"Chen Mo, may you rest in peace. Be an ordinary person in your next life."
Wu Huaqing raised his hand, signaling for someone to set the cup of tea before me.
I stared at the tea, struggling to catch my breath for a moment.
Even then, Wu Huaqing was still reassuring me.
"Your friends will be able to live in peace from now on."
"That Zhao Qiankun is a little older than I am. From now on, we'll leave each other alone."
"I heard he adopted a child. I hope that child grows up healthy and without a hitch."
"Wouldn't it be a shame if the child died young?"
I looked up at him and reached out with my limp right hand, about to pick up the tea.
But the next second, I changed my mind, got up, and tried to run outside.
The man who had brought in the tea gave me no chance. He quickly knocked me to the floor and pinned me down, pressing his knee hard into my back.
"Stay still!"
I lay on the floor, struggling desperately, but lacked the strength to break free.
Wu Huaqing rose and walked over to me. He sighed and patted my shoulder. "Calm down. Just calm down. There's no point in doing this."
My eyes wide with despair, I shed pleading tears. "Mr. Wu, spare me. I swear I'll never oppose you again. Spare me!"
Wu Huaqing sighed again and said nothing more to me.
I knew he wouldn't change his mind.
I trembled for half a minute before saying in despair, "Can you let me write a suicide note?"
Wu Huaqing frowned. "If you're trying to pull something, save it. I've been gentle enough with you, because I still admire you as a person. If you keep making