[Unavoidable Fate] (Chapters 32-33) (The End) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 6891
Chapter Thirty-Two: Before the First Wave Subsides, Another Wave Rises

Yang Yanqin stormed up to Le Yang, her index finger stretched straight out, poking him right in the forehead.
"Cough, I told you not to mention it, but you still did!" she yelled. If he hadn't shrank back,
the finger would have been stuck in his forehead. "What do you think you are? Do you think I care about you? Don't fucking dream!"

She put one hand on her hip, her legs spread wide, making her appear even taller than usual.

Shui'er and Le Yang were stunned by this sudden display of power, not daring to breathe, exchanging bewildered
glances—they should have known she was eavesdropping!

"Listen to me, you poor wretch!" Her voice was shrill and high-pitched, growing increasingly forceful. "
There are plenty of men in the world, I could grab a whole bunch whenever I wanted! You'd better understand, the reason you're sitting here is because
I feel sorry for you!"

"You are..., pitying me for what?" Le Yang asked, puzzled. His heart pounded; it was the first time he
'd ever seen a woman so fierce.

"Yes! I'm soft-hearted! If you hadn't been abandoned by your wife and children, looking so pathetic, I
wouldn't have pitied you at all. I'm so unlucky, incredibly unlucky!" She trembled with excitement, spittle flying from her lips.

"This is..." Le Yang's face flushed red, barely managing to utter two words before Yang Yanqin interrupted him:
"Shut up! You'd better listen: since I met you, I haven't gone to work. Do you know
how much income I've lost while I've been with you?"

"Uh, no, I don't know!" Le Yang shook his head, saying helplessly.

"Hmph, you never even thought about it, did you? All you do is pretend to be nice to me, sweet-talking and smooth-talking.
That's all you know, isn't it? In my eyes, you're just a spineless bastard who lives off women!"

"Cough, I said, this has nothing to do with..." Shui'er looked at Le Yang, who was trembling with anger and unable to speak
, and felt that she should say something, since everything was caused by her.

"And you!" Yang Yanqin suddenly turned to the side, pointing her finger at Shui'er on the sofa, "You
slut , you two-faced thing, don't think I don't know anything!" Her voice was loud and her words were harsh.

Shui'er's face flushed red and then paled. She jumped up from the sofa. "What do you know? What did I do wrong?

Tell me!" She was very agitated, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. Le Yang wished
he could just disappear into thin air.

"You're always like this," Yang Yanqin clenched her fists and swung them around her sides,
screaming hysterically, "You have to get involved with every man I bring. You're a
shameless you dare!"

"You're the shameless bitch!" Shui'er's eyes were red, almost crying, but she
quickly mustered her courage and pressed herself closer. "You're a filthy slut!" she said fiercely.

Yang Yanqin wasn't about to back down either. She lunged at Shui'er, grabbing
her hair and twisting it into a knot. Shui'er screamed, clawing and scratching at Yang Yanqin's chest, punching her stomach, and tearing at her clothes, trying to get her to let go of her hair
. But Yang Yanqin held on tightly.

Le Yang quickly jumped up from his armchair and rushed over to intervene. He tried to squeeze between them to separate them,
but the two women pushed and shoved him wildly, hitting him several times in the face and nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Stop!" he roared, using all his strength, making his eardrums ring.
Only then did the two women stop. "Please, stop fighting, okay?" He pried Shui'er's hair off,
removed his hand from Yang Yanqin's neck, and shoved Shui'er. She staggered and fell onto the sofa,
covering her face and sobbing.

Le Yang turned around and pushed Yang Yanqin to another corner of the living room, keeping them far apart and
out of . "Damn it!" He glared at Shui'er, then at Yang Yanqin; both
were disheveled and their eyes were blurry with tears. He strode back and forth in the living room, never imagining his life would
fall to this state. "Damn it!" he clenched his fist, gritting his teeth, and slammed his right fist on the dining table
with a loud "thud." Both women flinched, looking at him fearfully. "Fine, I'll leave
! Huh!" he roared, rushing out and hurrying downstairs.

His right hand went numb until he got on the bus, when his entire palm began to throb with a dull pain,
which grew stronger—the punch he had just delivered had used all his strength, and now the pain was so intense it almost brought tears to his eyes. To ease the pain,
he had to put his fist in his mouth and endure it. When he got home and took it out, his entire fist was red. He cracked an ice cube from
the refrigerator and applied it to the area, which eased the pain somewhat.

Leyang hadn't had a drop of water that morning and hadn't felt hungry at all, but now he suddenly felt incredibly hungry.

