A single leaf drifts down.

A Fallen Leaf
Author: Unknown
Chapter 1
In the courtyard of a residential area, the dim light of the streetlights illuminated the silhouette of a father and son embracing.
"Qing'er, be good when you get there. Young Master Chu is a rich young master, so it's inevitable he'll have a temper.
You can see that from your sister. Because of your sister's matter… let's not talk about how he treated your sister, we were in the wrong
, making him lose face. So, this time when he asked, your stepmother and I… can't say anything.
In short, just be good, okay?"
"Yes, don't worry, you don't need to say anything. I understand. Chu Hanyang is our family's bread and butter. Even
for my two younger brothers and sisters, there's no other way." The speaker was a thin boy, his delicate face
still showing signs of childhood, but his eyes lacked the innocence and joy typical of a young boy.
With a long sigh, the boy's father gripped his hand tightly: "My dear son, this is where your sister used to live
, Unit 2, Room 301. Here's the key, Dad's not going up."
After taking the key, the father and son sat in silence for a long while before the boy finally spoke: "Dad, I'm
going in, don't worry... You have to come see me when you have time, Dad!" He couldn't hold back any longer and
threw himself into his father's arms, weeping bitterly.
The boy's father, tears welling in his eyes, patted his son's back, then looked up to
wipe away the tears from his child's face, gently stroking his innocent cheek: "Qing'er, don't blame your father. There's still a family to rely on
. With him, at least you won't go hungry for the rest of your life. Be good, he won't make things difficult for you. Dad's coming now, it's too
late, people will be upset. Go inside." He personally pushed his child through the building entrance, watching the door close before his eyes, the electronic lock
clicking shut. The tears he had held back for so long finally fell—son, don't blame your father, it's because you
're a child without a mother.
Meanwhile, in a karaoke bar, Chu Hanyang and several friends were singing and drinking to their hearts' content. One of the
men, wearing glasses and looking refined, held a wine glass and patted Chu Hanyang on the shoulder, saying, "Hanyang,
you're really too arrogant. Let's not talk about anything else, just look at getting married! How many
wives have you had? Your eldest son is taller than the windowsill, and we're all still single. You have to drink a glass, or we'll be furious!"
Without another word, he grabbed the glass and forced the wine down
Chu Hanyang's throat. Chu Hanyang choked on the strong liquor, coughing a few times, and pushed away Zhou Yuren, who was clinging to him,
slurring, "Don't fucking bring that up again! Don't expose my weakness right after I got dumped!"
"Zhou Yuren, that's not right of you, Chu Hanyang. Such a good man, this is the first time in his life he's been dumped.
Why are you holding onto this?" The speaker was He Sui, one of Chu Hanyang's childhood friends.
"Yeah, brothers, get him drunk! Hurry up!"
Hearing this, the group swarmed around Zhou Yuren, grabbing their glasses and laughing and joking.
"Wait, I feel like I've forgotten something?" Shaking his dizzy head, Chu Hanyang struggled
to remember.
"What? Don't pretend to be drunk to escape. You've made me drink so much today, you think you can get away? No way!"
Zhou Yuren, who had just struggled out of the crowd, came over with a bottle of liquor. Because he had drunk too much and too fast, he
lost his footing and tripped over the legs of the coffee table, falling right onto Chu Hanyang.
This sudden fall made Chu Hanyang seem to remember something—fall? Press?
"Damn! I have to go home, it's my wedding night!"
Everyone was stunned. What wedding night? What was this all about?
He stood up and swayed towards the door, saying as he went, "Didn't Ye Lin run off with someone? I brought her younger brother
here to take her place. Today, I, Chu Hanyang, am marrying a male wife! I'll have his dad deliver it to my house. That's about it
, I have to go back..."
It wasn't until he closed the door and left that everyone realized what he meant, exchanging bewildered glances before bursting into laughter.
Chu Hanyang was truly ruthless, but this kind of thing wasn't unusual in the circle of young masters. Once they recovered,
no one pursued the matter further, and they began another round of karaoke and drinking, even joking about visiting their new sister-in-law sometime
! It seemed as if this was perfectly normal, so normal that there was no need to ponder its irrationality.
Chapter Two
The keyhole clicked, followed by the sound of the door opening. Ye Qing turned his head almost in fear,
as if he had already anticipated it; his life was about to be struck by that metallic scraping.
