Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit - Chapter 9 - No Care Towards Women

Chapter 9 – No Care Towards Women

Genzi led him through a maze of turns and stopped in front of an obscure shop.

The two stood in front of the counter. Genzi staked his claim, telling him in advance, “Brother, Li Qing is mine. Don’t you dare pick her.”

Lu Qiang snorted disdainfully, “They’re all the same, don’t think too much.”

The boss was close with Genzi and found Lu Qiang a pretty woman as well as gave Genzi the keys to two neighboring rooms.

The boss usually renovated most of the rooms himself in these kinds of places. The rooms were separated not by a solid, cement wall, but thin wooden panels. The rooms had no privacy at all, even a sneeze could be heard by the room next door.

Of course, those who dared to come here weren’t worried about these issues.

Genzi took Li Qing into the room and was unable to resist kissing her a few times.

They met three years ago. It had been the first time Genzi had come to such a place, he had been quite young at that time and kind of out of place. Others, seeing him so dressed up, were reluctant to serve him. Luckily, Li Qing took him. She was honest and not at all cunning, and didn’t look down at him at all. She was meticulous and considerate the whole time.

And it was now their third year…

Li Qing pouted and avoided him playfully. The two immediately entangled themselves to each other and rolled onto the bed.

Genzi hadn’t even taken his clothes when suddenly a woman’s scream came from the room next door, followed by the sound of the iron bed hitting the wooden panels. The entire room rattled, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Genzi coughed abruptly and continued what he was doing.

He was absent-minded today, perhaps because of some ‘external stimulus’. He finished quickly. Even until the two were peacefully lying on the bed, the woman next door was still crying in pain, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

After listening for a while, the two inevitably became embarrassed. Li Qing didn’t say anything, her eyes dripping with hunger.

Genzi spooned her and said with a dry smile, “Frustrated. My brother’s just frustrated.”

Li Qing didn’t say anything.

Lu Qiang had not done this for a long time, around six or seven years.

He hadn’t been a good person in the first place. Before he went to prison, women flocked around him and refused to leave even when they were told to, he had never been to this type of place before. It was his first time here, he didn’t feel anything and women, to him, were the same anyway.

He tossed the woman around several times. She was quite happy when she first came in, but now she panted hard, on the verge of death. Her slender fingers covered his sturdy pectorals, rubbing her fingertips in a loving caress.

Lu Qiang grabbed both her wrists with one hair and held it in the air, preventing her from touching him.

He shrugged ruthlessly, staring deep into her eyes, his eyes cold, cruel. There was not one hint of tenderness in them.

In the final moments, Lu Qiang closed his eyes. A scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

… It was a cloudy day, in the rain and fog, at the intersection, a blurry figure in white.

In his ears was a ruthless voice that was on the verge of a breakdown yet composed. Then, he pictured her face clearly, pale and tender, full of sorrow. Hair wet and attached to her cheeks, droplets of water that he wasn’t sure was the rain or her tears, she looked to be in a sorry state. She stood alone in the curtain of rain, looking miserable and pitiful in her parted lips stained vermilion red.

Lu Qiang’s heart itched with an impulse. He continued looking.

She wore a white veil that meant loyalty. Her waist was slim and formed a tight curve from her hip to her calves. He couldn’t help but move his gaze upwards. Half of her chest was exposed, so pale that he could see the fine veins under her skin. Raindrops fell on the snow-white skin and naughtily slipped into the valley of her breasts…

He thought of the snow in his hometown. Balling it up, the round snowball he made was one he couldn’t bear to put down, soft, pure and without a speck of dust, the most luxurious treasure in his filthy, dark world.

Lu Qiang fiercely gritted his teeth and let out a low groan that overflowed from his throat. Right at that moment, he heard spring water trickle out from his own heart and a crazy thought escaped. He had felt excited and satisfied, but this insane thought that only lasted a few seconds made him realize the state of bliss his body was in had no way of replacing the emptiness of his heart.

Lu Qiang didn’t wait for it to subside. He pulled out suddenly, rolled off the condom and threw it on the ground. He pulled a few sheets of tissue to wipe off and bent down to put on his pants.

He stayed in that room for an hour in total, packed up and sat down on the sofa in the hall whilst lighting a cigarette.

Genzi went to check out.

That woman then came out of the room, her steps light and her posture awkward. The women loved and hated this type of customer, they looked good and carried masculine energy. They had no complaints in that aspect, but these people didn’t understand how to take care of women at all. Most of them only cared about their own satisfaction.

Take pants off, jump into bed. Put pants on, get out of bed.

He was cold and ruthless and lacked a touch of humanity.

The woman threw herself onto Lu Qiang, “Brother, when will you come again?”

Lu Qiang exhaled gently. A small smoke ring appeared in the air, slowly expanding until it disappeared.

He shrugged her off, “F*ck off.”

The woman staggered back at being pushed. She stood up and turned around, supported herself against the wall and walked away awkwardly.

Genzi walked back, carrying the change in his pocket, and quipped upon looking in the direction the woman disappeared, “Brother Qiang, you really have no care towards women.”

Lu Qiang snorted.

He said, “Not my wife, anyway.”