Chapter 34: Witch

There is no God in the world, and no one can change others. Those who try to manipulate human nature with words will sooner or later face backlash, and An Baili is Lu Li’s backlash. Lu Li still doesn’t know that it’s not An Baili who is wrong, but himself. He manipulated An Baili and tried to make her live like she didn’t belong to her, which would eventually make both parties exhausted and make An Baili explode in despair.

And now, Lu Li is also manipulating Chu Jingyi. Manipulating her joys, anger, sorrows, and joys, manipulating her every frown and smile. This world is mutually manipulated, and Chu Xiaodong is also manipulating Lu Li. This is an airtight net. Not many people can walk out of the net soberly.

There was a frog doll hanging on An Baili’s backpack. The frog had dull fur and strange facial features, and was extremely ugly. She put the backpack with the doll hanging at her feet, took out the key from her trouser pocket, and was about to open the door. “Going home” is a warm and comfortable thing for most people, but An Baili is not one of them. She doesn’t like going home. No matter how many times she has been reborn, she doesn’t like going back to “parents’ home”.

For a child, a family with parents is the happiest. If God gives a great mission to this person, it’s okay to be like Lu Li, who has no father and no mother. The most tormenting family is a single-parent family with a father but no mother, or a mother but no father. An Baili’s family is like this.

Walking through the relatively clean living room, An Baili saw her father An Gulai lying drunk on the sofa. The TV was still on, but because of the arrears, there were only some boring and ridiculous health care product advertisements on it. An Baili just walked forward to turn off the TV, and suddenly heard the movement of getting up behind her. She subconsciously shrank her neck.

“Don’t turn off the TV, I’m not asleep!” The voice was loud, like someone shouting with a loud speaker.

Although she had experience in her previous life, An Baili was still terrified when she heard this impatient voice. This voice destroyed her first half of life like a nightmare. She subconsciously touched the frame of her glasses, and after making sure that she was still wearing glasses and her bangs were not scattered, she turned around tremblingly.

“I thought you were asleep.”

An Gulai roared: “What’s the look in your eyes? Can’t you see that I’m not asleep? Go cook for me!”

An Baili lowered her head and walked out in small steps. When she got to the kitchen, the disgust in her eyes was uncontrollable. The kitchen that had just been cleaned yesterday was messed up again today. Beer was spilled everywhere, and there were huge footprints on the stove. I don’t know what An Gulai was drunk again. She picked up the fragments on the ground, imagining using this sharp fragment to pierce An Gulai’s throat and watch him die in despair.

After making a simple fried rice, An Baili walked to the living room with the rice bowl. Before she reached the door, she heard An Gulai sobbing inside. This was completely normal. An Gulai was always hysterical and crazy, and crying for her own feelings. But whether it was madness or crying, it had nothing to do with her daughter. If An Baili went up to ask about it without knowing what was good for her, she would be beaten by this man, and she would not dare to wear short sleeves to school for at least half a month.

She put the fried rice at the door and dared not make any sound, like a hunter hiding from wild beasts in the jungle.

Through the crack in the door, she could see An Gulai crying again while holding his mother’s photo. She didn’t know how many pounds of tears she would shed for a person who had been dead for sixteen years? Crying every year, crying every year, will she really cry her mother to death one day? She glanced at An Gulai with disdain, then went upstairs to her room and carefully locked the door.

There are still two years before the end of high school, and she will have to endure such days for at least two more years. At such times, An Baili always missed Lu Li especially. She sat down at the desk and saw three inkless pens. She had used these three pens to finish writing the business plan. She didn’t dare to turn on the light at night for fear of being discovered by An Gulai, so she secretly opened the window and wrote in the moonlight.