His evasive gaze finally met Chu Hanyang's drunken, hazy eyes. Holding onto the doorpost, he changed his shoes and
stumbled inside. Ye Qing reflexively ran over to help him; his thin body was almost knocked
to the ground by Chu Hanyang. With difficulty, he helped him to the sofa. Ye Qing went to the bathroom, wet a towel, and carefully wiped
his hands and face. Then, he sat blankly opposite Chu Hanyang, unsure what to do.
Leaning against the sofa back, Chu Hanyang squinted for a while, then opened his eyes,
looking the boy up and down. He really did look a bit like his sister; both had delicate features, but
Chu Hanyang had a more obedient air about him than Ye Lin, probably due to his upbringing. He'd heard this brother-in-law
had a better temper than a young girl? He hadn't really interacted with him much before. Now, he was his, and he
could play with him slowly.
Ye Qing felt extremely uncomfortable under the gaze of his brother-in-law, whom he had met less than five times. His anxiety and fear that night
had reached their peak. He sat there, his body trembling uncontrollably, a slight, persistent
tremor.
"Brother-in-law…"
This "brother-in-law" was like a lit firecracker thrown into an empty bottle; Chu Hanyang exploded
!
He lunged forward, grabbed Ye Qing by the collar, lifted him up with one hand, and immediately shoved him onto the other side of the sofa,
slapping him twice across the face. Chu Hanyang felt that "brother-in-law" was utterly sarcastic, as if he were
bragging on behalf of Ye Lin—no matter how handsome or rich you are, Chu Hanyang, you're nothing more than a fool whose wife cheated on him! His
eyes, already bloodshot, stared like a hungry wolf at the terrified young man.
Pain was his first reaction; for about five or six years, this was the clearest sensation Ye Qing had ever experienced.
The physical sensation. Having finally gotten the chance to leave home, he thought he could escape that situation, but this nascent
thought was utterly crushed by Chu Hanyang's merciless slap.
Ye Qing weakly opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. This man, towering over him, allowed him to say whatever he wanted.
It seemed that the venting had made Chu Hanyang feel a little better. He reached out and pulled Ye Qing up, saying,
"Don't call me brother-in-law. Maybe you're too young to understand, but for me, a man, this is the greatest humiliation I could ever endure!
Did it hurt?"
How could it not hurt? His strength was far greater than his stepmother's; his head was spinning, but Ye
Qing still slowly shook his head: "No, I'm sorry."
"Hmm." Chu Hanyang was quite satisfied with his reaction; he was indeed an obedient child.
"Your name is Qing'er, right? How old are you this year?" Looking him up and down, Chu Hanyang asked casually.
"Yes, Ye Qing, you're 16, in your second year of high school."
"Hmm, can you cook?"
Ye Qing smiled, a smile tinged with sadness. Let alone cooking, she knew everything about housework
. Since coming to that family from her stepmother's house, she'd done everything herself, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk to serve the whole family
, leaving her with very little time for studying. Even so, she was determined to finish her studies and become capable enough
to leave that place.
"Are you hungry? I'll go make you some porridge." She hurried into the kitchen, looked around, and then
came out helplessly: "No rice, nothing at all."
She glanced at the time, 9:00 PM. The nearby supermarket should still be open. She took out her wallet and tossed it onto
the coffee table in front of her: "Here, there's a supermarket on the east side of the neighborhood. See if you need anything and buy it. I'm going to
take a shower first. Call me when the food is ready."
"Okay." Taking the wallet, Ye Qing went to the supermarket and bought rice, some meat, vegetables, and seasonings—
all the necessities for cooking. Then he went to the household section and bought himself toiletries and two sets of underwear. He
felt very embarrassed to spend someone else's money on these things, but he had been in such a rush, his stepmother
had been urging him, and he had arrived empty-handed, without even clothes for tomorrow. When he opened the wallet to pay, he was stunned by the thick stack of banknotes and
many cards inside! So much money! He hoped people wouldn't think he had stolen it!
Carrying several large bags back home, Ye Qing almost couldn't carry them all. He was too weak to go upstairs, and
had to make two trips to get everything up.
Chu Hanyang was still taking a bath, listening to the noise outside. Twenty minutes later, Ye Qing knocked on the door: "The porridge is ready
, come and eat." He lazily got up, dried himself off, and put on a bathrobe. He was quite satisfied with the congee and side dishes on the table
: "Go take a shower, you don't need to do this."
