You can’t do that.” Deng Bing gently examined the small cut below his dark brow,
lightly . She breathed a sigh of relief, her fingertips tracing his brow down to his chin, lightly touching his nose as she smiled
, “Luckily, Nian Gao didn’t aim, your eye is fine.”
“I’m glad you find it funny,” Dong Dazhi mumbled, the doubt in his eyes fading, replaced by an almost
delighted look.
Deng Bing let out more laughter, like bubbles rising from a pond, vibrant and captivating to him.
Deng Bing raised her hand, intently fixing his hair, initially not realizing that sitting on Dong Dazhi’s lap
was impolite . It wasn’t until she noticed the mottled black in Dong Dazhi’s eyes and the light stubble on his chin that she
realized how close she was to him. Dong Dazhi carried the fresh scent of someone who had just showered, and upon closer inspection, a
warm and alluring masculine aroma lingered. Not only that, but his strong, muscular physique and the hot
breath radiated a burning heat. Although Deng Bing was still in middle school, she knew a fair bit about relationships between men and women, and
the unspoken attraction startled her, leaving her somewhat flustered.
Dong Dazhi gazed at her, his unique eyes filled with confusion yet tenderness. He reached out and slowly pulled
her closer, one hand cupping her head. To Deng Bing's bewilderment, he pressed her head against his shoulder, playing with a few loose strands of hair on the back of her
neck . Since catching him and running away the first night, they hadn't been this close. Deng Bing
had noticed last time that she liked to snuggle in his arms; she seemed... Like a puppy, she snuggled a little deeper into Dong Dazhi's arm, a dizzying
sensation spreading from her spine throughout her body.
As Deng Bing's fingers brushed against his hair, Dong Dazhi's breathing became erratic, a strange and
heavy feeling washing over him. His heart pounded violently; if the sound were any louder, it would be
deafening . Dong Dazhi, both annoyed and excited, held Deng Bing's slender body. He could easily have rolled over and pinned
her down in the thick carpet. However, he forcefully controlled himself, grabbing her two slender wrists and placing them against
his chest . He had only intended to prevent her from touching him, but unexpectedly, in his palms, Deng Bing's skin was smooth and warm;
he could even feel the delicate pulse throbbing in his fingertips.
Dong Dazhi cursed inwardly, knowing he couldn't touch her. Despite the undeniable attraction, Deng Bing was still...
However, he was underage. He released her hand, gripped her upper arm tightly, and shoved her off his thigh. Dong Dazhi
felt a little out of breath, as if doing so had taken a lot of effort. He stood up, picked up
the key that Nian Gao had been holding in her mouth, and handed it back to Deng Bing without a word.
Deng Bing was initially at a loss. Looking through her eyelashes, she could still see the flame in Dong Dayong's eyes.
But just a moment ago he had been so relaxed and joking with her; how could he have changed so much in the blink of an eye, becoming cold and
distant ? She said uncertainly, "Um, I have to go out."
"Me too." Dong Dazhi's hoarse voice sounded somewhat strange.
The two went out together, and walking in broad daylight, Dong Dazhi's tense nerves relaxed a little.
But as soon as they reached the road, he suddenly took a half step back from Deng Bing, creating distance between them. Dong Dazhi stared at Deng Bing
's back, his face showing a hint of fear, completely different from his previous carefree attitude.
Deng Bing turned around, puzzled. Zhu Xia stood like a ghost in front of a plane tree, her gloomy eyes silently
watching the two of them. Her pale face was expressionless, making her look like a long-forgotten statue,
cold and frightening.
"Mom," Deng Bing greeted her respectfully. She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but she still blushed
slightly .
Zhu Xia nodded mechanically and said in a hollow voice, "Dinner's almost ready!" Then she turned and went back into
the house.
The sun had already set, but the sky was still a deep red. Zhu Xia's thin shadow moved forward in the evening glow,
giving her an eerie and grotesque appearance.
"You should go back soon!" Dong Dayong's tone was somewhat listless, with a thoughtful
look in his eyes, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
Sure enough, that evening Deng Bing was taken back to her grandfather's house, and Dong Dazhi was subsequently summoned to Zheng Xiaoshan's study. Zhu
Xia sat beside him, speaking slowly and deliberately, "I heard you're doing well at school, your grades are rising rapidly,
and you've made many friends. You're a lot like Zheng Xiaoshan's son—smart and persistent. If you had half of your father's methods
and wit, you'd be set for life. Win him over, and with his money and resources, you might
even be able to build a successful career."
