Chapter 5 The Other Man
From eighteen to twenty-four, Han Zheng was so full of life in front of me. The love he gave was the most intense.
Only when he stopped loving did it seem so heartless.
When we entered the seventh year together, I helped him stabilize his position in the gang.
There were rumors that Han Zheng was seeing someone outside. At the time, I didn't take it seriously and even severely punished those who spread the gossip.
Until I caught Han Zheng with a man in his arms.
"Han Zheng, is this okay? What if Jiang Zhong finds out?"
When Han Zheng heard my name, his brows furrowed. He disinterestedly lowered his hand.
"If he finds out, I'll just make up a couple excuses. He's so easy to fool."
"Before, the gang was in chaos and my dad was badly injured in bed. I had no choice but to rely on him. He loved me to death. Give him a little sweetness and he'd risk his life to help me."
"Now that my position is secure, why bother acting like it's true love?"
"It's stuffy and boring. I'm almost suffocated."
The voices grew distant. My heart grew colder.
To others, I was the decisive Jiang Zhong. If someone displeased me, I'd just pull out a gun and take care of it.
But no one knew that when something like this happened, I would play deaf and mute. I didn't even have the courage to rush up and question him.
I couldn't deny it. The time when Han Zheng and I got together was indeed when the gang was most chaotic.
At that time, Han Yiheng was heavily injured in the hospital. The Han family suddenly lost its pillar. All factions eyed the Han family covetously.
I actually hated Han Yiheng to death. This man who had drowned me in blood and slaughter, telling me that my lowly life had to repay the Han family for a lifetime.
Everyone was testing my intentions. If I left the Han family, the Han family would surely fall apart.
But I had never considered leaving.
Actually, Han Yiheng wasn't wrong. My life would be spent repaying the Han family.
Even if Han Zheng wasn't with me, as long as he looked at me with those beautiful eyes and called me Gege, I could dig out my heart for him.
When I came back from fights, nine deaths and one life, seeing his face made my heart settle.
His distressed look and reddened eyes were like poppies to me.
It felt good and addictive.
But I forgot that poppies were poisonous and hallucinogenic.
I didn't know how I got home. I only felt like my heart was about to explode from the pain.
But damn it, he was right about me. I was so easy to coax.
He came back, lied to me a few times, kissed me a few times, and I admitted defeat.
"A Zheng, do you love me?"
As I brought him to the clouds, I stroked his lower back and asked over and over in self-torment.
"Mm... I love you."
"Who?"
"Gege... Gege."
The bitter satisfaction briefly soothed my nerves.
Whether it was perfunctory or he came home carrying someone else's scent.
As long as he was willing to act, I could pretend nothing had happened.
But he fucking told me he had someone he liked and wanted to break up with me.