"Okay." Actually, Ye Qing hadn't eaten dinner either, but he still cooked a portion for himself, since no one had said he
could eat it. Seeing the bathtub full of water, it seemed a waste to leave it like that. Back home, he always
used the water his younger brother left over after bathing.
He took off his clothes and lay down in—it was nice, it wasn't cold yet. The water soothed his long-strained emotions, easing them somewhat, and he almost drifted off to sleep. Suddenly
, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Chu Hanyang stood in the doorway like a mountain.
Chapter 3
The air felt still, breathing was stagnant, and their gazes were fixed on each other.
A splash of water, and when Ye Qing came to his senses, he was already on the bed. Perhaps it was because of the cold
, but his body trembled uncontrollably. Those hands, those erotic hands, tracing the thin curves of his body,
he wasn't unaware that he would do these things, even if he was clueless.
When those warm lips pressed against those cold lips, Ye Qing suddenly shed a string of tears,
sliding from his tightly closed eyes to his ear, wetting a strand of hair. Chu Hanyang didn't have much patience to arouse the desire of the person beneath him. He
kissed Ye Qing's lips again, then pulled a condom from under the pillow.
He was never one to consider others in bed, and Ye Qing's inexperience didn't elicit any pity from him.
He turned him over, and his weapon plunged straight into his tender body.
Ah! A scream rang out; it hurt too much, a pain beyond human endurance. Ye Qing
buried his head deeply in the pillow, his sobs mingling with the pain.
Chu Hanyang was overwhelmed by the pleasure brought on by the tightness inside, and driven by his body's instinctive desire, he began
a brutal thrusting, completely disregarding the torture this was inflicted on the child beneath him.
Perhaps due to many days of abstinence, or perhaps because Ye Qing was so tightly wrapped around him, Chu Hanyang was quickly driven to
his peak, experiencing a pleasurable climax. Removing the condom containing his semen, he fell asleep, still feeling the effects of alcohol and exhaustion
.
Hearing the sound breathing of the man who had just been so passionate on him, Ye Qing collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
He struggled to turn to his side. So this was sex—so savage. His heart ached terribly. If he hadn't been
biting the pillow, he would have screamed himself hoarse. He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he hadn't torn the pillow…
The next day, Ye Qing developed a high fever, dizziness, and a burning pain in his body.
The friction between his skin and the sheets felt like knives cutting into his flesh, and his mouth was parched. He turned over; the other half of the bed was cold,
indicating that Chu Hanyang had long since left. Ye Qing lay there for a while longer, the dizziness subsiding slightly
. He slowly got out of bed, but the pain in his back made walking difficult. He finally made it to the kitchen, but there wasn't a trace of hot water
. He was so thirsty, he had no choice but to gulp down several mouthfuls
of cold water from the tap. The icy water traveled down his esophagus to his stomach, and the heat in his body mingled with the cold water, making Ye Qing shiver.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and Ye Qing longed to go for a walk; it seemed like it had been a long time since he'd had such a moment of peace. Actually
, he felt somewhat lost. He didn't know what his future held—whether he would stay here forever, or
go home in a few days. Although neither of these options was what he wanted, it seemed he had never had
the right to choose his life. But his weakened body made him yearn for the bed even more. Returning to the bedroom, the sheets were a shocking mess.
The terrible memory of last night sent shivers down his spine again. Standing before the bed, he hesitated for a moment, then
tore off the blood-stained sheet.
After a day of playing outside, Chu Hanyang returned home after dinner and found the house much cleaner.
The dust left by the lady of the house after her departure had been swept away, and the sofa covers looked like they had been washed.
The sound of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen, along with a faint aroma of cooked food. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, though he didn't
know why.
Standing outside the kitchen door, he watched the slender figure bustling about, wearing his sister's apron.