Dong Dazhi glanced at Zheng Xiaoshan sitting beside him; he was calm and expressionless. Dong Dazhi
knew that regardless of the purpose of this conversation, Zheng Xiaoshan had chosen to side with Zhu Xia, using silence to show his
support and acceptance. Understanding that he wouldn't receive any help from Zheng Xiaoshan, Dong Dazhi no longer maintained his cautious
attitude and said bluntly, "I don't fucking care about his money and his damn resources!"
"You only fucking care about his money and his damn resources!" Zhu Xia immediately retorted.
Her shout startled Dong Dazhi. Since the humiliation on the first day, Zhu Xia
had been indifferent and cold towards him; this was the first time she had focused all her attention on him, even losing her temper and swearing.
Zhu Xia clearly wasn't finished. She spoke each word viciously, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to
. Let me tell you clearly now: stay far away from my daughter. You can't touch her, no, you
can't her. No matter how long you live in this house, how excellent your grades are, or how bright your future is, you're nothing but
trash we picked up, a prostitute's illegitimate child! You have nothing, a long history of misdeeds, and you only
escape jail time because of Zheng Xiaoshan's protection. Remember this: my daughter will never be with you."
In that instant, Dong Dazhi suddenly understood. Zhu Xia knew! He had many thoughts about Deng Bing, but
none were related to the future. The desire to possess Deng Bing was impossible, not even on his radar. He
knew perfectly well that any deeper contact would end in disaster, but that couldn't extinguish Dong Dazhi
's longing for her. From the moment he saw Deng Bing, he wanted her; a strong craving seemed to emanate from every pore of his skin.
He wanted her, and he wanted more.
No matter how slim the hope, Dong Dazhi felt he had to try to justify his feelings. He wasn't stupid and was willing
to change; from the first day he moved into the house, he had been observing Zheng Xiaoshan and Zhu Xia's lives. He wanted to wait for Deng Bing
to grow up, and for himself to grow up. What Zheng Xiaoshan gave to Zhu Xia, he could give to Deng Bing. Dong Dazhi carefully hid his
thoughts , especially in front of Zheng and Zhu. He thought it would be easy, after all, they had never really looked at
him properly, either treating him as background or deliberately ignoring him, and Dong Dazhi often secretly rejoiced for this.
However, he was terribly wrong. Zhu Xia and Zheng Xiaoshan were both shrewd and calculating individuals;
how could a teenager like him possibly hide his secrets from them, let alone possess their
level of cunning and manipulation? After Zhu Xia finished scolding him, she immediately told him to go back to his room to pack his things, and then Zheng Xiaoshan took him
away; he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Deng Bing.
Zheng Xiaoshan had already arranged a small apartment near the school for him to live in, fully furnished.
Dong Dazhi didn't know how they had accomplished all this in such a short time; money certainly made things easier.
After things settled down, Zheng Xiaoshan finally asked, "Um, about Deng Bing, you didn't touch her, did you?"
Dong Dazhi hadn't recovered from Zhu Xia's scolding, and upon hearing Zheng Xiaoshan's question, he suddenly looked up,
"What did you say?"
Zheng Xiaoshan said amusedly, "What's so surprising? I knew you liked her a long time ago."
Dong Dazhi was somewhat deflated, "I didn't know it was that obvious."
"For me, don't forget I work in social network big data; I make
money by manipulating people's emotions." Zheng Xiaoshan paused, then pressed, "How about it?"
“Nothing much!” Dong Dazhi looked out the window and admitted helplessly, “But I like her, who can not?”
Zheng Xiaoshan nodded and said in a comforting tone, “Remember when I first brought you home, I asked you to think about what you
wanted . Deng Bing’s choice is actually not bad, I don’t object, but Zhu Xia has too much prejudice against you, so this path
doesn’t seem to work. But, if you can’t find her, you can’t find her, don’t be discouraged. There are plenty of
girls . With your current efforts and situation, even without Deng Bing, finding someone similar to Deng Bing in the future won’t
be difficult.”
Dong Dazhi now understood this man he called his father; Zheng Xiaoshan had no feelings for him whatsoever, and…
He didn't care whether the man lived or died, but as long as he was his son, his usefulness couldn't be ignored.
Yesterday, Dong Dazhi wouldn't have minded; after all, Deng Bing's mother was his wife.
He could endure anything, including this deeply hated father, as long as it might help him get Deng Bing. But now, nothing mattered.
Dong Dazhi chose a different path, a path truly his own. After graduating high school, he
eagerly joined the army, quickly cutting off contact with Zheng Xiaoshan, Deng Bing, and that farcical period of his life
.
That separation lasted five years.

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