The place where Lin Qingyan grew up was called Dao Town. In the early 1980s, Dao Town was still poor and chaotic. There were countless gangsters on the streets. Even kids in their teens would fight for fun.
Lin Qingyan, who was seven years old, was undoubtedly the one who was bullied the most. His family was too poor, and he was thin, silent, and shriveled like a bean sprout. Therefore, older kids would often teach Lin Qingyan a lesson as a way to vent their adolescent hormones and anger.
However, this was nothing to Lin Qingyan. What he was most afraid of was coming home from school every day to see his father holding a bottle of wine and looking at him fiercely with blue veins popping out. At this time, there would always be a beating. Once, he was directly knocked out by his father with a stool. When he woke up, it was already dark, and his father was nowhere to be found. He wrapped a towel around his head for a long time before the blood stopped flowing. In a daze, he took a stool and stood on the stove to cook.
However, all of this changed when he was ten years old. Because one day, his father finally drank himself to death. Perhaps it was because the body was carried by the neighbors that day, and everyone in the town saw his father's ghostly pale face, the other children no longer dared to bully him. They took a detour when they saw him, calling him "Death Star" behind his back.
For the first time, little Lin Qingyan felt that death was a good thing.
He began to live with his grandfather. His grandfather only had a few acres of land. In order to pay for his studies, he dragged his old body to work under the hot sun every day. Lin Qingyan would go to help his grandfather after school. But he was still very, very poor. Lin Qingyan always wore old clothes that could not be washed properly. For lunch, he only ate a big steamed bun and a little vegetables and tofu.
But there were also people who were especially good to him. A female teacher in her thirties, whose son was the same age as him, often called him home for lunch. This was the time when Lin Qingyan ate the most. He felt that he was happy every day as if he was in "heaven". During this time, his height also began to grow rapidly. He suddenly jumped more than ten centimeters, and finally looked like a normal child. His originally dispirited grades gradually improved. Most of the time, he was still quiet. But on the day of his teacher's birthday, he carefully finished a piece of birthday cake at her house and gave her a hand-drawn greeting card. There was a sentence written on the card: "Teacher, when I grow up, I will definitely repay you. I swear. "The homeroom teacher cried.
However, good times didn't last long. In the second year of junior high, the head teacher was transferred away. The newcomer was a male teacher in his late twenties. His name was Du Tie, and he graduated from a teacher's college. He was very handsome. The homeroom teacher specifically told Du Tie to take good care of Lin Qingyan. He even secretly left Du Tie a sum of money. Although it was not much, it was enough to cover Lin Qingyan's food expenses for a semester. Du Tie readily agreed, looking at Lin Qingyan with a kind gaze like the spring breeze and bright moon.
After school at noon, Du Tie would ask Lin Qingyan to go to his dormitory. The teacher's cafeteria only required one yuan to buy a big bowl of food, so he would buy a little more every day and share it with Lin Qingyan. Every week, Qing Yan would pick fresh vegetables from his family's vegetable garden and send them over. After school, if he went with his grandfather to pick up cans and mineral water bottles, he would give all of it to Du Tie as living expenses. Du Tie accepted all of them and patted his head, praising him for being sensible.
It happened on a summer afternoon. As usual, he held the lunch box and went to Du Tie's place. The weather that day was especially hot. Du Tie only wore a pair of shorts, revealing his fair and broad back. He sat on the bed, watching TV and smoking. The electric fan was whirring.
Lin Qingyan held the lunch box and sat on a small stool to eat. After a while, he suddenly noticed Du Tie smiling at him. "You're a boy, why aren't you sweating at all?"
At that time, Lin Qingyan was thirteen years old, and his face had already matured. His skin was like his mother's, a very fine and uniform kind of white. His slender eyebrows and eyes were like ink strokes on his face. Hearing the teacher's words, his face turned slightly red. He only smiled and did not say anything.
After eating, he wanted to return to the classroom. Du Tie patted his shoulder. "Take a nap here. You sleep on the bed. I still need to prepare the lesson plan."