He went out and ate a bowl of noodles; using only one hand was really inconvenient. After filling his stomach,
the phrase "spineless bastard who lives off women" still echoed in his head. He felt truly
pathetic

and regretted not saying something powerful as a final declaration. Anyway, it was over between him and them, and he felt much better. However, he had a new
problem: besides the throbbing pain in his fist, it started to swell larger and larger, with a faint purplish-brown color
showing . Leyang had to go to the hospital. The short orthopedic surgeon performed a CT scan,
examined the large, dark film under the light, and said, "There are two dislocated knuckles."

When Leyang left the hospital, his hand was wrapped in a thick cast, and his right forearm was in a
sling across his chest. He had to ask for leave this time. He tried calling his supervisor several times without success, finally getting
through around dinner time. But because he had only taken a week off last time, his supervisor no longer believed his excuses. He
had to go to his supervisor's house in person and, after much pleading, finally managed to get another week off.

That very night, when he got up to use the bathroom, Leyang felt a stinging pain under his glans.
He used his remaining left hand to lift his glans and examine it under the light. There was a small
tear , probably from the force of sex with Shui'er that morning. He didn't think much of it,
simply pulling back his foreskin to expose the wound, assuming that dryness would help it heal faster.

The next morning, when he woke up, his penis felt swollen and painful. He quickly pulled back the covers to check, and there it was...
His foreskin was swollen, as full as a lip. He didn't know what was wrong, so he got up
early to the hospital. The on-call doctor told him the doctor wouldn't be there for another hour. He
lingered outside the hospital for an hour, and at nine o'clock, he went directly to the orthopedic doctor, thinking the doctor
was quite friendly . Unexpectedly, the short doctor said, "This kind of condition isn't my responsibility," and suggested he go to the urology department.
There was a long queue outside the urology department; he waited for at least two hours, only to be told to go to the dermatology department.

In a small cubicle enclosed by a white canvas, he reluctantly pulled down his pants as instructed by the doctor. The
fat, big-eared doctor used a small wooden stick to lift the swollen, sausage-like glans and carefully
examined it with a flashlight.

"Have you had sex recently?" the doctor asked, adjusting his glasses.

"No!" Le Yang shook his head, vehemently denying it. "I just couldn't resist last night and masturbated
once, and it's like this this morning. Is it serious?" he asked the doctor.

"It's just a frenulum tear. When you pull back your foreskin, the blood flow is restricted, no wonder it's swollen!" the doctor
said with a smile.

Le Yang suddenly realized, quickly pulled back his foreskin, and pulled up his pants. It was a false alarm. "However,
I suggest you get a blood test," the doctor said as he turned to leave the small cubicle. Although he felt it wasn't necessary,
he did as he was told. While waiting for the blood test results, he went to a restaurant near the hospital and ordered a
curry chicken rice bowl. He returned just in time to pick up his report. He was the first to get it and happily
went to find the doctor who had examined his glans.

The doctor carefully ran his pen over each indicator, slowly raising his head, a
barely . "Herpes simplex!" he said clearly.

"What?" Le Yang couldn't believe his ears. "How could it be herpes? Are you sure you didn't
make a mistake?" he said nervously. He had never heard of "herpes simplex," but he clearly sensed it was a disease.

"Only you know the answer. It's clearly stated on the report. Generally, it's
transmitted through sexual intercourse." The doctor adjusted his damned glasses again, perhaps thinking this small gesture would make his
explanation more professional.

His head buzzed, images of Yang Yanqin's, Shui'er's, and Sasha's vulvas flashing before his eyes
. He wanted to know which vulva was the problem.

"It's alright, young man!" The doctor looked at the bewildered Le Yang and kindly comforted him. "You're lucky you don't
have AIDS or syphilis. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you a prescription for medication, a week's worth of injections
. Take the medication every day, avoid greasy food, avoid spicy food, don't smoke, don't drink alcohol..."
The doctor 's outstretched fingers bent one after another, switching to another when one wasn't enough.

