Mo Yan in the Book 26 - 30

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26 Run Away Kitty:

Morning came and the first rays of sunlight slipped into the black decorated bedroom. The air was filled with the scent of obscenity. On the bed, a woman with a lovely figure was curled up in the middle. Her face was covered with her black hair.

Through the veil of her hair, one could see that the woman was gorgeous. The lower half of her body was covered with the black silk sheets while her white back was exposed. Her body was covered in bruises; red, blue-green and purple. It was not difficult to see that she had experienced instense lust.

‘Uhn…’ Mo Yan opened her eyes and sat up. 

She looked around at the strange environment. Her hands trembled as they touched the bruises on her body. She could not hold back the tears. Her face was full of confusion and despair. She pulled at her hair and hit her head with her hand. She buried her face in her knees and cried.

‘Go home. Go home…I need to go home.’ She raised her head and pulled off the bed sheet. Her eyes eyes were empty as she muttered. The thought that she would get home seemed to be the only thing keeping her moving. Her body that had been ravaged was weak. She scrambled off the bed by willpower alone. She stumbled around till she found her clothes and covered the traces of violent sex. She stumbled onto her high heels, and opened the door and looked about. Seeing there was no one about and she quickly ran to the lift.

With a cheerful ding, the door opened and she was in the main hall of the Palace. She rushed out of the hall, ignoring the surprise and derision of passers-by. She caught a taxi and gave the address for her home. Her frightened eyes kept looking around. She could see the driver casting glances at her from the rearview mirror. She brushed down the red dress and clenched her hand on her knee to keep calm. Trembling, she looked out the window and put her thumb between her teeth trying to use the pain to supress the fear. From the driver’s point of view the woman supported her face with her hands.

‘We are here, Miss. The fare is 100yuan.’

They had pulled up to the drive of a wealthy home.

‘I’m sorry, I lost my wallet. Can you wait while I get money from my family? I’m really sorry.’ She said calmly, giving him an elegant smile.

‘Yes,’ he agreed looking to the gorgeous house and nodded, believing that this young woman was of a rich family and she would not cheat him casually.

Mo Yan walked up to the door and rung the door bell, she used her fingers to comb her hair and patted her clothes to make sure she looked fine. When the door open, she wore a charming smile.

‘Oh my! Eldest miss, how come you came back by yourself? How dangerous. Next time, make sure you call home so I can send the driver to pick you up. How could you play out all night? It doesn’t matter, Aunty will cook you something nice to eat. Go up to your room and have a good rest. I’ll call the madam and sir to let them know you’re home.’ Their housekeeper spoke a mile a minute. She had been with their family since before she was born. She was just like her family, her eyes could not hide her worries and concern.

‘No, no need, don’t call mom and dad, I don’t want them to rush back from their trip. By the way, Aunty, I lost my purse and mobile phone. The taxi hasn’t been paid yet.’ Mo Yan said loudly, surprising her Aunt.

‘Aunt will pay, you go to your room and rest.’ She quickly went to find her wallet.

‘I’ll go ahead. I’m so tired from staying awake all night. Wake me up when it’s time to eat, but don’t call mom and dad. Let them have a good time.’ Mo Yan said with a bright smile.

‘Alright, Auntie would not fight you. Go to bed and rest. When you’re hungry, please call me.’ She said patting her hair with her work roughened hands. She turned around and went out to the taxi.

Alas, eldest miss has grown up. When she was in a bad mood, she would call her mother and father to cry over them. Now she didn’t want to worry her parents. Young Miss didn’t want to tell them for now, so neither would she. 

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‘It looks like the she ran away. What a naughty kitty.’ Ye Hanyu looked down at the empty bed with a fox smile, narrowed his eyes dangerously and walked away. (Zuben: First; two drinks for fox smile and dangerous eyes. Secondly; like she’s stupid enough to hang around to get raped some more)

27 Go to Sleep:

Once she shut her bedroom door behind her, she fell against it and slid down to the floor. She threw off the high heels. Her ankles were red from abrasions from all the running.

She looked around in fear, but realising she was in familiar surrounding made her feel safer.

After a little while on the floor, she rose and went into her bathroom. Mo Yan sat in her bathrub without taking off her clothes and let the hot water pour over her. She stared blankly at the wall in front of her.

Suddenly, she paled as though she remembered something. She parted her legs and looked between them at the red sore flesh. Her expression turned ferocious, the stabbed her fingers in and twisted. No matter if it hurt, she kept provoking her pleasure. Suddenly after a swift spasm, she squirted her own flower fluid and the white cum of the unknown men. She leaned back in the bath gasping. She put on a grim expression, but her eyes were mad, she inserted her fingers again and again making more turbidity flow out of her until it ran clear. Then she let go, her small hole now injured by her fingernails. (Zuben: I don’t recommend this as a form of contraception.)