Lin Qingyan was embarrassed, so of course, he said no. Du Tie pushed him onto the bed, got up, sat in front of the table, and began to work.
Compared to the blazing sun in the classroom, it was really cool and comfortable with the mat and the fan blowing. Lin Qingyan quickly fell asleep. He also had a dream. He dreamt that he was standing in the paddy field. The sun was above his head, and it was extremely hot. Suddenly, a fish jumped out of the field and bit his thigh. It even drilled into his crotch, making him feel itchy and embarrassed …
Lin Qingyan opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was that the curtains were closed, and the room was very dark. Then he felt a little cold on his thigh. He looked down and saw Du Tie's tall figure sitting on the edge of the bed. He was wearing his grandpa's shorts, very loose and old. Du Tie's hand reached into the open trousers and was rubbing his butt.
Their eyes met. Du Tie's face was a little red, and his eyes were strange and a little scary. The room was so quiet, but Lin Qingyan felt like he was thrown into a dark and turbulent river. He was confused and scared.
"Qingyan, teacher wants to …" Before Du Tie could finish his words, he had already kicked him in the chest. He stumbled out of the bed, opened the door, and ran out.
The remaining one and a half years of middle school were very difficult for Lin Qingyan.
Du Tie did not dare to force him to do anything, but when he asked Lin Qingyan to go to his dormitory, Lin Qingyan never went. He even asked him to go to the office. If there was only Du Tie in the office, Lin Qingyan would turn around and leave. From that day until he graduated from middle school, Lin Qingyan did not say a word to him. Even when he was called to ask questions in class, he was stubborn and silent.
Of course, Du Tie also paid him back. His seat was moved to the last row, and he was blocked by a group of tall and strong children who did not study well. Most of the time, he could not hear what the teacher was saying, and he could not see the blackboard. His grades plummeted. This gave Du Tie an excuse to criticize him. He scolded him in front of the whole class that he did not want to make progress and only knew how to be bad.
And Du Tie's eyes were always cold and sarcastic. He was like a sinister snake that did not dare to attack you head-on and only dared to bite you in the dark.
…
One day, the uncle in the school's reception office called Lin Qingyan.
It was the former teacher. Her voice was as gentle as before, but Lin Qingyan was much quieter than before.
Towards the end, the teacher choked with sobs. "Qingyan, how did you learn to be bad? I heard that you always hang out with those gangsters, and your mind is not on studying anymore. How did it become like this? "
For the first time in his life, Lin Qingyan felt pain. How did it become like this?
How could a fifteen-year-old boy speak?
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyan walked to the classroom in a daze. At that time, he was already very tall, thin, and pale. He was usually gloomy and quiet, and his classmates would avoid him when they saw him. When he passed by the teacher's dormitory, he saw Du Tie put his hand on the shoulder of another short boy and walked into the dormitory. Lin Qingyan recognized him as a junior high student. He had a thin face, big eyes, and was always smiling foolishly. His family was also very poor.
Lin Qingyan stood under the mottled tree in the sun, watching the door of the dormitory close behind Du Tie. After a while, he saw that the curtains were drawn.
That day, Lin Qingyan only ate a steamed bun and two big bowls of vegetable soup. Suddenly, he felt nauseous. He leaned against the tree and vomited.
After that day, Lin Qingyan began to study hard. Despite the foul atmosphere around him and Du Tie's sarcasm, he still managed to get into a key high school in the county with the best grades in the town. Later, even the leader of the students sitting next to him patted him on the shoulder and said to others, "This is my buddy. He is very good. From now on, no one is allowed to bully him in Dao Town."
Of course, Du Tie didn't have the chance to bully him anymore. In fact, he hadn't seen Du Tie for a long time since he entered high school.
The last time they met was many years later when he inherited Boss Qin's wealth and became a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong. He returned to Dao Town to invest. At that time, he was already very familiar with the art of killing.
