Chapter 962: Chapter 962: A Day as a Teacher (31)
Qiao Lian wasn’t sure what standard Chuzheng’s "try your best" referred to, but he always felt it wouldn’t be good.
"Why do you like me, teacher?"
"Because you’re..." A Good Person Card! Mine!! Chuzheng paused for a few seconds: "Because you’re Qiao Lian."
"??"
If he wasn’t Qiao Lian, would you not like him?
But that’s not right, he is Qiao Lian...
Chuzheng’s fingers touched Qiao Lian’s back. Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the scars rising and falling on his back.
Chuzheng’s fingers slid down, reaching under his clothing.
Her fingertips touched Qiao Lian’s waist, causing him to straighten his back in shock, grabbing Chuzheng’s wrist: "Te...teacher, what are you doing?"
"Just checking your injuries, what’s wrong?" Chuzheng was very open and justified.
Qiao Lian: "..."
Despite overthinking, he was still embarrassed at this moment.
"Teacher, please stop, it’s not a pleasant sight..."
"If I don’t count them, how would I know what Qiao Hong did to you."
"Teacher..." Qiao Lian’s face turned slightly pale.
"Everything he did to you, I will get retribution for," Chuzheng looked at him: "Qiao Lian, no one can hurt you, not even your father."
The girl’s voice was cold yet carried a commanding aura.
Qiao Lian didn’t notice Chuzheng’s phrasing, he was just ’intimidated’ by her.
Teacher... so domineering.
Qiao Lian thought for a moment, she seemed to have always been like this.
Domineering in a somewhat endearing way.
Qiao Lian thought silently.
As Qiao Lian was distracted, Chuzheng’s fingers began to wander along his waist, which was smooth and even without scars.
Qiao Lian’s body tensed at her touch, his breathing became erratic.
Even though he wasn’t yet an adult, he was still a boy.
A boy in the midst of adolescence, filled with youthful energy, yet inexperienced in matters of the heart.
Being touched in his waist, such a sensitive place, his mind was immediately filled with absurd dreams.
With a slight shift of his gaze, he could see the girl’s fair and slender neck.
Her collarbone peeked faintly through her neckline.
When she breathed, there was a slight arc of movement in her chest.
Qiao Lian was so close, her cool fragrance acted like an aphrodisiac, causing those absurd dreams to unfold further...
Qiao Lian bit down hard on his tongue, and the pain brought him back to his senses.
He focused on the person holding him.
The girl’s face remained calm, even her eyes were clear and unperturbed, devoid of any desire.
Qiao Lian felt Chuzheng’s fingers move up along his waistline, touching the scars.
Qiao Lian leaned slightly towards Chuzheng, with a touch of helplessness, calling her: "Teacher..."
"Hmm?" Chuzheng asked curiously: "Do the wounds still hurt?"
Qiao Lian: "..."
It’s not the pain.
But it’s more unbearable than pain.
Qiao Lian buried his face into Chuzheng’s neck.
Chuzheng was puzzled, but as Qiao Lian remained silent, she earnestly began to trace the scars on his back.
Even without looking, Chuzheng could mentally sketch the intertwined scars on his back.
These couldn’t have formed in just a day or two.
They must be the result of long-term abuse, for them to leave such marks on his back.
"Is Qiao Hong your biological father?" Chuzheng asked him.
"Yeah." That man is his biological father.
"Why does he beat you like this?"
Chuzheng felt Qiao Lian’s arms tighten around her.
"I don’t know." Qiao Lian’s voice was low.
The Qiao Hong in Qiao Lian’s memories is just like this.
Chuzheng’s fingers had already reached his spine, at this moment moving upward, wrapping around his shoulders, silently offering him support.
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Qiao Lian’s mother was a star.
At that time, Qiao Lian’s mother was very popular. She had no shortage of money or fame, and she was only going to rise higher and higher.
She chose to marry and retire from the industry, and everyone felt sorry for her.
But Qiao Lian’s mother was very happy because she married the man she loved.
However...
Not long after the marriage, Qiao Lian’s mother found out that Qiao Hong had some peculiar fetishes.
Saying they were peculiar fetishes was putting it nicely.
To put it bluntly, Qiao Hong was just a pervert.
Domestic violence?
No!
It was more terrifying than domestic violence.
Qiao Hong enjoyed torturing people.
At first, Qiao Lian’s mother was only tormented by him in bed. After all, it was a private matter between two people, and Qiao Hong wouldn’t go overboard, at most it was just painful.
But as their marriage went on, Qiao Hong was no longer satisfied with this.
Qiao Lian’s mother regretted it.
But it was too late, she was pregnant.
During her pregnancy, Qiao Hong did nothing, hiring people to take care of her, presenting her with all kinds of good things.
Qiao Lian’s mother still loved Qiao Hong.
Qiao Hong suddenly returned to his pre-marriage courting behavior, gentlemanly and considerate in every way.
She thought maybe with a child, he wouldn’t act that way anymore.
Sometimes, women can be naive.
That child was Qiao Lian.
After Qiao Lian was born, and until he was two years old, Qiao Hong did nothing substantial.
However, when Qiao Lian turned two, Qiao Hong began to torment her again.
Even more terrifying than before.
As if he wanted to reclaim everything he’d repressed over the years from her.
Qiao Hong warned her that if she dared to run, Qiao Lian wouldn’t end well either.
In the past two years, she took care of the child herself, and Qiao Hong knew exactly how much she cared for this child.
She couldn’t possibly leave the child alone there.
From the moment Qiao Lian could remember, he always heard his mother’s suppressed cries and the sharp sounds coming from the room.
Qiao Hong wasn’t even trying to hide it from him, and sometimes, when Qiao Lian’s mother made a mistake, he would teach her a lesson right in front of him.
At that time, Qiao Lian was just a few years old and didn’t understand anything, he could only watch his mother in pain and despair.
Eventually, Qiao Lian’s mother couldn’t bear it anymore and chose to end her life.
Qiao Hong was indifferent to her death.
Without a wife, he still had a son.
So...
He took her place.
There were times when Qiao Lian would wake up in a cold, desolate basement, with marks from whippings on his body, healing just to continue.
Day after day.
No end in sight.
He secretly learned Taekwondo.
But he knew everything.
Qiao Hong knew everything and wasn’t afraid of his resistance.
Qiao Lian never thought about dying.
How could he die?
"That day... I did it on purpose." Qiao Lian’s voice was hoarse, confessing what he had done before: "I wanted to kill him then, but... I knocked him out and when I thought about killing him, I thought about you, teacher, and... I didn’t dare."
He had been planning that event for a long time.
What Qiao Hong’s schedule would be, whether he would come back, what state he would be in when he returned, if his assistant would be with him, whether he could deliver a fatal blow, how would he escape after Qiao Hong’s death, how to create an alibi...
He considered all of that.
He patiently waited for a chance to kill Qiao Hong.
In the end, it wasn’t because he was scared.
He just thought of Chuzheng, his teacher, at the last moment.
Just thinking of Chuzheng’s name frightened him, the fear of his plan failing, her look of disgust and hatred, and never being able to see her again.
Yes.
He wasn’t afraid of killing.
He was afraid of not seeing her.