boyutpedia Chapter 470 Luo Yongjiu
Chapter 470 Luo Yongjiu
The oversized plaid shirt hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing a section of her bony collarbone. The cuffs were rolled up to her elbows, and faint blue veins were faintly visible on her pale arms.
The two men, one looked like Yang Zhen and the other looked like Lin Yixiang.
If Li Jian saw this, he would definitely think that Yang Zhen and Lin Yixiang were taking on private jobs.
The only difference is that the bespectacled man is younger and has a better physique than Yang Zhen.
The man in the baseball cap leaned against the control panel, the shadow cast by the brim of the cap obscuring half of his face, revealing only his sharply defined chin.
That meticulously trimmed beard had an iron-gray tinge, like wild grass that had weathered countless storms.
When he frowned while holding a cigarette, the lines at the corners of his eyes spread out in layers, like the patterns etched on a circuit board by the years.
His plaid shirt cuffs were stained with machine oil.
His neck was tanned dark, forming a stark contrast with his pale chest, which was usually hidden under his clothes.
The ashtray was filled with seven or eight cigarette butts, the newest one still emitting wisps of smoke.
He casually took off his hat and scratched his hair, revealing a few glaring white hairs at his temples, while new black hairs stubbornly emerged from the roots, as if refusing to bow to the passage of time.
At this moment, both men's eyes were fixed on the screen on the table.
The screen displays surveillance footage.
Surveillance footage shows a man in a blue suit playing on his phone in an office.
The bespectacled man, with a cigarette in his mouth, said in a muffled voice, "Turn on his phone."
The man in the baseball cap put down his potato chips. As his fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, the reflection of the flowing code on the screen through his glasses cut his narrow, almond-shaped eyes into fragmented spots of light.
The camera on the screen immediately switched from the office to the man's face.
The man in the baseball cap said, "This is the front camera, the selfie camera."
The bespectacled man asked, "Can we see his phone screen?"
The man in the baseball cap nodded and said, "No problem!"
The computer screen immediately displayed the interface of the man's mobile phone, a harvesting game similar to QQ Farm.
The front-facing camera shows the man in the blue suit's fingers moving across the phone screen as he harvests clumps of crops.
What's even more baffling is that the game's background music was playing from the surveillance footage.
Both the man with glasses and the man in the baseball cap could hardly believe their eyes.
. . . . . .
"Brother Jian, I'm leaving now, otherwise Mommy will get suspicious."
Lu Yao kissed Li Jian on the cheek, comforted the young man, and then got up and left.
Li Jian also understood that this was not his home turf.
Lu Yao's mother looked very fierce. If she found out that Lu Yao had slept with her daughter, she would probably immediately take a knife and cut herself into eight pieces.
Lu Yao tiptoed back to her mother's bedroom like a cat sneaking away.
The door hinges made a very slight creaking sound, and she immediately held her breath, freezing in the doorway.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Ruan Yuehua's sleeping face—her mother's brow was still slightly furrowed, but her regular breathing proved that she was not awake.
Lu Yao quietly closed the door until it was just a crack, then slid down to sit on the floor with her back against the cold door panel.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Only then did I realize that my palms were covered in cold sweat, and the back of my nightgown was also wet and stuck to my skin.
She stared at her mother's back, rising and falling with her breath, and unconsciously bit her lower lip until she tasted a trace of blood before letting go.
The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, casting shimmering dark patterns on the floor.
She curled up, hugging her knees, and suddenly noticed an old photograph beside her mother's pillow—a picture of her and her mother taken when she graduated from elementary school. In the moonlight, the mother and daughter in the photo smiled so brightly that it stung her eyes.
Lying back in bed, Lu Yao let out a long sigh of relief.
For more than an hour in the darkness, Lu Yao endured both physical and psychological trauma; her heart was pounding in her throat.
then.
Just as Lu Yao was about to close her eyes, she heard her mother's voice beside her: "Yao Yao, where did you go?"
boom!
The sound was like a bolt of lightning striking Lu Yao's skull, making her eardrums buzz.
She shuddered violently.
A bone-chilling cold shot up her spine from the soles of her feet, making the hairs on her body stand on end.
It felt like I'd been punched hard in the chest, and my breath caught in my throat for a few seconds.
A flash of white light suddenly appeared before my eyes, and all I could hear was the roar of blood pounding against my eardrums.
Her lips trembled unconsciously, but she couldn't utter a sound.
The cold sweat seeping from my back made the nightgown stick firmly to my skin, feeling as cold as if it were covered in ice.
The rustling sound of her mother turning over sounded like thunder at that moment. Lu Yao froze on the spot, not daring to even move her eyes. She tasted a hint of rust on her tongue—she had somehow bitten through the inside of her mouth.
The shadows of the trees outside the window suddenly twisted and distorted, casting menacing dark shadows on my retina.
Lu Yao had only one thought in her mind: "Oh no, I've been found out. Will my mother beat me to death?"
Ruan Yuehua's voice scraped against Lu Yao's eardrums like a dull knife: "Yao Yao, you did that kind of thing with that guy surnamed Li?"
Each word carried a heavy, trembling tone, striking out invisible sparks in the darkness.
Lu Yao felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat. Her tongue pressed against her palate, and she only realized she had bitten open her wound again when she tasted blood.
The moonlight shone on her pale face, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a dying butterfly.
Silence erected a transparent wall between the mother and daughter.
As Ruan Yuehua sat up, the creaking of the mattress springs sounded like torture.
A drop of sweat slid down her spine, freezing into an ice crystal at her tailbone.
The distant hooting of an owl shattered the suffocating silence.
Ruan Yuehua's voice suddenly rose, like a sharp knife cleaving through the stagnant air.
She suddenly sat up in bed, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.
In the moonlight, her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her voice was trembling with broken sobs:
"You! How can you be so shameless!"
The sentence was almost screamed out, the last syllable splitting, and it exploded in the room.
She grabbed the pillow and slammed it to the ground. Feathers burst out from the cracks, scattering like a pale snowflake in the moonlight.
"How old are you to dare do such a thing?!" Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing Lu Yao's heart and making her tremble.
"I work from dawn till dusk every day... and you just ruin yourself like this?!" Her voice suddenly choked, turning into a sob. She raised her hand and slapped herself, the crisp sound sending a shiver down Lu Yao's spine.
She suddenly bent over and began to retch, as if she were vomiting up her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs. Tears and snot streamed down her face, yet she kept repeating incoherently, "How dare you... how dare you..."