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I pushed him away and questioned sharply,
"Ma Zhiqiang, do you know what she did to me?"
"Does she know?"
Ma Zhiqiang frowned,
"That incident happened three years ago. Are you still hung up on it?"
"Yongmei, why are you so petty?"
"Am I petty?"
My voice trembled with anger,
"Ma Zhiqiang, whose boyfriend are you really?"
"You help another woman in front of me and expect me to be magnanimous towards her."
"What do you take me for?"
Ma Zhiqiang pressed his lips together in displeasure,
"Cui Yongmei, how did you become so unreasonable?"
"This matter ends here."
"I don't want to discuss it with you anymore."
He didn't wait for my response and turned to leave.
I collapsed helplessly.
That night, he changed his social media background to a silhouette of another girl.
That figure is something I will never forget.
Years ago, my mother lay in the cold morgue.
That silhouette stood before the corpse, smiling brightly.
"Cui Yongmei, you’re so pitiful without your mother."
That figure was Cui Yongjuan.
Cui Yongjuan appeared before me again.
She mocked me with a tone that was both innocent and cruel:
"Big sister, how did you hurt your hand?"
"How pitiful."
Ma Zhiqiang's face was serious as he took a wet wipe and repeatedly cleaned his hands.
"Cui Yongmei, you're really dirty."
I questioned him:
"Ma Zhiqiang, I love you so much, why are you treating me like this?"
"Three years ago, I lost everything. It was you who accompanied me and comforted me."
"I found the courage to keep going because of you."
"For you, I turned all my hatred into creative motivation.
I worked so hard just to not let you down."
"But now, why are you personally destroying my hope?"
Ma Zhiqiang looked at me coldly:
"Because everything I do is for Cui Yongjuan."
"She is about to return to the country,
and she needs the honor from this competition."
"Cui Yongmei, you are blocking Cui Yongjuan's path."
"So you must withdraw from the competition, you have to withdraw!"
I gritted my teeth: "What if I say no?"
"I won't back down, and I won't give up my chance to compete."
"I want to participate in the competition; I want to defeat Cui Yongjuan!"
Ma Zhiqiang stared at me for a long time before suddenly chuckling.
"Cui Yongmei, do you know what I hate most about you?"
"It's this self-righteous stubbornness of yours right now."
"It's really disgusting."
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.
Ma Zhiqiang's dark pupils were filled with ruthlessness:
"Since you refuse to drink the toast, don't blame me for using force."
"I'll give you two days to think it over."
"If that doesn't work, I'll completely ruin your fingers."
"You'll never be able to touch a piano again in your life!"
Ma Zhiqiang did not go back on his word.
He indeed ruined my fingers completely.
He grabbed my index finger and expressionlessly bent it upwards.
With a crack, the finger broke.
The pain made my vision go dark, and I screamed out loud.
Yet he coldly laughed as he threw me into the storage room and locked me inside.
"When you finally come to your senses and let go of your hatred for Cui Yongjuan, I'll let you out."
"Otherwise, you can wait here for the rest of your life until your body starts to stink and turns into a pile of mush!"
He mocked me from outside the door:
"Cui Yongmei, your spirit is worth nothing to me."
"The only one you can rely on is me."
"No one can save you except for me."
"You better think it through."
I spent a full three days in the dark environment.
During those three days, I wanted to escape countless times.
But every time I reached the door,
I could hear the sounds of Cui Yongjuan and Ma Zhiqiang laughing and playing outside.
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