He stayed in Dao Town for a month, and Du Tie disappeared for a whole month. During that time, Lin Qingyan attended various activities organized by the town government during the day, and returned to the basement of the villa at night, watching Du Tie wailing in pain. He was also the only one who was tortured to death by Lin Qingyan. His body was cut into small pieces and burned, and his ashes were scattered under the tree in the school.
These were all things that happened later. Lin Qingyan's entire high school years were quiet and hard working. Many girls sent him love letters, but he never responded.
Lin Qingyan entered the university alone.
His grandfather sold the two broken tiled houses at home to pay for his first year's tuition. From then on, the grandfather and grandson were completely destitute. When he went to work in the county during the summer, his grandfather died in the straw shed by the side of the field. When he came back, the body had been smelly for a few days. No one cared for it in the field.
There was no lack of land in the countryside. He carried the body for a whole day, deep in the mountains, and dug a hole to bury his grandfather.
He didn't feel sad. His grandfather would die one day. The sooner he died, the sooner he could be free.
Lin Qingyan studied mathematics in university. That was the second happiest period of his life.
He loved mathematics in high school, and now he could finally immerse himself in it. He thought mathematics was beautiful, simple, clean, and infinitely mysterious. This kind of mystery could not be understood by laymen. He was the only one who indulged in it.
But there were also times when he was unhappy. Because in his junior year, he fell in love with a girl.
The male dormitory in university was full of hormones. Lin Qingyan was not as calm as he looked at the couples around him, even with the curtains hanging in the male dormitory. He would also hold his desire under the blanket, bury his face in the pillow, and suppress his sweat and breathing. He was a spy who could not see the light.
University girls were not as innocent as high school girls. Everyone knew that Lin Qingyan was poor. He worked three jobs every day to support himself and had to apply for student loans every year. There were also a few girls who pursued him, but Lin Qingyan was indifferent.
He liked the purest girl in the entire department. She was not necessarily the most beautiful, but she had a white and soft oval face and eyes as dark as ink. She wore a beautiful bohemian dress, and her smile was as bright and clear as spring water.
On the eve of the graduation party, the girl left early, and no one noticed. Lin Qingyan followed her quietly, walking and walking. He wanted to confess to her.
When he reached the east gate of the university, he saw her get into a luxurious car. The man in the car was about forty years old and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He hugged her waist and lowered his head to kiss her honey-colored lips.
Lin Qingyan stood under the shadow of the trees and watched the car drive away. For the second time in his life, he felt disgusted. On that summer afternoon a few years ago, the sound of the electric fan and the dark room, the feeling of Du Tie's soft and strong hands caressing his buttocks became vivid and clear again. Lin Qingyan squatted in the tree pit outside the school gate, vomiting into a mess.
The world was so dirty, where could there be a clean sky and a clean land?
Lin Qingyan's university was not bad, but it was not the best in the country. The employment situation of mathematics graduates was not very good. However, he did not want to study as he did not want to be poor in school for the rest of his life.
His years of hard work did not go to waste. He finally got his wish to enter the best investment company in the country as an assistant analyst. Although the position was low, the income was very good. He became the object of envy of his classmates.
It was also that year that he met Qin Shuhua.
It was a day in September when the local branch received news that the chairman of the group would come from Hong Kong to inspect the business. The entire investment department went to the lobby of the magnificent first floor to welcome him. Lin Qingyan had the lowest seniority, so he stayed in the department.
When Qin Shuhua walked in, the large office was so quiet that Lin Qingyan did not hear her footsteps. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged woman with light makeup standing at the door, looking at him.
Lin Qingyan could tell people's status at a glance. Seeing that she was well-dressed and had diamond earrings on her earlobes, he smiled politely. "Who are you looking for?"
Qin Shuhua immediately smiled. It turned out that there were people in the company who did not know the chairman.
A large group of people quickly followed. When the department manager saw President Qin standing at the side with a faint smile and Lin Qingyan sitting still, he immediately facepalmed. "Xiao Lin, quickly pour tea for the chairman."