She ripped off the dress, and rubbed the bruises and marks hard trying to erase what had happened. But she couldn’t. Seeing her body criss-crossed with bruises, she fell to her knees covered her face and started crying. The tears fell into the bath and were washed away with the water.

‘Go to sleep. It was just a dream…when you wake up, it will be just a dream.’ She didn’t know how long she had sat in the bath crying. But she dragged herself up, dried her body, put on her pyjamas. Ignoring her hair still dripping with water; she got into her bed, trying to pretend no such thing happened to her. She closed her eyes, but she was still frowning. There were tears on her pale face. She curled up into a ball around her pillow and buried her face in it.

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‘Auntie, has Yan-yan returned?’ That evening, the gorgeous Mo couple returned home looking happy. The first thing Meng Xin asked about was her baby,

‘Madame, Eldest lady returned this morning, but she has been sleeping since. I have become worried about her.’

‘Oh? She’s been sleeping till now? I’ll go and look in on her. Yuhao please take my things to our room.’ She handed her bag to her husband before rushing off in her high heels to Mo Yan’s room.

She gave a gentle knock before entering, ‘Yan-yan, Mom’s coming in.’

She peeked into the dark bedroom to see a form huddled in the middle of the bed. Meng Xin went over to sit on the bed beside her daughter. She placed a hand on Mo Yan’s forehead and felt that she had a high temperature.

She quickly rushed back out, ‘Auntie! Call Doctor Chen to come quickly, Yan-yan has a high fever.’

‘Right away, Madame!’ Auntie looked worried as she rushed off to call the doctor.

‘How’s our baby?’ Yuhao came into Mo Yan’s room in a rush after dropping off their things.

‘Wait, you stay outside first.’ Meng Xin ordered. She was afraid what she had seen was wrong. It couldn’t possibly be true. Her fingers trembled as she parted Mo Yan’s slightly exposed collar. When she saw her daughter’s white skin crisscrossed with purple and blue bruises that looked like fingers, and redness and swelling, she panicked. Anger and fear battled as she pulled off the covers trying not to wake her baby. She gently lifted the hem of Mo Yan’s night dress, and saw her swollen belly, and her inner thigh marked with blue and green finger-marks and ambiguous red dots. She quickly put the bed things back together again, not wanting her daughter to catch her death of cold.

She was shaking when she closed the door behind her.

‘My baby,’ she cried, falling into her husband’s arms, ‘Yan-yan…my baby.’ She clung to his clothes and cried, beating against her husband’s chest.

‘What happened to our baby? Tell me.’ He demanded, but his arms held onto her so she did not sink to the ground in a display of despair.

‘Our daughter, something bad happened, our daughter was...was assaulted...’ she sobbed, ‘I didn’t take care of her…my daughter!’ She cried blaming herself for what had happened.

‘What? Who did it? I am going to kill him!’ A surge of anger filled Yuhao and his expression became cold and scary.

‘Yuhao, investigate what happened to Yan-yan yesterday.’ Meng Xin was suddenly in combat mode, she wiped her tears, ‘Make sure they are discreet. I’ll tell you when Dr Chen has examined her.’

‘Yes, Xin-er, we can’t break down, Yan-yan still needs us.’ He said before kissing her forehead to comfort her. His broad shoulder gave her strength to rely on. But his eyes were cold as he fell deep in thought. 

28 Waste:

The night stole over the city, and a gentle breeze blew through the windows. Mo Yan lay in the centre of her big bed, and crystal sweat flowed down her face. (Zuben: Chick needs to be mined)

Her small face flushed from fever looked pitiful.

A drip was connected to the crook of her elbow.

A middle-aged man in a doctor’s robe parted her eyelids, passing a doctor’s penlight to observe the pupil’s reaction. After he was done, he shook his head and sighed,

‘Dr Chen, how is my daughter?’

‘Mrs Mo, I’m sorry but her current mental state is not stable. You should watch over her closely. I have also prescribed some medication, remember to give them to her at the correct times.’ Dr Chen’s expression was grave. It was an admission that, alas, a young beautiful girl has suffered such cruel things. (Zuben: Did he perform a full examination? I’m not a mental health expert but can you find out the mental state of an unconscious person by pupil dilation?)

Meng Xin cried, ‘My daughter. My child.’

Meng Xing touched Mo Yan’s pale face. After a long time, she wiped the tears on her face and kissed her daughter’s forehead. She eyes were full of forebearance and anger.’

‘Did you find out who did it?’ she burst into Yuhao’s study without thought of etiquette.

‘Not yet, but I learned from Xiaoyu that Fang Qianxin claimed our daughter was drunk so she decided to go home first. I’ll investigate what may have happened in the Palace from my friends.’ Mo Yuhao was full of anger; his usually neat hair was out of place and falling over his forehead from combing his and through his hair in frustration.