Le Yang couldn't remember all of that, only that he couldn't eat anything, preferably just boiled cabbage
and white rice. And that last sentence was truly heartbreaking. Carrying a white
plastic bag , he emerged from the hospital with his head seemingly twice its usual size. The bag was filled with numerous medicine boxes—
his "delicious" fare for the next two months. On the way home, he kept pondering the phrase "come back for a check-up
in ." Finally, he reluctantly accepted the reality: a "check-up" meant that even after
finishing all this random medication, his manhood might not be any better.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Long-Awaited Call

Every day, he swayed clumsily, pacing back and forth between his room and living room, watching TV, eating, sleeping,

going to the hospital for injections on time every day, and taking those damned pills on schedule—this would be Le Yang's

entire life from then on. He wasn't worried at all about his dislocated finger, which caused him occasional, excruciating pain;
what worried Le Yang was his penis, silently lurking in his pants, which he couldn't help but take out and examine carefully
several times .

At times like these, images of those three vulvas would flash endlessly through his mind—Yang Yanqin's
shaved

, plump, white mons pubis; He Shui'er's light brown labia minora; and

the split "little bun" between the legs of the girl named Sasha when she lay prone. He tried not to miss a single detail, attempting to
find evidence of infection in them. Anyone was possible, and no one was possible; besides reigniting the
chaotic , he gained nothing.

Compared to the previous holiday, this holiday wasn't so boring. Perhaps due to his illness, Le Yang had become
calmer and more rational. There were many things to deal with every day, and he was no longer as
lonely and helpless as he had been the previous week—which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, however, he would become restless and anxious. His wife Winnie
and daughter had been gone for two weeks, and he couldn't get through on the phone. He wondered
how . Winnie's words still echoed in his ears; after so long without any news, he
could basically conclude that their marriage had ended without a trace. Sometimes I think I really deserve it.

When Yang Yanqin called Leyang again, it was the fourth day since she left the hospital. "Darling,
listen to me," she said enthusiastically, in the same tone she used when they were happy together, as if the fight and argument
that morning had never happened. "It's all in the past. After calming down, I
thought about it, and I realized I didn't do some things well enough. I shouldn't have done that!" She paused. "I still miss you so much.
I dream about you every night. You know, I've never thought about anyone like this before..." she said,
as if there had never been any problems between them.

"Wait a minute," Leyang interrupted her. "Can you listen to me? Just for a minute. Oh, and by the way,
please don't call me 'darling,' I'm not 'darling' at all!" he said calmly, suppressing
the flames of anger burning in his chest. She didn't know how much pain and psychological pressure he was enduring because of them.

But now, Leyang no longer needed to pursue the matter.

"Oh, okay!" Yang Yanqin quickly took over the conversation, saying meekly, "It was a misunderstanding, we
both misunderstood each other. I've already apologized to Shui'er, and she's forgiven me. Everything's back to normal
... If you're free this Sunday, or whenever you want to come over, we
can still..."

Le Yang could never forget how hysterical she was that morning. A tigress had suddenly turned into a
kitten, a change that had indeed surprised Le Yang.

"Shui'er, don't talk to me about Shui'er!" Le Yang finally yelled angrily into the phone. He could no longer
control his emotions, stood up from the sofa, and raised his voice, "Do you even understand? I've had enough,
enough! I have absolutely nothing to do with you, Yang Yanqin, or He Shui'er anymore... So,
listen to me, don't call me again, please don't call anymore, okay?" He gripped the phone tightly,
his palms sweating with excitement, his words forceful, like those exaggerated orators in movies.

"Okay, darling!" Yang Yanqin's voice was weak and gentle on the other end of the line—perhaps
with a kind and hesitant smile on her face. Le Yang's chest heaved, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, but a soft "click"

