Chapter 3

How his stepmother had come to convince Xia Hua to make such an unfounded accusation, was still a mystery but it had been effective. He instantly lost his scholarship and with a criminal record hanging above his head, Rong Zian was thrown out of school thus explaining his binge drinking in the park.

If anyone heard how much he cursed his mother that night they would think he was excessive but the stabbing pain in his heart justified his actions. The universe had unfortunately heard his drunk profanity from the previous night and paid him back tenfold. The proverb 'respect for one's parents is the highest duty of civil life' replayed in his mind as he scrutinised the room he was in, in a panic.

He was lying on a hard and uncomfortable wooden bed that could easily break to bits if gained just one pound. The mat and straw covering the base of the bed didn't make things easier, the straw was pricking his back through his clothes, and the mat smelt like a fish market. Assuming he was locked up in a prison cell may be for public intoxication, he felt a sense of relief but when he looked up the roof, he thought what kind of prison cell would use thatching.

Panic-stricken, he rifled through the room to figure out where he was, carelessly going through everything but he couldn't find anything useful except hideous ancient clothes. He looked down on his body and realised he himself was wearing an old ugly outfit. Now piecing things together, he tried to open the door just to confirm his frightening reality and as expected the door wouldn't budge. "Shit, I have been kidnapped!" he cursed as he struggled to open the door.

After a couple of minutes of Rong Zian fighting with the door till it was almost coming out its hinges, he heard sounds of someone fiddling with the lock and with a sweet soft voice saying, "calm down young master Rong, I was instructed to lock the door so you wouldn't try to harm yourself again.What she said caused a sharp pain in his heart, he couldn't believe that he actually tried to hurt himself. His life had always been tragic but not once had he ever thought suicide was the solution, he would always drink and curse which made him feel better. As a result, he had started drinking as early as fourteen secretly stealing his fathers' stash but as usual, his father never cared enough to reprimand him, he even bought more to accommodate the thief.

A short average looking girl opened the door, her face flushed as soon as she laid her eyes on him. It was clear as day she liked him and he decided to take advantage of it. He was about to walk past her and run for his life but an excruciating pain around his neck stopped him in his tracks. A nauseous feeling crept on him, his head aching with an excruciating migraine instantly giving up on the idea of making a break for it.

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