The more he looked at that delicate profile, the more it resembled her. He strode in, reaching out to grab Ye Qing's waist. Caught off guard, Ye Qing
cried out in surprise. Seeing it was Chu Hanyang, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He casually turned off the stove, but before he could even
say "Dinner's ready," the lustful man silenced him with a kiss. His hands roamed freely over Ye Qing's body, his clothes being
lifted up, sending shivers down Ye Qing's spine, who was still feverish. Chu Hanyang, however, was
aroused by Ye Qing's fiery body and pulled him towards the bed. Clothes were torn and ripped off, scattering across the floor. Ye Qing was also pulled and
staggered, his head spinning. While he was nibbling at his neck, he begged for mercy, "No, it hurts..." He
truly felt terrible. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and had forced himself to clean all day, finally managing to cook dinner,
but hadn't even tasted it yet? Was he really going to suffer again?
"Stop talking nonsense. What are you doing here? Don't look for trouble." Throwing him onto the bed, Chu Hanyang pounced on him, kissing him
wildly, eagerly thrusting into the tender hole he hadn't been able to properly enjoy last night.
Ye Qing's tormented place was once again mercilessly invaded, but this time he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain
. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He watched helplessly as the man on top of him blurred before his eyes, finally
tilting his head and fainting.
His only thought before losing consciousness was—the sheets had been washed in vain; they would still be stained with blood later.
Chapter Four
Ye Qing always remembered the warmth he received from Chu Hanyang after waking up that day; it remained so
deeply etched in his memory. He kept putting food on his plate, patting his head and saying, "Eat more meat." For so many years
, he had long been accustomed to a life of rice mixed with vegetable soup, but that time, he received warmth from that man. His heart
felt as if it had been gently awakened by a spring breeze, swaying with a light sweetness.
Chu Hanyang also forever remembered the child's helplessness when those wet eyes opened, and
the pitiful, cautious way he timidly picked up a small piece of the food he had prepared. But what he didn't know was that such a small
comfort had solidified Ye Qing's unwavering devotion to him. He looked up at him almost reverently and said
something heartbreaking—"Brother, you're so good to me."
Chu Hanyang seemed to have curbed his womanizing ways, because his friends hadn't seen him in brothels for a long time.
When they called, he said he was with his wife, and through the phone, one could hear his blushing, soft voice.
Ye Qing's life remained largely unchanged. He went to school as usual, and after school, he would go home and cook. Only his concept of home had changed
. Yet, life seemed to have undergone a significant transformation. Back in his new home, there was no longer his stepmother's beatings and mistreatment, but
something else was omnipresent—an anticipation of returning home and an anticipation of that person. Ye Qing felt that
this feeling of happiness and contentment was somewhat luxurious, but little did he know that this was merely the prelude to a nightmare.
"Ye Qing!" Hearing a clear call, Ye Qing, who was about to leave the school gate, stopped and turned around to see
Li Jia running towards him, radiating a mythical aura in the sunlight. A smile appeared on his lips.
"Why haven't you gone home yet?" Ye Qing asked as he walked.
"Sigh... I'm not used to not having you. Why did you suddenly move?" Li Jia sighed dejectedly
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"Oh, it's nothing, just moving. You know, I can't make any decisions." I didn't want
anyone to know about my affairs, I didn't have the courage, especially not Li Jia. I don't know why, but the
moment Chu Hanyang kissed me for the first time and I cried, I actually thought of Li Jia's face.
He was like the only light in my life these past few years. Every time I was beaten and couldn't go to school, he would come to
my house to tutor me, tell jokes to make me laugh. The walk home with him after school was the most relaxing moment of the day
, I hoped it would last forever, without end. But now, I can no longer ask for his care
, after all, I live such a lowly, dark life.
Finally, they reached the fork in the road. They stopped, but couldn't part with their usual smiles. "I'm
leaving, goodbye."
"Okay, wait for me at the door tomorrow, don't forget." Li Jia never expected that
their next meeting would be many years later.
He stopped at the supermarket to buy groceries. Han Yang said he wanted ribs tonight, so he'd cook him a nice meal. He took out his key
and opened the door, surprised to find Chu Han Yang home so early. For the past few months, he'd been home almost when dinner was ready
. He wondered what Han Yang did for a living, but he seemed very busy.
"Han Yang, why are you home so early today?" Ye Qing asked as he changed his clothes. Strangely, Chu Han Yang just stared at
him without saying a word.
Ye Qing started washing his hands and cooking.
"Who was that boy you walked with today?" A gloomy voice sounded from behind. Ye Qing jumped in fright
, cutting his finger with the cleaver. Blood dripped from his fingertip onto the ribs, quickly becoming indistinguishable.