came from the other end of the line , followed by silence. Okay, okay, screw it! Hanged up on me first, so what? Who cares? Leyang threw down the phone, panting heavily, pacing back and forth in the living room. His pent-up anger was thus gently extinguished. Still seething with rage, he paced the room, his bloodshot eyes scanning the surroundings for anything he could kick, punch, smash, or break—anything would do. But apart from the cardboard box his wife had left , he realized with dismay that everything else belonged to his aunt. So he strode to the corner, raised his leg, and kicked the cardboard box containing the old toys with all his might. The box slid across the floor with a whoosh, then slammed against the wall with a thud the toys scattering all over the floor. He stormed back, plopped heavily onto the sofa, and the sofa creaked and bounced, causing him to fall onto his injured hand, groaning in pain. After a while, the pain soothed Le Yang's anger, and his mood gradually calmed down . After all, she was just a prostitute under the overpass; there was no need to get so angry. During their time , if he hadn't been so indecisive and had spoken more harshly, she would have vanished from his life immediately— "Okay, darling!"—the timid farewell felt like a slap across his face. A few days later, Winnie's phone call changed everything. The moment he answered, Le Yang realized how much he needed his wife's call, even if it brought bad news. What kind of life had he been living for the two weeks his wife and daughter had been away? Hopeless, directionless, he was constantly sinking into a daze, like a poor lamb wearily trudging along a rugged mountain path. "What are you doing?" Winnie asked, her long-lost voice sounding so warm. "Nothing! Are you alright?" Le Yang replied, a thousand words welling up inside, but only this one came out . Winnie didn't answer him directly. "Do you remember what I said?" she asked. "I remember," Le Yang's heart tightened. "You said you'd call I've been waiting for your call..." Perhaps her current boyfriend is truly much better than him, and he'd been preparing himself for a blow lately. Winnie was silent for a while on the other end of the phone. "You really want me to find someone?" she asked. "No, no, don't you understand..." Le Yang said urgently. “Yes, I’ve thought a lot these past few days about us,” Winnie said. “If I really did that , I think I would regret it. After all, the child is innocent. You don’t know… During the time I was away, our daughter missed you so much. She kept asking for her dad every day, wanting to find her dad!” Le Yang felt a stiffness in his neck, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it difficult to speak. “I missed you both too—” “Speaking of us, the problem was more with me than with you. You know how boring it is to stay at home all day, and you can’t find a job, so I often felt dissatisfied. I often got angry and inexplicably snapped at you, remember?” Winnie spoke fluently, showing that she had thought things through carefully. “Sigh, I don’t know either,” Le Yang said. He paused, then continued, “You probably felt that life was too mundane, and I didn’t care about you enough!” He wasn’t without fault either. “Yes, even though I’m a mother now, my heart hasn’t fully transitioned to that role. I keep thinking about our…when we were dating, forgetting that what we were facing was the life we were about to face!” Winnie let out a long sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. “I don’t blame you, I haven’t done enough either…” Besides self-reproach, he didn’t know what else to say. “No, you’ve done so well, silently bearing so much all by yourself, while I was too selfish, often ignoring your efforts,” she said. Leyang fell silent, listening intently to every word his wife spoke—perhaps these words were a good omen. Winnie talked for a long time, happily telling everyone that she had found a job in Nanchang, rented an apartment , and even brought Panpan's grandmother over to help take care of the child. "These days I've been busy with all sorts of things..." Winnie said, "Everything is arranged, but without you, it's not a complete family. I often dream about the times we were together, how happy we were back then..." Hearing this, Leyang took a deep breath. "So, I can come back?" he asked tentatively , mustering his . "I mustered up the courage to call you because," Winnie paused, and Leyang's heart was in his throat, "to tell you that if you're willing... willing to come back to work, we can be together again— " she choked up, unable to continue. "I'm willing!" he said, the torment of the past two weeks finding relief in those three words. "Then come back!" Winnie sobbed softly on the other end of the phone. Le Yang listened silently, his heart a jumble of emotions, a mix of feelings. When his wife gradually calmed down, he said, "Don't cry!" Thinking about his current situation, he felt deeply ashamed. Thankfully, his wife was thousands of miles away and couldn't see his expression. "You know," he said, "if I were to resign now, it would take about a month for the resignation to be approved." He couldn't possibly tell her that he had contracted a sexually transmitted disease. "It could take two months if things go slowly."

" A month, you know, the company's really busy right now, we're short-staffed," he said. The doctor said to come back for a check-up in two months,
and hopefully his manhood will be fully healed by then. There was no need to worry, there was no need to wait two months!

"Okay, then two months it is," Winnie said helplessly. "My daughter and I are waiting for you, waiting for you to come back!" Le

Yang heard his daughter's chattering beside him. "Let the little darling answer the phone!" Le Yang said impatiently. His daughter answered the phone, "Daddy! Daddy!" An angelic voice came from the receiver. He held back his tears, repeatedly calling "Baby" into the receiver. He told his daughter he would be back soon and promised to buy her a teddy bear bigger than herself. After hanging up, Le Yang felt like a different person, his whole body filled with fresh blood. The gloom that had been shrouding his heart finally dissipated, and all the sadness that had accumulated over the past two weeks vanished without a trace. Now it's all better, all better. Now, Leyang's only worry is: " What if my manhood isn't cured in two months?" No amount of regret will change anything! Two months is already a light punishment for him . Anyway, thank goodness, he's leaving this place! Oh, in two more months, he'll be going home ! Life has taken a small turn before them, one that's hard for both of them to bear. The memories of beautiful love are gone; what's more important in marriage is learning to cherish each other, like two lonely birds building a warm nest, not just to shelter from the wind and rain. [The End]

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