‘Fang Qianxin? Fang Qianxin? Isnt that our baby’s good friend? I’ll call her and ask what happened. While you’re investigating, you should beware of the fact that no one knows the origin behind the hall. So please keep a low profile to avoid trouble.’

‘I will. How is she?’

‘After the check-up, Dr Chen said her spirit is hurt, and to let her sleep.’ She sobbed, ‘Why did this happen to my child?’ She wished they could find out who did it right away, before she woke, so they could cut him to pieces.

Yuhao came out of his chair to her side, and hugged her, ‘Everything will be alright.’ He said quietly. She did not see the sadness and pain in his eyes, because he was the spiritual pillar of the family. (Zuben: Riiight)

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The mobile rang insistently.

Fang Qianxin looked down at the insistently flashing mobile phone with disdain for a long time, before picking up the call.

‘Hello, Auntie?’ She said in an innocent tone, ‘How have you been? How may I help?’

But her eyes flashed a cruel light as her fingers twirled in the air.

‘Hello, Qianxin, Auntie just wanted to ask you; did you help Yan-yan to the car last night?’

‘Yes, I did. I took her to the car to send her home at about… nine ‘o’clock. And I got a call from Yan-yan at around ten to say she had gotten home. Is something wrong? I do hope she’s feeling alright, she drank so much yesterday.’

‘Oh, I see. Yan-yan is resting. Auntie understands. Thank you for your help.’ Meng Xin said before promptly hanging up.

Meng Xin did not believe what Qianxin had said, but she could only wait for her daughter to wake up to verify things.

What a useless fuck! She hadn’t expected that waste of a man to let Mo Yan escape, but from Meng Xin’s call, it seems the bitch was raped. Thank you, whoever you are, for raping her. 

Ahem. 

She had spent so much money on that aphrodisiac pill which could not be cured by a hospital.

Last night, after she confirmed their friends had returned to their respective homes, Qianxin returned, retrieved Mo Yan’s phone and called herself from it. And then asked her hired henchman to throw Mo Yan’s purse and phone anywhere in the Palace, to create an illusion that Mo Yan tricked her about going home, but remained in the Palace.

 29 Mom’s here:

‘Just asked Fang Qianxin, she said she sent Yan-yan home and got a call from her to say she had got home. How is progress on your end?’

‘No progress. You need to rest so you can have more strength. I will wait for news.’ Yuhao said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and drank strong coffee to keep him alert.

‘Alright, call for me if you hear anything.’ She stroked his shoulders and neck before leaving the study.

Morning came, bringing the sun – shining into the Mo Yan’s bedroom. Meng Xin frowned and slowly woke. She felt a little relieved when she looked at her daughter beside her. She kissed her frown and left the room.

Mo Yan woke staring blankly at the red silk canopy. The pain in her privates made her know that it had not been a dream. Tears poured out of her eyes. The scenes from that crazy night filled her mind. She suddenly heard footsteps outside coming close.

She curled up to protect herself and stared at the door in horror.

Meng Xin burst in. Her daughter looked like a frightened little beast, her black eyes were wide with fear.

‘It’s alright, Mom’s here, it’s okay.’ She said trying to reach for her.

Mo Yan looked at her as though she didn’t know her. As she moved to her, Mo Yan shrank back creeping to the edge of the bed. She could only stay in one place and try to comfort her.

‘Ah, go away!’ Mo Yan shouted.

But sensing an opening, Meng Xin stepped forward and hugged her. She did not expect Mo Yan to struggle, as though she was stranger.

‘My darling, it’s mother. Don’t you recognise your own mother? It’s okay, you’re safe.’ Holding on despite Mo Yan’s resistance, her tears falling on Mo Yan’s frightened face.

She didn’t know how long but Mo Yan no longer resisted. She buried her face in her mother’s bosom surrounded by her familiar scent. She suddenly clung onto her clothes, and began to cry, ‘Mom! Mom…’

‘Yes, Yan-yan, it’s me. It’s Mom, don’t be afraid. Mom is with you. It will be alright.’ She said softly. Her gentle tones soothed Mo Yan, bolstering her spirit. Meng Xin patted her back gently, and she felt like she was a young girl again. She cried in her mother’s arms.

She didn’t know if it’s because she was tired or because she had calmed down. Mo Yan’s sobs subsided a little, but her hands still clung to her mother’s clothes.

Afraid to sob herself in case she woke Mo Yan up, tears ran out of her eyes. She clenched her lips and did not dare cry out. Yuhao entered the room, and sat beside them. He kissed her tears. And kissed both women’s forehead softly like the touch of a dragonfly skimming water, and hugged them both to his broad chest, giving them a sense of security.

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‘Who did it?’ Mu Zeyuan asked. He was sitting lazily on an Italian leather sofa with his arm across the back. He had a glass of wine in his hand.

