Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?
Chapter 157: You Betrayed Me?

Chapter 157: You Betrayed Me?

The two had took off their shoes, walking barefoot around the white sands as AiLin was heard humming a song by the young delinquent who seemed surprised to hear the song she was singing. He walked closer to her, their shoulders side by side, and their eyes meeting whenever they talk to one another, "You seem to like that song."

"Hm? Actually I don’t know the title of the song, I just heard it quite often in the library," she answered him.

"Library, do you not like studying at home?" He knew the question was too direct but asked it either way and hearing this, AiLin seemed taken aback but she chuckled lightly and stretched her arms.

"You know, I would have been upset if someone else had asked that question to me because I hate being pitied and I don’t want to be ashamed of myself," she crouched down when she saw a shell and marveled at it.

The young delinquent bent down and sat beside her on the sands, looking at her even though she tried to shove the seashell to his eyes so he could admire it too.

He spoke gently, "Why do you have to be ashamed? People who hurt others regardless of the reasons are the one who should be ashamed."

AiLin’s heart fluttered at his words and she found herself just staring at him for a long while, "You, make some sense but I don’t want to talk about my problem to others."

"And I’m one of those others?" He asked and genuinely sounded sad, not because she didn’t want to tell him about herself but rather because she seemed hesitant to open up to him.

She looked again at the seashell which color was so light and when she placed it beside the delinquent eyes for some reason though his face was a blur, she could feel that his eyes were as bright and glimmering as the seashell she had put near him. She had been anxious for the past few days but for some odd reasons just hearing the delinquent talk as they walked down the beach made her feel at ease. Perhaps that was why she felt so easy to talk to him and open up, perhaps that was why she hadn’t thought twice before telling him about herself which she wouldn’t have done to others.

"Well, what are you to me then?" She asked him and then she pulled out her fingers, "Not too close for a classmate, not even too close to become a friend, more close enough to be called..." lovers, she added in her head but didn’t continue it.

He smiled then and covered her hands with his hands, "Partners in crime. Like today, we both skip class, I’ll be your partner in crime. Whenever you need help in doing something bad, I’ll be your partner in crime. We won’t be strangers anymore if we’re partner, after all we’re going to do more troubles together."

She started to grin and let out a small chuckle, "I see, but you haven’t convinced me enough. How about you first explain to me why you become such a delinquent? I heard during the first year you were such a good boy who follow the teacher’s words at all cost."

He sighed as he sat down and leaned to look at the sea while she stare at his side profile, "My parents were worried about me. I have always followed all their words without a single complain for once. It was never because I feel the need to adhere to the pressures surrounding me but because I just want to be a good son to them."

"Eh, isn’t that the more reason why you wouldn’t want to rebel?"

He chuckled and she found this chuckling so familiar to her now, "True," he said, "But you should also know the more silent I become it would worry my parents even more. They began to visit the psychiatrist, afraid that I’m keeping something from them or trying to endure the pressure. They don’t want me to break under pressure or worse do something harmful to myself. I had a history when I was in need to see the psychiatrist as often as visiting a newborn baby, I guess that they were just worried about my mental health a lot."

"I see, then the reason for your rebel is just to show your parents that you want to live a normal life too like any others?" Though his reasoning didn’t sound far too convincing or too smart and bright for someone who always take the first rank in all exams in the entire country, the young delinquent was just a middle schooler like her who was just desperate to put his parent’s mind at ease. He must have thought that if he makes occasional mistakes and look a bit troubled with some flaws and setbacks, his parents would feel so much at ease.

She saw how he rubbed his head as if troubled and replied thoughtfully, "They don’t think I’m rebelling to be quite honest. Though I do smoke and ride the motorcycle I have a written permission for the motorcycle and an early driving license, my grades in school are also good too, but a little mistakes and greed was enough to put my parent’s mind at ease as they think that I’m now ’normal’ like any others."

"But you are normal," she said with a purse of her lips. She saw him confused and she pointed out to what he didn’t notice from the start. "I mean isn’t it already greedy for you to study every day to make sure that you always achieve the first rank? Like you I have always tried to keep my studies to the first place and we both know how difficult it is even if people around us just think of it as something ’Normal’. Truth is, we worked so hard for it, we worked harder than we could and that greed means that you are normal like any others."

She then sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "First off who decide what’s normal and what’s not? If I don’t like to drink milk is that not normal?"

"No, that’s just preference," he responded and she nodded eagerly, inching closer to him.

"Preference! We are unique, each and every one of us, that would also mean your greed will of course be so far different than others. I say that you are the most normal person I have ever seen in the world," she smiled wider, "Because others would have walked away seeing me drenched under the rain but you didn’t. You have a kindness that everyone should have."

The young delinquent saw her face as she looked at his hands, as if she was admiring his long fingers and he feels briefly conscious about the wounds that were on his left wrists. He tried to cover it but as if knowing this, AiLin had looked back to the sea. She was briefly quiet but that didn’t make the air stagnant or weird. Instead, it simply felt so peaceful, so so peaceful that he felt so alive and free, as if he finally breathed in the fresh air that he never knew he needed.

"My mother don’t like me," AiLin said as she looked at the blue sky. "I could never understand why. I have tried to be the best daughter she could be proud of but everything I do seems to have made her feel more miserable. She doesn’t like touching me, she doesn’t want to sit in the same table as me, and sometimes she speaks harshly if she doesn’t hit me. But maybe because I’m not enough to meet her standard yet."

The young delinquent frowned, his concerned was dripping from his words, "Isn’t that dangerous? Your mother, what would happen if she hit you too hard and instead wound you severely."

"Oh come on, that won’t happen," she said with a weak smile. She was the one who told him that it wouldn’t happen but somehow she sounded more exasperated than ever, as though those words were hard for her to believe in herself. "I am sure that won’t happen. She just... she’s just sick now, when she’s better she would return to her loving self."

"Loving self? Has she ever been loving to you?" The question he asked was sharp and that struck a chord to her throat. She stared back at him, her face paling as if she had came to a sober realization.

She was wordless as she stared to the white sands that was blurrier than ever while her throat was parched.

Pursing her lips, she looked back at him, "Do you think a mother could stop loving their children because they weren’t enough to satisfy their..." she found it hard to find the right words to express herself and finally came out with it after a long and brief moment of silence. "Expectation?"

"I don’t know," the young delinquent answered, "But there shouldn’t be any mother who would hate their own children just because they didn’t fulfill their wish enough. AiLin," when he called her name, her uneasiness seemed to calm a little like a stroke of a warm and tender hand on her head, "You’re enough. You don’t have to listen to others who tell you that you aren’t enough for them. That is not your mistake but rather their own problem."

"But... if it wasn’t because I fail in making her proud," she paused, "Then why does she hate me?"

The young delinquent suddenly looked surprised. He reached out his hand quickly and then pulled her head and pushed her face into his chest. He was wordless as he pulled her in, his throat bobbing as he felt his heart aching upon seeing the tears that dropped like large water bubbles from her eyes. He wanted to tell her that her mother doesn’t hate her but how could a mother in their right mind hurt their own daughter so badly to the point that they think that they weren’t enough to make their mother proud?

This girl? Who was so kind? Who never missed the first rank in all her examination? The one who made sure she would always be fair and just?

She couldn’t be a shame to her family.

It was her family that’s the problem.

The young man recalled to his chauffeur’s words as he had told him that the best way would be reporting to school about the abuse. He began to think about it and after looking at how fragile she was, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps it was the only right approach to contact the school for abuse so she would be safe.

He had a feeling that her mother wasn’t only hateful but insane. Who knows what that woman would do to her?