To Covet (GL) - Chapter 1

It has been ten years since I last saw Yu Zhouwan.

At that time, she was the “daughter of my father’s colleague” in his words. She came here because her family was away on a business trip and couldn’t take care of her, so she stayed for a few days, nothing more.

My father hugged me and pointed to the little girl who was a whole head taller than me, “Sweetheart, come and call her sister,” he said to me, “This is your Sister Wanwan.”

Yu Zhouwan carried an old, worn-out backpack, nodding and bowing her head the whole time, remaining silent in response to all the warm welcomes, like a shadow that silently drifted for three days, and then we never saw her again.

I affectionately called her “Sister Wanwan,” but I didn’t think to ask her full name.

Ten years later—at my biological mother’s funeral, I ran into her again.

Before all this happened, I already knew the whole truth as a member of this family, whether it was the fact that we shared the same bl00d, or the love affairs and emotional disputes of the three people from the previous generation.

The woman standing next to him now is his second wife, but Yu Hanyang knew her years before he met my mother, and they even reached the point of discussing marriage. As for how their relationship ended, I have no idea. After Yu Hanyang broke up with her, he quickly got together with my mother. That woman disappeared for the next five or six years, only to reappear later with a little girl older than me and a paternity test report.

I guess it probably started from that time when he had already made a cost-benefit analysis between the two families.

On one side is an ordinary employee he met through a blind date, and on the other is a corporate executive from a company with whom he has a child. Yu Hanyang doesn’t have much ability; after struggling in Shucheng for so long, he still can’t secure a stable salary. For him, this isn’t considered cheating, but rather making appropriate sacrifices for his future.

My biological mother, Yang Chun—the one whose name is engraved on the tombstone—she repeatedly contacted her nominal husband before her death, trying to entrust him with the last two years of my childhood. Of course, it ended in failure, but little did she know that Yu Hanyang voluntarily attended the funeral.

Still with his new wife and daughter, an enviable family of three.

The door of the cremation furnace slammed shut, and a brief moment of dizziness transported me back to that night nine years ago.

Yang Chun repeatedly told me not to worry about the adults. Although I was used to the sounds of arguing and things being thrown in the house, I had never dared to come out. But today, the noise continued for an unusually long time. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t help but pull open a crack in the door to look outside.

Yu Hanyang was choking Yang Chun and cursing her as a cheap whore. Yang Chun’s dead gray eyes suddenly widened in a flash of light when she saw me hiding in the shadows. Her nails dug deeply into the back of Yu Hanyang’s hand, bl00d first seeping into her fingertips and then trickling down in streams. Yu Hanyang finally released his grip, and Yang Chun was thrown to the ground like a bl00d-drained chicken. After rolling her eyes for a while, she finally caught.

She crawled to pick up the knife from the ground, but at that moment, Yu Hanyang had already slammed the door and left.

Since then, I have never seen him again.

I often have the illusion that that night, Yang Chun was actually strangled to death by Yu Hanyang. Who occupied her body when she woke up? I don’t know. Yang Chun’s soul was taken away by a man who deceived and tricked her from head to toe. Later, she frantically tried to find what she had lost in the bodies of other men, but naturally, she failed—what she had eaten, even if regurgitated, would only come out as sour, rotten matter.

I think, if Yang Chun saw the man who usually spoke coldly to her, intimately hugging another woman’s shoulder before the moment of silence began, she would surely curse him even if she turned into a vengeful spirit.

Unfortunately, there are no ghosts in this world.

Yang Chun had very few relatives, and even fewer friends. I was seeing the guests off, and just as I was about to leave, Yu Hanyang stopped me.

“Yu Keyi, stop,” he called my full name, “you are coming back with me.”

Refers to going back to his current home.

“Okay,” I was already too exhausted to break down and go crazy, so I spoke to him with unusual politeness, “I’ll go back and pack my things.”

My gaze fell on the girl beside him, she looked about my age, still the same as before, with a cold expression, her brows and eyes having grown a bit since childhood, the similar features between us becoming more and more apparent.

“This is your sister,” he pointed at Yu Zhouwan and said.

I glanced at Yu Zhouwan; she was still slightly taller than me, so I had to slightly raise my head to meet her gaze.

“Sister.”