I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

She almost wanted to beg Xia Wuzhao, but she couldn't utter a word.

"It's something I've always wanted, but I don't want it to be like this now."

"It's something I've always wanted to do, but I don't want to do it in front of my mother."

She struggled, but Xia Wuzhao seemed to be doing it on purpose.

He pressed Chiho down onto the table and kissed her.

He kissed her red lips, looking at her flustered and anxious face.

He stared into her crimson eyes.

Her long, scarlet hair trembled like a snake, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

Chiho struggled, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free.

His former composure and his mischievous demeanor shattered into countless fragments.

She was panicked, but her heart grew heavier and sadder.

The girl was almost in tears.

A huge sense of guilt welled up inside her; she felt she had let her mother down.

I suddenly realized that I had done something wrong.

I shouldn't have done that.

Her reaction was just like that of an ordinary girl.

But Yoshiko Kirishima first recorded it with her phone before pretending to be crazy and approaching.

She pounded on Xia Wuzhao's back, yelling, "What are you doing to my daughter? Get away!"

She pushed Xia Wuzhao forcefully, but Xia Wuzhao's single glance was enough to frighten her into retreating.

"I was actually scared by a high school student?"

A wave of shame and anger rose within her, and an overwhelming rage nearly overwhelmed her reason.

She grabbed a stool, intending to smash it at Xia Wuzhao.

Natsugiri Kai released Kirishima Chiho, whose mouth was bleeding.

Ignoring Kirishima Chiho, Natsugiri Kai simply tripped Kirishima Yoshiko with a light touch, causing chairs to fall to the ground with a clatter.

Kirishima Chiho hurriedly pulled down her clothes, feeling both pained and ashamed.

She rushed to help Jiazi up, calling out frantically, "Mommy, Mommy."

Yoshiko deliberately fell to the ground, and with Kirishima Chiho's help, she managed to sit up. She brushed her hair aside, revealing her slightly swollen cheeks.

She said, "Don't worry, it just hurts a lot."

Kirishima Chiho almost burst into tears, but she didn't know why she was crying.

Clearly, I've been in a lot of pain.

But now, I feel even more pain in my heart.

"I was terrified and scared. I didn't want to do this in front of my mother."

"I always felt I had let her down; I shouldn't have acted this way. I know she loved me so much just to control me."

"But—, but..."

"I just want to fall into depravity somewhere no one knows, and then die somewhere no one knows. Only after I die will others know of my depravity."

"That way, no one will be blamed."

Thinking this, she felt extremely ashamed and even somewhat at a loss.

Yoshiko Kirishima said, "Don't worry, it's okay even if your friend hits Mom."

"No matter how much physical pain you feel, it's not as painful as seeing you doing this kind of thing here."

She said sadly, touching Kirishima Chiho's face: "You are my pride, you are my glory."

How could you behave so shamelessly?

Kirishima Chiho didn't know how to refute it, she could only tremble.

"Mom dressed you and put on your shoes this morning."

"Mom has done so much for you, is she really not as good as him?"

As Yoshiko said this, tears immediately streamed down her face.

She seemed unable to say a word, but then she said, "Chiho, Mom should be a good role model for you. But now, I'm crying again."

"Even in the height of summer, I feel as if I'm in a frozen wasteland."

"Even in an empty world, I feel like I can't breathe."

She just kept her head down and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Jiazi said. "Mom isn't stopping you, Mom just thinks this kind of thing is wrong."

“Mom is always right,” Kirishima Yoshiko said. “It’s never wrong to listen to Mom.”

She said, "Let's go to the piano room with Mom, okay, Chiho?"

Yoshiko Kirishima pleaded.

Chiho felt like she was about to collapse, and she didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

Something inside me is collapsing, something inside me is disappearing.

"I have seen what the future will look like once again."

She glanced at Xia Wuzhao subconsciously.

Blood trickled from Kirishima Chiho's lips, and her crimson eyes held panic and pleading.

But Xia Wuzhao only uttered one sentence in silence.

—You must hate me.

Chiho remained silent for a moment, looking at Kirishima Yoshiko, whose face was full of sorrow.

With a pained yet hesitant expression, she said, "Okay, Mom."

But after saying those words, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Kirishima Yoshiko hugged Chiho and said, "My good child, my good child, Chiho. You will always be my pride."

She said this, but Chiho couldn't make a sound.

Where Chiho couldn't see, Kirishima Yoshiko gave Natsugiri Kai a smug smile.

Chapter 133 Holding a rusty necklace called "Slave"

In the end, Yoshiko Kirishima left the Literature Club with Chiho.

Chiho was held by the arm, preventing her from turning around.

She said, "Chiho, as long as you listen to your mother, you'll still be my good girl. You haven't practiced the piano in a long time, and you might have even forgotten how."

