In my sophomore year, I did something naive and foolish - I drugged a man and took advantage of him, for which I paid a painful price.
My mother, while running away from city management due to illegal street vending, was hit by a car. When taken to the hospital, she was at death's door, and the doctor said she needed immediate surgery, requiring me to prepare a hundred thousand yuan.
The driver fled the scene, leaving me to figure out a solution on my own.
My parents divorced when I was very young due to an affair. What was even more absurd was that the other woman came with a girl who was a year older than me, claiming she was my father's daughter.
The other woman drove my mother and me out of the house, leaving us with nothing but the clothes on our backs. My mother raised me single-handedly, working from dawn until dusk to support my studies.
Even with that, we were only scraping by, with no savings to spare.
As a last resort, I ran to my father crying, hoping he could save my mother out of consideration for their past relationship.
Before I could finish talking, however, I was kicked out by the mother and daughter. I knelt down and begged them, but all I got was a harsh response from my father, “If you want to die, die far away. The sooner you die, the better. Don't disturb our lives.”
My mother owned part of the pharmaceutical company my father ran. He didn't just monopolize it, but even when it came to saving a life, he was heartless!
I returned to the hospital with a body full of injuries and no money for hospitalization. I had no choice but to bring my semi-conscious mother home.
What I didn't expect was that the mother and daughter had bought our house at a high price from the landlord, driving us into a dead end!
A heavy rain was falling from the sky. I had nowhere to go, holding my mother in my arms, sitting in the rain until dawn.
Already severely injured and soaked in the rain all night, my mother's high fever led to organ failure, and she eventually passed away.
Witnessing my mother's resentful death, I saw her worried eyes. I was filled with rage. I loathed my father for standing by as she died and despised that mother and daughter duo for their ruthless behavior!
There was no funeral, not even the money to bury my mother, that too, I borrowed from a classmate.
Fury consuming me, I stormed to the company. I intended to expose their indecencies to the public, to utterly disgrace them and stir their company into chaos.
However, I was thrown out by the security guards before I could even enter the front doors of the company. Collapsed by the roadside, I gazed despairingly at the office building, belatedly realizing how ludicrous and naive my plans had been.
While I was at a loss for what to do next, I saw my heartless father and another man emerging from the company.
There was my father, nodding and bowing obsequiously as he bid the man off.
Wiping away my tears and seemingly guided by some unknown force, I followed them. A thought persistently latched onto my mind: I wanted revenge, and I would pay any cost for my mother.
I, who was very young and inexperienced at that time, could only think of methods seen from television dramas.
At a health products store, I bought a box of aphrodisiac. I surreptitiously followed that man until nightfall when he entered a bathhouse. I knew then, my chance had come.
With only a hundred or so RMB left on me, I had to cajole a waitress into letting me disguise as a masseuse and enter the man's room.
I served him tea laced with the aphrodisiac. He, unsuspecting, drank the tea in one gulp.
"New here?" He handed me the empty cup, lazily half-sinking into the couch while squinting at me. I was terribly anxious then, unsure of where to place my hands and I barely managed to reply, "Yes!"
"I won't do anything. Just stay here and accompany me for a couple of hours." He threw a wad of cash at me, instructing, "You know what to tell them when you leave."
His conduct surprised me somewhat.
Ignoring me, he turned over and pretended to sleep.
Before long, his body began to restless. He abruptly sat up, lunged at me, grabbed my collar, and threw me onto the couch, his face an expressive crimson as he glared at me, "Did you drug me? Do I look sickly to you?"
"I, I..." Planning and execution are different things after all, and I had never even had a boyfriend before. If it weren't for my mother's death and the hate I had for my father, I would've definitely been scared stiff.
"But I've already gone this far. I can't back down now."
I gritted my teeth and reached out to untie his bathrobe.
He held onto my chin, forcing me to look at him, "Do you even know what you're doing?"
"I... I know," I bit my lip, one hand tightly holding onto him while the other roughly ripped off my own clothes.
He froze, and I used that moment to successfully knock him down.
"You..."
I kissed him immediately. Despite having no experience, I knew human nature and being a forensic medicine student, I understood the human body well. Add the influence of some medication, and I quickly took control of the situation.
The man stared at me in shock.
Pain made me forget my initial intention. I tried to get up, but he flipped me over and pinned me down. His eyes were stern as he glared at me, "You lit the fire, you have to see it through."
His cold gaze locked onto me as he asked, "Who sent you? How much are they paying you?"
I was feeling a bit dizzy. Swallowing hard, I remembered my real motive. I pushed myself to get out of bed, grabbed the phone I had prepared earlier and climbed back on top of him. Before he could respond, I quickly took several pictures of us.
"What are you doing?"
"I know that Lu Jiahao is doing business with you. I want you to cancel the deal," I said. "Otherwise, I will expose these photos. I will tell everyone that your skills are so awful that no woman would want you, and I will accuse you of rape."
The man’s face suddenly darkened at my words, which made me tremble. I knew that threatening him wasn’t a wise move, but I was desperate!
"Bad skills?" He suddenly smirked.
I was surprised that he wasn't angry because of my threat...
The book seemed to mention that what men least accept is their prowess being questioned. The scene flashed back in my mind again, it was so embarrassing that I wished I could crawl into a crack in the ground.
This man was domineering one moment, sinister the next, and even exuded a bit of rogue charm and narcissism. Thinking about his madness earlier, it left me with a dry and uncomfortable throat.
"Huh!" He scoffed again, "Who raped who in the end?" He reached out and hooked my neck, pulling it down so his lips were next to my ear, "Don't forget, you drugged me."
"I...I don't care. Anyway, I have evidence that it was my first time." I pointed to the dried bloodstains on the bed sheet, "Who would believe that I used my first time to rape you."
He followed my pointing finger and glanced, "What's your relationship with Lu Jiahao and what deep hatred do you have that would make you trade something as valuable as your virginity?"
I bit my lips and didn't speak, and he said again: "If you want my help, you'll have to give me a reason."
Though he didn't panic because of my threat, I felt that he was compromising. After all, a person of his status would definitely be most afraid of scandals.
Thinking it over, I told him what happened, "So, I want to take revenge on him."
