I knelt before the cage and said to Principal Sun, who was hanging his head, "As a person, don't be so unethical. If you don't even stick to the lowest bottom line, even Heaven will punish you."
Principal Sun looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and said viciously, "If you have the guts, kill me. You'll get retribution for humiliating me like this. Don't think I'll give up. As long as I have a breath left, I'll make your whole family wish they were dead! Don't think I don't know how many women you have. I'll make them accompany you to the grave, one by one!"
I wasn't angry. Instead, I smiled and said, "That's more like it. This is your true nature. I never thought you'd let me off. So, I'll do it all at once, so you don't hesitate when you seek revenge."
Principal Sun lunged at me from the cage, his foul-smelling hands reaching out to grab me.
At that moment, several dogs suddenly sprang forward and bit his arms fiercely, instantly dragging him to the ground.
The dogs behind him swarmed in, surrounding him and tearing at his clothes.
I cracked my whip hard, and the dogs stopped their attack, standing still.
I waved my whip, signaling the dogs to back away, then ordered the security guards to open the cage and drag Principal Sun out.
Principal Sun's face was now covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell where the dogs had injured him. He lay on the ground, making muffled sounds from his mouth, unclear whether it was crying or whimpering in pain.
I had the security guards drag him to a clean spot, unbound, with no restraints on his hands or feet. Even so, he couldn't stand. After the experience, his legs likely wouldn't support him for quite some time.
Just then, I saw Wen Siqiang's car pull up and stop in front of me. Zhou Yingying got out and looked at me, saying, "You sent for me?"
I said, "I asked you to come because I want to discuss something with you, specifically the false accusations against my father. I want to hear the truth from both of you – whether it was you or that Sun fellow who instigated it. If it was him, tell me why he instructed you to do this."
Zhou Yingying glanced at Principal Sun, who was covered in mud and blood, lying on the ground. She didn't go to him but looked at me and said, "First of all, I apologize for what happened to your father. It was indeed a frame-up. He never touched me at all. The so-called molestation and indecency were completely fabricated. However, to clarify, this was all my personal doing, and it has nothing to do with Principal Sun. He neither instigated me nor had any reason. I disliked your father's constant lecturing, which made me very annoyed with him, so I resorted to this. I'll accept any punishment you deem fit. I hope you can let Principal Sun go."
I stared at her in shock. She had told me and Wen Siqiang in person that it was all Principal Sun's doing. How could she change her story now? I looked at Wen Siqiang, who was standing beside me. Wen Siqiang shook his head, unable to comprehend.
I grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at me. I said to her, word by word, "You must be responsible for every word you say. I've said it before, wrongs have their origins, debts have their debtors. I won't wrongly accuse anyone. I'll ask you again, regarding my father's situation, was it your own doing, or were you instigated by someone behind the scenes?"
Zhou Yingying tried hard to lower her head, not wanting to look at me. I knew she was struggling internally. We stared at each other for a while, and then she managed to squeeze out a few words, "Even if you ask me a hundred times, I'll say the same thing. This matter has nothing to do with Principal Sun; it was my personal action!"
She spoke with such conviction that there was no room for her to change her statement.
At this point, Principal Sun crawled to Zhou Yingying and held her foot, saying, "Take me back, I want to go home."
Zhou Yingying looked at me. Although I was very dissatisfied with her answer, she was so certain. What else could I do? I could only say to the security guards next to me, "Get a small truck here and send him back."
I released Zhou Yingying's hair and walked over to kick Principal Sun, saying, "I'm waiting for your revenge. Just don't let me catch you again next time. Next time, I'll get a female dog in heat to accompany you."
Principal Sun looked up at me, "You're the one who deserves retribution the most. Just wait, very soon!"
After saying this, he closed his eyes in pain. I dared say that today's experience would be deeply etched in his mind, unforgettable for life.
I ignored the two of them, called Wen Siqiang, and drove away.
I never expected this outcome. I had fully anticipated that Zhou Yingying would come and condemn him, list his every crime, and break ties with him completely. But I was wrong, completely and utterly wrong, and I accepted it wholeheartedly.
Zhou Yingying was completely controlled by him. She had become his shadow, his puppet, devoid of thought or soul, manipulated at his will.
Wen Siqiang didn't say anything. Clearly, he hadn't expected today's result either.
I asked Wen Siqiang to find a place to rest. It was already midnight, and I also needed to get some sleep. A major battle awaited me at dawn.
I spent a long time conceiving this book. In 2010, I stayed in Tengchong for several months, and that's when I began to understand jade.
Jade is beautiful, exquisitely beautiful. The Xiangxie Hotel where we stayed had a jade carving weighing over a ton in its lobby, which was truly awe-inspiring and spectacular.
The jade ornaments in the exhibition hall were even more captivating, a feast for the eyes.
It was then that I suddenly became fond of jade. Whenever I had time, I would visit the jade market, though mostly just to look and appreciate.
Sometimes, I would buy a small item or two, just to indulge the feeling.
Jade can be addictive, especially gambling on stones. It's truly a case of "one cut to poverty, one cut to wealth, one cut to rags," and such things happen daily in the stone gambling cities.
As written in the book, most stones don't yield much surprise. Even a bit of color is considered good. Yet people, holding onto dreams of striking it rich, constantly seek the next opportunity.
I've written about one person's struggles in this industry. Please take it as just a story. If it can offer any enlightenment or help, I will be content.
The book has been launched. I started uploading chapters late last month and met the requirements for listing. From now on, there will be locked chapters. If you feel the book is still worth reading, I hope you'll spend a few thousand coins to support the author. I didn't know until I started writing books that coding is such arduous work. Not only does it require racking your brains, but there's also the daily update task, which brings immense pressure.
I once missed the last high-speed train of the day because I was writing a book, and I had no choice but to cancel my ticket and rebook for the next day. People criticized me for a long time, saying I had become a bookworm.
While sitting in the waiting room, I didn't hear the boarding announcement, and by the time I realized it, the train was long gone.
There are many interesting stories that happened during the writing process, which I will share with you gradually. In short, I hope you will support the author and write more reviews. Your support is the only motivation for me to continue writing.