Yoshiko Kirishima said softly, "Just practice for a little while, and it will be over soon. That way, Mom's pain will be reduced a little."

She was incredibly gentle, and said softly, "It's okay if you don't want to practice the piano. Just spend some time with Mom in the sun."

Kirishima Yoshiko said things that Chiho couldn't refuse.

She was almost humbled to the point of being insignificant.

How could Chiho possibly refuse?

She, a girl so intelligent and insightful about people, was unable to resist the trap she had clearly seen through, yet still couldn't escape it.

That so-called "love" is quite strange; it seems that with love, everything you do is right.

That thing called love was like fine, dense threads, manipulating Chiho like a puppet.

Even if you see through the trap, even if reason and intelligence have made everything clear.

Yet her tender heart still drove her body into the trap, letting the bitterness in her heart turn into bitter blood flowing through her body.

The sound of a piano, which had been absent for a long time, rang out again in the school.

After Xia Wuzhao closed the door and turned the piano music down a bit, she sat down in the chair.

Xiao Ai asked, "Lord Xia Wu, it seems that Qian Sui has returned to the state where she was controlled by her mother before."

She said with some regret, "All our previous efforts have been in vain."

“It’s not a complete failure, it’s just a spiral upward,” Xia Wuzhao said. “Because the pursuit of happiness and freedom is ingrained in human nature, especially for those who have already tasted happiness and freedom.”

"But Chiho doesn't seem to be like that," Ai thought about Chiho's behavior.

“That’s because she took everything for granted,” Xia Wuzhao said. “She had never escaped her family before, so she could only remain in despair and silence.”

"But these past few days have been different. They've probably been her freest days, though she may not even realize it herself. Once you've tasted sweetness, a longing will be born in your heart."

"Even if it is suppressed, this desire will still gradually sprout like a seed."

He said this with absolute certainty.

Xiao Ai thought there might be some truth to it, but she said, "Lord Natsugiri, your previous behavior was terrible. You actually kissed Kirishima Yoshiko's daughter in front of her."

“I saw her crying. She was absolutely heartbroken and sad. That’s why she felt ashamed in front of Yoshiko, and that’s why she listened to her mother. If it weren’t for that, perhaps everything would be different.”

Xiao Ai said, "Lord Xia Wu, I already reminded you. Her mother is right outside the door."

"I did it on purpose." Xia Wuzhao leaned back in her chair and said casually, "I did it on purpose so that her mother would see it."

Xiao Ai hesitated and said, "Doesn't this mean we're destroying all the efforts we've made before?"

That's not the case.

Natsugiri Kai said, "The only one who is wrong is Chiho."

"This..." Xiao Ai didn't know what to say.

“I’m not wrong, Xiao Ai,” Xia Wuzhao said. “The reason she feels guilty and sad is simply because she has taken all the blame upon herself. She clearly saw through everything, yet she still fell into the trap.”

She felt guilty and ashamed. She was flustered and nervous when facing her mother.

"It was as if she had done something wrong."

"What did she actually do wrong?"

"The only one who was wrong was me. She did nothing wrong to her mother. Only her mother was wrong to her."

"She shouldn't feel guilty or sad."

Xia Wuzhao said, "She should actually hate me. I did it on purpose. I suppressed her so that she couldn't break free from my control."

“Once she starts to hate me, she will realize that it wasn’t her fault. At that point, she will find that she doesn’t need to feel guilty towards her mother.”

As she said this, Xia Wuzhao looked at the lush green tree outside the window: "However, she may not even understand hatred."

Xiao Ai asked, "What do we need to do?"

Xia Wuzhao thought for a moment and said, "You don't need to do anything. Chiho will understand my intention. I already see the ending."

Xiao Ai was a little worried; she wondered if things were really as Xia Wuzhao thought.

But Xia Wuzhao was just quietly reading her book, so she could only keep her question to herself.

After all, even if you fail, you can make up for it.

But Xiao Ai couldn't help but say, "Lord Xia Wu, if it weren't for the various measures taken by our predecessors, your method would definitely have led to a bad outcome."

“Although the girl’s memories are currently locked, they’re already on the verge of collapse,” Ai said. “If her memories are unlocked, what you’ve done recently will drive Aoi Asahi crazy. She will absolutely never forgive you. And Chiho will also be in a difficult position.”

Xia Wuzhao did not answer Xiao Ai's question, but silently looked at his book. He would have his own way of dealing with it.

The sound of the piano echoed through the campus, but only Xia Wuzhao could detect a hint of pain in it.

Others simply felt that the emotions were incredibly rich and the level of skill was extremely high.

The other students at the school were not surprised by the piano music playing again.

Instead, there's a sense of entitlement.

The piano should be playing like this at noon.