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Mao Deming was known for his cunning nature. He was aware that his time on this earth was limited, yet he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He had a knack for using a strategy of feigned indifference to win over women. During his free time, he would wander around, buying gifts that girls liked, such as Perkin bracelets, jade pendants, and various snacks.
His actions earned him the affection of the hospital's young nurses, some of whom secretly engaged with him in ambiguous relationships. Particularly noteworthy was the new intern nurse, Zeng Qin, who had caught Mao Deming's eye. Her vanity led her to quickly gain the favor of this authoritative figure in the hospital, receiving expensive gifts from him, which incited jealousy among other nurses who shared her desire for recognition.
Although Mao Deming had left the hospital, he maintained contact with Zeng Qin. Their exchanges were filled with unspoken understanding. Zeng Qin's vanity drew her closer to Mao Deming, despite their significant age difference—she was just twenty while he was thirty-six. As the saying goes, one was willing to pursue while the other was willing to be pursued; he sought both emotional and physical satisfaction, while she craved the admiration that came with being associated with him, along with a title he never mentioned.
The distinction between men and women is stark: when a man gets a woman, he prepares to move on to the next conquest. Women, however, when they bare their souls before a man, wish to bind their hearts to him. They endure hardships and occasional quarrels but remain devoted.
Mao Deming did not openly express disdain for Zeng Qin; instead, he gradually grew distant from her. Despite her efforts to please him in bed, his physical needs were insatiable, and the feelings were fleeting.
One evening, when Zeng Qin brought him what he needed—a second conquest—she felt like a proud mistress as she entered his solitary home. It had been over half a year since Mao Deming left the hospital, and now she finally had the chance to share her longing with him again. Yet Zeng Qin was deceiving herself; her so-called longing was merely unrequited love.
In a moment of passion reminiscent of a scene from Wushan, Mao Deming got out of bed and advised her, "You shouldn't come here anymore; I'm feeling increasingly fatigued and need rest."
"Deming? You... can't possibly be rejecting me?" Zeng Qin awkwardly dressed herself. The pregnancy test she took last night clearly showed positive results. After hesitating for a moment, she wrapped her arms around Mao Deming's waist and murmured, "I'm pregnant."
"What did you say? I told you to take precautions! How dare you go against my words?" Mao Deming's tone turned harsh as his expression darkened with an icy glare filled with disgust. He thought to himself that this woman was too greedy; he had spent at least hundreds of thousands on her and now she wanted to claim his assets.
"Deming, tell me why we can't have a child?" Zeng Qin clung to his waist, pressing her face against his back as she spoke dreamily.
Mao Deming struggled to suppress his anger. How could he reveal to Zeng Qin his past? During college, after moving in with his first love—a female classmate—she became pregnant. She pleaded desperately to keep the child, and because they loved each other deeply, he agreed. They were both scared yet excited at that time. Mao Deming helped her withdraw from school and rented an apartment for them where she could safely give birth. However, when the child finally arrived, it bore a terrifying appearance that haunted him.
The baby was covered in purple spots with protruding lumps beneath its skin. According to the obstetrician, the child suffered from congenital lymphoma—a rare condition at that time. The lymphoma could potentially turn into cancer cells at any moment, leaving Mao Deming feeling as if struck by lightning. In despair, he held the child tightly in his arms and choked its delicate neck with one hand while wrapping it in plastic before discarding it in a trash bin.
Mao Deming resolutely broke up with his female classmate for various reasons, giving her a sum of money before quietly leaving her behind.
"I can't accept it, I just can't," he squeezed out those words through clenched teeth as he forcefully pried himself away from Zeng Qin's embrace, determined to leave without looking back.
Zeng Qin had originally intended to use their child to win him back, but she was met with such cold indifference instead. With a bitter smile, she watched his retreating figure and said, "Mao, remember this: I know everything about you."
Upon hearing this, Mao Deming's body trembled slightly as he thought to himself: Who says the most venomous heart belongs to a woman? I will break that precedent. He slowly turned around, a smile lingering on his face as he said, "Qin, what are you talking about? You’re carrying our love’s legacy in your belly. We have an old bottle of red wine at home; how about we celebrate?"
Seeing his change in attitude, Zeng Qin felt a surge of triumph in her heart. With her head held high and a victorious demeanor, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist as they walked into Mao Deming's living room. One glass of red wine down, and with sweet nothings exchanged, Zeng Qin became utterly enchanted…
Xiao Ranhong, a girl from Unfathomable World Affairs, had once hugged a doll during the incident involving Mao Deming's brother. When she saw her sister spitting on the corpse surrounded by onlookers at school, she mimicked the act and ended up facing dire consequences.
Meanwhile, Liu Yi was working at the machinery factory when their team leader had to leave unexpectedly. Liu Yi was left behind to oversee the group's tasks. The factory primarily produced various machine parts.
Liu Yi worked until around eleven or twelve before finishing for the night. The streets were deserted by then; the dimly lit trees loomed like eerie Demon Leaders standing in rows against the wind under the faint glow of streetlights.
As he drove into an even darker alleyway, the atmosphere grew more sinister. Liu Yi was familiar with the road conditions here and scoffed at the talk of Demon Gods; only fools would believe in such nonsense.
Just as Liu Yi entered this path, he suddenly spotted a suspicious figure dragging something under the streetlight. A thought crossed his mind: could it be a thief? Coordinating his movements, he reversed his car next to the person and realized they had their own vehicle.
Li Mao had just carried Yang Xianju, wrapped in white plastic, out from Mao Deming's back door when he lost his grip. The weight was too much; Yang Xianju fell to the ground. Li Mao was startled, his scalp tingling and cold sweat trickling down his back. Truth be told, he was scared! This was a living person who had merely lost her memory temporarily—like being trapped in a dream. If she woke up from this fall, Mao would surely tear him apart.
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