After sleeping with Pei Yuhang, my stepfather’s younger brother, I decided the only reasonable play was to haul ass out of the country.
Before vanishing, I was generous enough to leave two thousand yuan on the nightstand alongside a quick note:
[You were great last night. Keep up the good work.]
Three years later, degree in hand, I packed my bags and flew back home, completely unfazed.
My mother kept nagging me on the phone. “We’re family! Whatever you’re throwing a fit about, just let it go. Stop causing drama!”
She had no idea.
At this exact moment, that very same “family member” had me pinned flat against the mattress.
I begged for mercy, but the man above me acted selectively deaf, his hands roaming over my skin with shameless precision.
He leaned down, his voice low and dangerous against my ear. “Didn’t you tell me to keep up the good work? Why are you running now?”