Lin Qingyan had just joined the company last month and indeed, he did not know all the faces of the company's leaders. His pale face was a little red, and he immediately got up to pour tea.
Qin Shuhua waved her hand. "No need." She did not look at the small character Lin Qingyan anymore and the large group of people left.
There were many kinds of good looks in a man. The twenty-two-year-old Lin Qingyan was not a handsome man who would amaze people at first glance. At first glance, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had delicate features, was tall and fair, and was quiet and gentle, making people feel comfortable when they looked at him.
However, Qin Shuhua still thought that Lin Qingyan was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She had seen too many men, and she could distinguish Lin Qingyan from ordinary people at a glance. The boy's delicate and clean eyes gave people a dazzling feeling after looking at them for a long time. His dark and slender eyes contained too many things. He had a calmness that surpassed his peers, but he also had a childishness. He did not hide his ambition, but he seemed to be indifferent and disgusted with reality.
When Qin Shuhua looked at him, she felt like she was looking at herself when she started from scratch. For the first time in her life, she, who had been single for many years, felt that she wanted a man and wanted to occupy this extremely delicate and strange beauty.
Everything that happened after that was simply a game of cat and mouse with a great disparity in strength.
A month after Qin Shuhua inspected the branch office, Lin Qingyan was informed by his superiors that he would be transferred to Hong Kong to participate in a project at the headquarters.
"This is a great opportunity for promotion." The manager said, "Xiao Lin, you must seize it."
Lin Qingyan was not flattered. He was outstanding, and if there was a chance, he felt that he deserved it.
This project was said to be a strategic project of the company, and President Qin's assistant was directly responsible for it. Sometimes, when he was busy late, the assistant would directly ask Lin Qingyan to do some things, such as sending documents to President Qin, making coffee for him, or driving President Qin to the mall to go shopping. As time went by, Lin Qingyan and President Qin became familiar. He saw her decisiveness in the business world, and he also saw her exhaustion and loneliness after entertaining officials late at night. Gradually, his heart was filled with admiration for this strong woman.
The matter was revealed two months later. That day, the assistant drove him to the Ministry of Commerce to attend a cocktail party. This was also an opportunity for him to get in touch with people in the business world, and he cherished it. It was already very late when it ended. President Qin drank some wine, and after getting into the car, he was groggy. He wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but the assistant said, "Take care of President Qin in the back."
Lin Qingyan did not suspect anything. He sat next to Qin Shuhua and carefully poured water for her, handed her a towel, and covered her with a thin blanket. Qin Shuhua seemed to be half-drunk. She looked up at him with a smile on her lips.
When they turned a corner, Qin Shuhua's body tilted. Lin Qingyan quickly reached out to support her, and she fell on his shoulder.
Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was even. She was motionless. Lin Qingyan's body was a little stiff, but whether it was reasonable or polite, he could not push her away at this moment. He could only sit straight and put his hands on the back of the seat to avoid touching her body.
A forty-year-old woman's body was still soft, and there was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. Her face was leaning on his shoulder, separated by a thin shirt, and it seemed to be uncomfortable, so she gently rubbed against it.
The car was silent for a few minutes, and the assistant in the front seat acted as if he did not see anything. Lin Qingyan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, but in the end, he still spoke. "President Qin? President Qin? "
Qin Shuhua slowly raised her face. Her forehead, cheeks, and lips gently brushed against his young and warm neck and chin as she quietly looked at him.
Lin Qingyan's heart was like a snow-white lightning that instantly illuminated everything.
At this time, Qin Shuhua had already closed her eyes and was waiting. Her lips were less than a centimeter away from his. At the same time, a strong sense of sluggishness and drowsiness welled up in his heart. It was a clear thought — I can't refuse, I can only kiss her.
The car was so quiet, but Lin Qingyan's heart was like a raging storm. He trembled slightly and lowered his head. Noticing his movements, Qin Shuhua reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips up to his.
