Chapter 4 – Curse Him

Jiang Che felt that no matter what he did, the entire world was against him, just like how everything went wrong in the past. Halfway through the conversation with Jiang Junchen, as they were about to transition from talking about poetry to philosophy, the other party answered a phone call and stood up to leave. He said to Jiang Che, “My designer has something to talk to me about, I need to hurry back and see what’s going on.”

“En.”

“Jiang Che, stop drinking wine, it’s bad for the body, I wanted to accompany you for a little more, but…”

“Fuck off.”

This person has been his best friend since college, a good brother who has watched him grow up since he was poor and uncultured. Although, when they first met, they didn’t speak any nice words to each other, always cursing at each other, but only this way made Jiang Che feel comfortable.

Eight years passed by in a flash, and he was no longer the brat that could do anything he wanted. Society is also constantly improving. On the contrary, how could he lose self-confidence? Is it because he was getting old? Why was he still impulsively acting like a 20 year old? What one night stand, he must’ve been crazy, like a fool who didn’t know the truth.

He picked up the wine bottle on the table and drank it, realising that the bottle was filled with water which was bland with a hint of bitterness.

The light above his head flickered, blinding Jiang Che’s eyes. He lay on the sofa and somehow fell asleep –

The noisy crowd made ear-piercing noises amidst the silent and gloomy atmosphere. The young Jiang Che shuffled among a group of people dressed in black and white, constantly looking for something. The loud music of the band’s gongs and drums travelled to his ears, and his green face showed unease. Many invisible hands pushed and pulled at him, but he was still searching for that something, unable to control his steps.

“Qiming…”

In front of the auditorium, stood his childhood sweetheart. Jiang Che walked towards him quickly and hugged him, “I won’t let you go this time.”

“We’re not suitable for each other. How long do you want me to suffer from other people’s strange looks because of you? Jiang Che, can you not be so selfish?”

As he spoke, the well-behaved person disappeared into thin air. Jiang Che froze on the spot. Beside him was a little boy kneeling in front of a black-and-white photo, his head lowered and his body thin. His father, Jiang Jihai and the little boy knelt on the ground together. The man in the black and white photo looked mischievous, but his charming face was straight and angular, with a little smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. The scene looked very familiar. Strange, why didn’t I see this just now?

“Dad…”

“Scram! Murderer! My dad doesn’t need your hypocritical sympathy! Disgusting!”

Before Jiang Che finished speaking, he was startled by the roar of the little boy on the ground. The little boy seemed to be arguing with his father, but no one saw them. The eerie scene was way too eerie.

“The son of a murder, the son of a murder! Kids without the teaching of their mothers really are trash!”

“My dad isn’t a murder!” Jiang Che only yelled this phrase, and then all fell silent.

There were voices constantly whispering in his ears, but he didn’t feel panicked. Jiang Che looked around confused, and suddenly remembered that he had been drinking at the bar just now, and that he should be dreaming.

He lowered his head but the little boy kneeling on the ground suddenly looked at him with crimson eyes, and said, “If you kill someone, you will pay with your life!”

Jiang Che suddenly opened his eyes, he was dripping in sweat.

“Fuck.” He picked up the water on the table and took a sick, his beating heart calming down, “How can I have such a disgusting dream.”

After tidying up for a while, he returned home and couldn’t sleep for a while. Because Jiang Che had just lost his virginity, he was extremely sore, and the red blood in his eyes was faintly accumulating around his pupils. As soon as Jiang Jihai saw Jiang Che’s ghostly appearance, he quickly put down the water cup in his hand and pulled Jiang Che over, asking, “What’s the matter? You didn’t come back last night, what happened?”

Jiang Jihai is a man with very good genes. He had Jiang Che when he was 25, now he is 55, but he still looked like he was in his 50s.

Jiang Che’s mother died of excessive bleeding when he was born. Jiang Jihai brought up Jiang Che alone, Jiang Che always followed Jiang Jihai. He was no in his 30s, but still had a 20 year old face. Jiang Junchen often satisfied Jiang Che, not only was he rich and intelligent, but his face was also enviable.

“Yesterday I invited my colleagues for drinks, didn’t I tell you?” Jiang Che felt a bit guilty, but in front of Jiang Jihai, he couldn’t tell him that he was forced by a man yesterday.

“Haha, look at my memory. I’m getting old and forgetful.” Jiang Jihai turned around and went into the kitchen, preparing to cook some hangover soup for Jiang Che.

“Dad,” Jiang Che stood in the living room and scratched his neck. He really wanted to ask about the things in his dreams, but he didn’t have the courage to mention it. Seeing Jiang Jihai’s face, he wasn’t able to say anything, “it’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll go take a shower first.”

He walked away quickly, his mind unclear. When he bent down, he twisted his waist and lay on the bed for a week. He raised his middle finger angrily and cursed the young man who raped him for a week, hoping that he would never have to do it ever again.

T/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday, been busy with school work, now that my exams are over I’ll try to update on Wednesday and Sunday!!! Also quite shocked by the dream – definitely did not expect that, could it be foreshadowing for the future?