Chapter 188 - Memories

When everything went black, Wang Ming felt his life flash by his eyes. He had heard from wandering monks that this happens when you're dying, you'll also see who's the most important in your life. In a matter of seconds he relived everything up to now, the beautiful memories he had with his mother all came back to him. Those were truly the most beautiful years in his life. He not only had loving parents, but they were rich enough to let him do whatever he wanted.

He once again saw all his cousins at the yearly parties and how much fun they had. Whenever they met, they would always band together to prank the a.d.u.l.ts. He remembers one time specifically where they burnt one of his father's doc.u.ments. When he found out he went into a rampage and immediately threw out his mother's family, soon after his mom died and he never saw his family again, not even in her funeral.

It then flashed forwards to when Feng Fan entered their lives and how much pain and humiliation she had put him through. One of those memories sadly surfaced again now. He had forgotten all about it, or at least he tried. He hadn't thought about it in a long time. But now seeing the memory in front of his eyes made him uncomfortable, so much that he just wanted to close his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to confront this memory, but he had no other option here.

Wang Ming didn't know if his father knew, but Feng Fan's a sadist. She abused him daily. It started small at first. She would scold him over minor mistakes, even deliberately trap Wang Ming just for her to scold him. It then developed into physical abuse until it finally got to the next stage of s.e.x.u.a.l abuse.

At first she only got him to give her massages, then it grew to him massaging not only her b.r.e.a.s.t but also her t.h.i.g.hs only inches from her p.u.s.s.y. Wang Ming didn't want to do it at that time, but the first time she denied her request, she let him starve for three entire days. After going through such an experience, Wang Ming became more docile, listening to everything she said.

(Warning Next 2-3 paragraphs might be uncomfortable for some.)

One time, she tied him to the bed with leather straps, Wang Ming felt panic he tried to wrestle out from the straps to no avail. He tried to plead to Feng Fan to release him, but when he saw her, his throat couldn't utter a single sound. She stood behind him with a strap on, but not a normal one, the strap on had sharp edges. Its use isn't to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e another person, but to torture them.

Feng Fan stepped closer and closer to him, Wang Ming tried to kick her away, but the straps held him firmly in place. With a powerful hip thrust, she inserted the strap on right into Wang Ming's anus. Even though this was clearly a flashback, Wang Ming swears he could feel the humiliation and pain from that time. Luckily for Wang Ming, Feng Fan had tied the strap onto the wooden frame, so Wang Ming ripped it off before Feng Fan could do anymore damage.

He kicked her off him, which made the strap on fall out of his a.s.s. The doctor told him he was lucky that he came to the hospital right away, as he would most likely have bled out in another 20 minutes. The amount of blood that had come out of his asshole even made the nurses horrified. They couldn't believe someone did this to a 10-year-old boy!

The doctors contacted his father, who came in a rush with Feng Fan, who somehow convinced them that everything was only an accident. Wang Ming cried and cried that she lied, that she had done this to him, but no one believed him until they all took Feng Fan's side.

The only good thing that came from this was she knew after that she couldn't keep doing that to him, as it would look suspicious if something similar happened to him once again, and Wang Ming even threatened her he would suicide and pin it on her if she tried something like that again. Though the mental and physical abuse never changed the only thing that did, was that it wasn't s.e.x.u.a.l anymore.

The visions moved past Feng Fan, to all his training in the kitchen, all the late nights he had gone through just to become a perfect chef, and a perfect child in his father's eyes. Wang Ming probably had spent more time in the kitchen than most a.d.u.l.ts have. Most days he went to school, then spent the rest of the time in the kitchen, before he went to sleep. No wonders he had no friends from school.

Even though the life after his mother died was tough on him, looking through it now, he honestly didn't feel too bad. Of course, his experience with Feng Fan s.u.c.k.e.d. He would never want to experience something like that ever again. Seeing the memory again made him even more determined to not only get revenge but also get back to his restaurant. The biggest factor which contributed to his positive outlook is no doubt his family.

If he had to go through everything again just to protect his family, he would say yes with no hesitation. His friends and family were worth everything. The visions then started showing the last few months of his life, how he met Lang Lin, was beaten up by Hou Zhenan, then how he met all his friends, girlfriends and family.

Of course there's been some difficulties the last few months, but compared to what his life had been the last 10 years, the obstacles are literally nothing. After the visions ended, Wang Ming thought everything would go black once again, but this time he saw a bright light amidst all the darkness.

He could hear voices calling for him, someone kept shouting his name. Wang Ming walked closer to the light, but even after walking for what he felt like an eternity, he didn't get any closer to the light. Yet the shouts became louder and louder.

Walking for another eternity, Wang Ming felt his legs give up. He was just about to collapse when the light suddenly vanished. The shouting which had deafened his ears stopped as well. Wang Ming thought that the light was his ticket out of here, seeing the light suddenly vanish made him feel desperate.

But a few seconds later the light which had vanished enveloped him, blinding his eyes.