‘It’s the Fang daughter, Fang Qianxin.’ Xiao Muchen replied, stirring the wine in his glass. His dark eyes are full of absolute control over people and things. (Zuben: Even if this is supposed to be exaggerated, this line is rather stupid)

There was a knock, and a man in a black suit entered the room, and bowed stiffly to the five men. He waited for their permission to speak.

‘Boss, we found that a person is looking for information about goings on in the Palace.’ He said tersely, before falling silent waiting for his orders.

‘Who?’ Gong Qiye asked. He was still dressed in his uniform sitting upright on the sofa. He was a man with an aura of oppression.

‘It’s the head of the Mo family, Mo Yuhao.’

‘Oh? Let him check, but don’t let him find anything.’ Situ Yi folded one arm over his chest and the other hand stroked his lip.

‘Yes, sir!’ the man gave another stiff bow, and walked out.

Previously, as long as someone tried to investigate the Palace, that person was socially destroyed or killed. (Zuben: What the hell for?!) Although, he had doubts in his heart, he followed the orders of these men, after all, they were the masters of the Palace. (Zuben: *eyes roll out of her head. Come back, eyes, I need you!) 

30 Recording:

 (Zuben: For those who have read ahead, I cannot for the life of me bring myself to have these men call her ‘the baby’ or ‘our baby’ – just too creepy. They are already creeps, let’s not make it worse.)

‘She seems to be looking for our kitty’s whereabouts. Did the cameras capture her?’

‘This Fang woman is really smart; she knew that even the head of the Mo family would not be able to get a copy of the security recordings, but she also threw kitty’s bag back in the hall.’ Xiao Muchen stared coldly at drink in his hand before downing it. His eyes were cold and fierce.

‘Keep the recording first, and deal with that woman for our girl. Let the Mo family find her bag.’ Zeyuan said his green eyes squinting at the monitor with interest.

‘The precondition is that our kitty will come to us. But not right away, I have heard that she’s not mentally stable. It’s better to do this later, so she isn’t over affected and breaks down.’ Situ Yi said looking at the other men.

‘Did you find out why she was drugged? Does she owe whatsername, Fang Qianxin, salary?’

‘Well it’s because of Long Aotian. Our girl is Long Aotian’s fiancée, but Long Aotian has not been faithful and Fang Qianxin egged Mo Yan into fighting the women beside him.’ (Zuben: Like really, Who gave them this information? The author?)

Hearing the name Long Aotian, the men had various expressions of displeasure on their faces.

‘But oddly, Mo Yan decided to break the engagement.’

The annoyance in their hearts vanished,

‘Her mind probably cleared up. Is the cancellation official?’ Zeyuan asked pushing up his glasses.

‘Almost; something is holding things up, but not for long.’ Situ Yi said before taking a sip of his drink, his tone was decisive.

‘By the way,’ Gong Qiye interjected, dusting an invisible speck on his uniform trousers, ‘I found out something that might be of interest; Long Aotian, Ling Zifeng, Ouyang Che and Ouyang Yu all like one commoner girl. That woman is now living in Long Aotian’s private villa.

(Zuben: Their informants must be psychic, all these pertinent details, just waiting to be shared.)

‘Oh, that’s good!’ Ye Hanyu said, ‘Let him break his engagement with our kitty.’ Thinking of Mo Yan having nothing to do with Long Aotian put a happy smile on his face.

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‘Mr Mo, this is your daughter’s bag.’ The man in black glanced left and right before surreptitiously handing over the clutch bag and phone.

‘Thank you. But where you able to get anything on the cameras.’

‘No way! I could only bring the bag out. The security measures in the Palace are tight. Usually bags and mobile phones left behind are destroyed, to avoid breaching visitors’ privacy.’

After he drove away from the Palace, Mo Yunhao switched on Mo Yan’s phone with trembling hands. He could see that there was a call to Fang Qianxin at about 10pm. But the truth of it could only be confirmed when Mo Yan was stable.

Damn! Even though he was one of the high ranking families, there was no way to get the CCTV recordings even with help.

Dragging his tired body to home, he collapsed into his wife’s arms, ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t worry. It’s okay. My husband is great.’ Meng Xin held him to her bosom and patted his broad back. She felt a wetness on her clothes. She looked down to see her blouse wet with his tears. She kissed him in his hair.

After a shower, he handed Mo Yan’s bag to Meng Xin, and watched her read the call records. His eyes drooped and his heart felt like it was weighted down by a big stone.

‘Honey, even though there is a call. I still believe she incited this. But there is no evidence. We have no evidence.’ Meng Xin’s tears dropped onto the screen of the phone. Her eyes were full of resentment at the name Fang Qianxin.

Yunhao sat beside her and hugged her; the heavy sadness did not lift for a long time.

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