It was Lin Qingyan's first time kissing someone, but he did not feel anything at all. He only felt their wet and slippery tongues entwined together, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in Qin Shuhua's mouth. At the same time, he felt that a certain part of his body had begun to swell and harden. This reaction made him shudder, and the sense of shame that he had been ignored and suppressed was instantly overwhelming. He wanted to push Qin Shuhua away, but what he actually did was tilt his head and move his lips away. Their eyes met, and he looked at the fine lines at the corner of Qin Shuhua's eyes. Finally, a wave of nausea came over him.
He endured it, trying not to throw up. However, Qin Shuhua did not notice and thought that he was shy and nervous. She continued to lean her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Qingyan, I'm very happy."
When they finally arrived at President Qin's villa, he and his assistant helped President Qin out of the car. The assistant said, "Xiao Lin, send President Qin up."
However, he let go of her as if he had been electrocuted and took a step back. "I have something to do tomorrow morning, I'll go back with you."
Qin Shuhua did not speak. Just as the assistant was about to speak again, he heard him say, "Good night, President Qin. Good night, Chief Assistant. I'll leave first." He turned around and left. Immediately, the assistant's slightly displeased voice came from behind him. "You …" However, he did not finish his sentence. Perhaps he was stopped by Qin Shuhua. Lin Qingyan walked faster and faster, not caring if the people behind him were watching him or not. Soon, he left the villa.
The next morning, Lin Qingyan submitted his resignation letter to the company. At the same time, he took sick leave and did not go to work. Three days later, his assistant called, but he did not pick up and hung up. After a while, Qin Shuhua personally called, but he still did not pick up and directly turned off his phone.
A few days later, the resignation procedures were completed, but Qin Shuhua and the assistant did not show up again.
Many years later, when Lin Qingyan recalled this incident again, he understood that it was probably his overreaction that made Qin Shuhua angry, and she later used iron-fist methods to deal with him. If he had handled it better at that time, maybe Qin Shuhua would have let him go.
Of course, maybe not.
It was just that he was too humiliated at that time and did not want to face Qin Shuhua at all. It was not only because she used her position to covet him, but most importantly, he was blinded by greed and kissed her.
…
At this time, Lin Qingyan thought that this matter was over.
It was not until he went to several investment companies to apply for a job and was rejected even though he performed extremely well in the written interview that he felt that something was wrong. Later, someone leaked the news to him. "Why did you offend the Qin Group? They have already said that they want to blacklist you. "
Blacklist? For a boy who had graduated less than half a year ago, this word was very solemn. However, the truth was that it was a piece of cake for the dignified President Qin to blacklist a rookie in this industry.
Lin Qingyan was forced into a corner and could only go to some unknown small companies to look for a job. However, he studied mathematics. What could he do? Be a clerk? He received an extremely meager salary and worked with a group of extremely mediocre colleagues. The boss of the company even had to calculate the cost of a piece of paper with his employees.
However, even this kind of job could not last long. He was clearly the best at it, but he was inexplicably fired. Others were secretive about this, and he could only remain silent.
A few months later, he was finally forced into a dead end. He had to pay off his four-year student loan, and he did not have a single cent in his pocket. He starved for three whole days and wandered the streets. As for President Qin's people, they probably felt that the time was right and became even more brazen. They drove a few steps away from him and followed him.
He hardened his tone and went to each restaurant to look for him as a waiter. The restaurant owners saw that they did not dare to hire him at all.
In the evening, there was finally a restaurant that was willing to hire him. He ran back and forth in the hot and noisy little restaurant for the whole night. He did not even know when he fainted on the ground.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on a very soft bed. He had already changed into clean and comfortable clothes. It was a very luxurious room that overlooked the lights of the entire city.
There was a plate of food beside the bed. He got up and wolfed it down.
The night wind blew the white gauze curtain. Qin Shuhua sat behind the curtain and looked at him quietly and gently.
She did not speak, and neither did he.
After a long time, Qin Shuhua sighed softly. "Why did you do this? Qingyan, I can help you realize your dream. I can change your life. Not everyone in this world has such an opportunity. "
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