He tried to turn around to get a tissue to wipe the blood, but his wrist was grabbed. Chu Hanyang's icy gaze made his scalp
tingle.
"Hanyang, that's my classmate... Let go first, it hurts." His wrist felt like it was broken from the twist,
but he kept pulling.
"Say it!" He was actually walking side by side with that kid, chatting and laughing, but he had never smiled so
brightly at him. What was hateful was that he wouldn't admit it, betraying him just like his sister, unforgivable! He gripped his wrist tightly
, forcefully pulling his arm behind his back. Ye Qing let out a heart-wrenching scream and collapsed limply at Chu
Hanyang's feet.
Chapter 5
He coldly glanced at the unconscious Ye Qing, raised his foot, and kicked him in the side of the waist with a light kick. The ribs are the most vulnerable part of the body.
One of her most vulnerable spots, Ye Qing was jolted awake by the pain, her body curled up in a ball, trembling like an injured kitten.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, anyway, from today onwards, you'll never see him again." The cold
, hard words were spoken in a flat tone. Ye Qing didn't understand his meaning, frowning and looking up at him.
"Don't understand or pretending to be confused? How are you just like your sister? Using an innocent appearance to deceive people,
what a fine sibling relationship." Gently squatting down, Chu Hanyang cupped Ye Qing's small face in one hand, uttering words
that struck like a thunderbolt: "From now on, you're not allowed to go to school."
Ye Qing sprang up, staring at Chu Hanyang in disbelief.
"Hmm, it seems you understand. Go cook then." Standing up and walking outside, he was suddenly
pulled back by some force. Looking down, he saw Ye Qing.
"Please, let me continue my studies, please." Tears welled in her eyes, Ye Qing pleaded with
him in a sobbing voice. How could this be? She had only exchanged a few words with Li Jia, so why? From now on, she couldn't
study anymore; wouldn't that mean her life was hopeless? She would never escape this fate of being manipulated by others! She begged him,
even kneeling before him, just to prevent her only hope in life from being extinguished.
Looking at the child kneeling at her feet, what a frail and pitiful face! She had originally intended to
be good to him, but why did he disobey her and insist on learning from his sister? She looked at the boy with
eyes that shone brightly, as if illuminating the night.
Seeing Chu Hanyang standing there silently, Ye Qing continued, "If you don't believe me, let
me transfer schools, leave my school, okay?" How she hoped he would agree! This was the only
solution she could think of; she would rather painfully leave Li Jia.
"Transfer schools? Will you stop talking to your classmates after you transfer? The result won't change. Listen to me, I won't
allow what happened to your sister to happen to me, Chu Hanyang. So, don't even think about it.
Serve me properly, whether in bed or in this house. I'll support you until I get tired of you!"
All her strength drained away, Ye Qing slowly released Chu Hanyang, as if giving up on the world.
She knelt blankly on the floor, completely unaware of its coldness. Blood rushed to her head like a tide,
then receded just as quickly. Ye Qing's face turned from red to white, finally losing all color.
"What are you still doing? Hurry up and cook! What are you even good for?!" Chu Hanyang returned to the kitchen
with something in his hand—a schoolbag.
In front of Ye Qing, Chu Hanyang dumped everything out with a clatter. Books and notebooks
scattered haphazardly on the floor, a fountain pen bounced a few times, and rolled into a corner. Ye Qing stared blankly at him, not knowing
what he was going to do, until he took out a basin, then pulled out a Zippo lighter,
lit it with a fancy flourish, and then almost gentlemanly lightly lit the English book in his hand.
Ye Qing felt a sharp pain in his heart, like being stabbed with a needle, and lunged forward like a madman to grab it back. But his strength
was too weak, negligible compared to Chu Hanyang, yet he still stubbornly tried to take it back.
He was pushed down again and again, and he lunged forward again and again, only to be left with blisters and red marks on his hands, burns from the fire
. Finally, Chu Hanyang, annoyed by the constant bumping, kicked him in the stomach. Ye Qing was too
weak to get up and watched helplessly as he set his entire textbook ablaze. The floor and the basin were covered in burnt
ashes, the kind that would vanish at the slightest touch, much like Ye Qing's current state of mind—dead and
lifeless.
Finally, there was the sound of a door opening and Chu Hanyang's last words before leaving: "I'll go to the school tomorrow to process your withdrawal
."
(To be continued)

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