Chapter 46

Chapter 46: 2.32 – Private Prison – Mr. and Mrs. Jelly

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Proofreaded by P.D Webb

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“We’ve arrived,” announced Xuan Mu, “Why don’t you stay in the car? It’s dangerous inside.” When he saw his sulking Bing Shi, his heart melted, “Come with me.”

Bing Shi’s eyes brightened. With a grin, she opened the door of a car, ran around to open his door, and offered her hand.

He ignored his heartbeat and accepted her hand with a firm grip, “Bing Shi, I should be the one to open the door for you.”

“Bla, bla, bla, blaaaa,” Bing Shi pulled Xuan Mu out with the little strength she had and interlocked their fingers, “A date in a prison? Sounds fun!”

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“...”

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Two officials welcomed the young couple with a respectful salute. After the security check, they assigned them four guards.

Prisons had changed over the years; age-old iron bars were exchanged for solid walls and doors with a little see-through glass window. Inmates coughing, swearing, guards yelling, toilet flushing resonated throughout the whole prison.

When Bing Shi and Xuan Mu appeared in the hallway with soundproofed solitary cells, all the loud sounds from a while ago disappeared after the mechanics door behind them slid shut.

When a guard in front of a particular cell noticed their entrance, he bowed down respectfully and unlocked the door for them.

Each cell deprived inmates of all the meaningful human contact – a small, dimly lit room, around eight square meters, contained furniture that was fastened to the wall and floor.

On a single bed sat a man and as if noticing her arrival, he turned his head and looked straight at Bing Shi. His view was immediately obstructed by a tall young man in all black, hiding her whole body except their interlocked hands.

“Bing Shi?” Han Song looked up, “Who is he?! Why is he holding your hand!?!” he shouted aggressively.

Bing Shi peeked her head from behind Xuan Mu’s arms, “Didn’t I say I have a boyfriend?”

“Impossible! Everyone thinks that I’m your boyfriend now! Bing Shi, come here, don’t be near him. He will taint you!” Full of craziness, he charged towards Xuan Mu with his fist raised, “You fucker, let go of her!”

Before he could reach Xuan Mu, his breath stopped for a second. He was flung into the air by one of the other man’s kicks. From the impact, his lungs stopped drawing in all the necessary air, small painful breaths was all he could barely do.

Bing Shi’s body flinched, “Oh, my god! I’m going out to accompany officials and guards.” Unable to move much due to Xuan Mu’s tight grip, she got on her tiptoes and whispered to his ear, “Try not to kill him. Love you ??.”

She took this chance and swiftly ran outside, not forgetting to close the door after herself. “Huh?” She looked at the guards who all looked at her with questioning looks, grinning at them weakly, “Um, do men always use fists to resolve their problems?”

“That’s a sure thing, especially when it comes to our family,” one of the officials spoke.

‘~Violence is useful as a form of protection.’

“Oh, I see. What about other inmates? What did they do to end up here?” Bing Shi asked curiously. She would have never thought that the filthy rich Han Song could be more of a nutcrack than Xuan Mu. Keeping his distance and all, she didn’t notice the darkness he hid behind that mask of cocky friendliness, until today. Not even her father could bring up the fear she felt when Han Song tried to touch her.

“About that cell...” They started to chat with each other, forgetting that they were not on a school trip but in prison.

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Han Song stood up and faced Xuan Mu, “Her boyfriend? Did you sleep with h...”

Xuan Mu took hold of Han Song’s shoulder and kneed him in the stomach, stopping him from continuing.

Han Song held in a groan and threw a low kick towards Xuan Mu’s shin.

Xuan Mu evaded and quickly counterattacked with a fast kick towards Han Song’s abdomen.

Losing his balance, Han Song staggered back towards the wall. A hand took hold of his shirt; a powerful punch was thrown to his stomach.

“She said she has a boyfriend; you should always listen to her,” Xuan Mu said silently next to his ear.

Then, like a rainfall, painful punches landed on Han Song without a stop. His internal organs couldn’t hold it in anymore – the hand which held him till now, loosened. Falling on the floor, a bloody cough came out in splatters from his mouth, the redness giving his lips a darker tint.

Xuan Mu stood silently above him, taking out a phone, he crouched down and showed it before Han Song’s face. “Unlock it,” he commanded.

“M-My phone. Give it back!” Despite the pain, Han Song crawled towards Xuan Mu, trying to grab it.

Xuan Mu took hold of his hand and unlocked the phone with a fingertip sensor.

“You can’t look! It’s mine! Wait until I get out of here, you don’t know who you are playing wi...” Han Song’s head spun; being punched in the face, an immeasurable pain came from his jawline. Falling right next to Xuan Mu’s feet, his consciousness was still intact.

“It’s so hard to hold back,” Xuan Mu frowned. Shaking his bruised hand, he sat down on the bed, going through the phone, “No, you didn’t.” With the base of his shoe, he put pressure on Han Song’s skull that was incapable of speaking.

Bing Shi during the lecture from behind.

Bing Shi during the lecture from the side.

Bing Shi during the lecture from the front.

Bing Shi waiting for the bus.

Bing Shi walking out of the grocery shop.

Bing Shi leaving her apartment.

The pressure on Han Songs’s head kept on increasing, his growls and groans could be heard throughout the whole cell.

Bing Shi in the kitchen cooking.

Bing Shi in her bedroom.

No.

Stop scrolling.

No.

Don’t watch.

No.

How could someone be so obsessed with a girl they had barely spoken to?

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