[Female students from art schools] (48)

Chapter 48. A woman's heartbreaking past. At school, Chen Duoduo and the other two rushed off to share their

joy of being actors for the first time, while I was kept behind by Zhang Yan under the pretext of organizing materials.

Zhang Yan drove her Audi and booked a private room at a very elegant restaurant in the city.

I sat opposite her.

The dishes were served quickly, light and simple, like a woman with a pure and unassuming nature,

gentle and tender , yet ultimately destined to be devoured by a man.

"Xiao Ruo, don't be shy, eat!"

Zhang Yan greeted me with a smile. I lowered my head, picked up the food, and ate in utmost quiet.

Zhang Yan poured me a drink, and as she put down the glass, she slowly said, "Xiao Ruo, would you like to hear

my story?"

I looked up blankly, and when I saw the utterly sincere look in Zhang Yan's eyes, I replied,

"Sister Yan, if you believe I'm someone you can confide in, then please tell me."

Zhang Yan nodded bitterly. She put down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hand, and quietly looked at me before

beginning to tell me a story that I found somewhat unbelievable.

Zhang Yan is 28 years old this year and also graduated from our school. After graduation, because of her

strong professional skills, she often brought in students for the school, and she was also very familiar with various film crews,

often introducing our school's students to internships. In addition,

she had many connections in arranging and preparing for many model shows, hotel openings, and various banquets and events in the city.

Therefore, the school gave her the position of director of the admissions office.

When Zhang Yan told me all this, I was truly astonished. A woman, only 28 years old,

could be so outstanding and sophisticated, driving her own Audi—it was definitely an

inspirational story of youth.

"Don't you think I'm amazing?"

Zhang Yan asked me that night.

I nodded, without saying anything.

Zhang Yan smiled. "Yes, amazing. I really am amazing. Sometimes I even think so myself."

Her smile was bitter, and in the end, a tear welled up. She quickly wiped it away with a tissue, then

forced a smile, as if she didn't want me to see a Zhang Yan who only knew how to cry.

Zhang Yan continued her story.

Zhang Yan was born into a happy family of three. Both her parents had enviable jobs.

That year, when she was 14, her father, on his way back from a business trip, collided with a long-haul truck

. Her father died instantly. At that moment, Zhang Yan told me she felt like the sky had fallen. Her mother felt

the same way; the widow and her child clung to each other, weeping for countless nights.

The following year, her mother married a man through a friend's matchmaking. Zhang Yan thought she might

be able to rediscover the feeling of having a father again, but she was completely wrong. The man who

married her mother was only after her mother's relatively comfortable life and her alluring

body.

That year, her mother was just thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Because she hadn't done much physical labor, her

body still possessed a captivating charm that aroused men. Full breasts, a shapely bottom, and delicate

features—the allure of a mature woman was undeniable.

Zhang Yan told me that in the first month after their marriage, the man had sex with her

mother five or six times almost every day, sometimes at night, sometimes in the morning, sometimes even at noon…

She said the man was obsessed with her mother's body and would only be

satisfied when her mother was completely exhausted. Zhang Yan lived in the room next to her mother's, and at night, she could often hear the

deadly : the man's deep murmurs and her mother's moans of pain and pleasure.

At that time, Zhang Yan felt her mother was happy.

However, this happiness was short-lived. A little over a year later, the man became increasingly cruel. He was no longer satisfied

with simple sexual love; he began to torment Zhang Yan's mother in various cruel and inhumane ways.

Zhang Yan said that from that time on, she often saw bruises on her mother's body and saw her silently shedding

tears behind her back.

Dark clouds completely enveloped this family, but it wasn't over yet. The man became addicted to

gambling and began to slowly exploit the family for money.

Zhang Yan wept bitterly, "Xiao Ruo, do you know? All the money in our family

was earned , but that man squandered it all. All of it is like a knife stabbing into

my mother's and my hearts. Those years felt like a nightmare every day. Even now, I still think about the past

; it haunts me. If you think that's not painful enough, then

what that heartless bastard did next was even more outrageous. It was a summer noon in my second year of high school.

I was taking a nap in my room, and in my drowsy state, I felt someone enter my room. Suddenly, a pair of large

hands touched my chest. I opened my eyes and saw his wolfish eyes. He pressed down on me,

tore my shirt, pulled down my pants, and ripped my... "Pants!" I screamed, grabbed him, bit

him, and finally, my mother broke down the door and rescued me with a kitchen knife...

Incredible! I finally understood the meaning of that sentence. Zhang Yan's life story was so similar to mine. Yes,

our fathers both died in car accidents. The difference was that her mother survived, but for her or her

mother, life might really be worse than death. What was the difference between that bastard who tormented her and her mother and my beastly

uncle?

In the end, we were both the most unfortunate women in this world.

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