Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30: I'll Just Rub Against It

Chapter 30: I’ll Just Rub Against It

Xu Jiu’s mind exploded with a buzzing sensation.

His eyes stretched like rubber balls pulled to their limit, bulging as he stared fiercely at Cao Weidong. Without uttering a word, the terror and disgust in his gaze conveyed everything he needed to say.

Cao Weidong’s hand was warm, unlike his typically cold demeanor, with a rough palm and fingertips covered in thin calluses. When they brushed against skin, the sensation resembled that of a loofah scrub—not painful, but intensely noticeable.

Xu Jiu still had a cloth stuffed in his mouth. That same cloth had previously robbed him of his sight, and now it was stealing his ability to speak.

Yet, through the thick wad of fabric, Xu Jiu managed to bite out a heavy Get lost! as if squeezing blood from a stone.

Get lost—!

Xu Jiu’s eyes turned completely red from shouting, indistinguishable whether from fury or shame.

Muffled by the cloth gag and set against Xu Jiu’s striking features, the curse sounded more like an angry huff through the nostrils—both to the ear and to the eye.

So Cao Weidong paused his movements but didn’t withdraw his hand.

Xu Jiu finally found a moment to regain control of his body.

But he felt despair.

He wasn’t dull—in fact, he was acutely aware that at this moment, his body, his consciousness, even his right to breathe were all held in Cao Weidong’s hands. He had no strength left to command himself.

Xu Jiu lifted his gaze, staring at his own reflection in Cao Weidong’s grasp, when a powerful sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Wasn’t he now just a specimen for Cao Weidong to manipulate as he pleased?

His ego was trapped in a collar, his limbs bound by ropes. If Cao Weidong offered him even a small reward, he’d readily abandon his dignity too.

Xu Jiu realized this, yet remained powerless to change it.

A mist formed in his eyes, diluting the ferocious crimson into an indescribable blush of shame.

Xu Jiu curled his body completely into a ball, burying his face in the blankets while his shoulders trembled rhythmically.

The suffocating danger from accumulating breathlessness stacked up like gambling chips on a table. Xu Jiu simply held his breath, contemplating whether suffocating himself would end it all.

Cao Weidong flipped him over just as oxygen deprivation threatened to whiten his vision, directly yanking out the mouth-gag.

A sharp gasp of air flooded Xu Jiu’s throat, washing away his self-destructive urges completely. All that remained was his red-faced form trembling in Cao Weidong’s hands as he greedily gulped oxygen.

The moment his mouth regained freedom, Xu Jiu bared his sharp teeth and immediately sank them into Cao Weidong’s wrist, leaving deep bloody impressions. Pale flesh and fresh blood filled every gap between Xu Jiu’s teeth, sculpting a distinct ring of bloody tooth marks using Cao Weidong’s wrist as clay.

After licking the blood from his pointed teeth, he threw back his head and spat toward Cao Weidong’s face, shouting:

Damn pervert! Get away from me!

Cao Weidong stood up. Then you do the rubbing.

Xu Jiu froze.

Was he just leaving like that?

Cao Weidong returned to sit at the table, lowering his head to carefully examine the wound on his wrist. His gaze traced every groove of the injury like a paintbrush.

The wound was bloody with flesh torn outward—Xu Jiu had clearly intended to bite the hand clean off.

Such a severe injury would scar if not promptly disinfected and bandaged.

Cao Weidong found leftover gauze and disinfectant in the cabinet. But when he picked up the disinfectant to apply it, his movements hesitated.

During that moment of hesitation, Xu Jiu finally couldn’t hold back and took the initiative to surrender: …Come here.

Cao Weidong ignored Xu Jiu, not even sparing him a glance, deliberately leaving Xu Jiu’s request hanging.

Xu Jiu’s face flushed to the color of liver. Getting three words of concession out of this bad dog’s mouth was already a sign he was nearly driven mad by his unsoothed emotions.

Originally, the fire in Xu Jiu’s body would have subsided after some rubbing, but Cao Weidong had to reach over and touch him, only to coldly withdraw his hand afterward.

What was this if not pouring gasoline on fire?!

It was absolutely intentional!

Xu Jiu was furious.

Are you deaf—?

Xu Jiu took a deep breath, ready to curse, but just then Cao Weidong turned and gave him a look. Xu Jiu immediately pressed his lips together and fell silent.

Speak.

Xu Jiu was forceful but polite enough not to insult Cao Weidong’s ancestors.

Rub yourself.

Cao Weidong said.

…………

Xu Jiu didn’t speak anymore.

After a brief silence, Xu Jiu insisted, Then you’re not allowed to look.

Mm. Cao Weidong set the disinfectant aside, only stopping the bleeding simply.

Xu Jiu bit his lower lip, his sharp teeth leaving a small indentation. It stung a little, so he soothed it with his tongue.

Xu Jiu rubbed himself very cautiously, not daring to be too unrestrained, but gentle movements had no effect, so he kept searching for the right intensity.

Once he found the suitable posture and angle, Xu Jiu maintained it.

Restrained moans escaped from Xu Jiu’s nostrils. Without the added sensations of suffocation and pain, he felt deeply unsatisfied.

It wasn’t painful enough, not pleasurable enough—it was merely relieving a need.

The thought of pain and pleasure made Xu Jiu instinctively glance in Cao Weidong’s direction.

The moment his gaze shifted, their eyes suddenly met.

Cao Weidong hadn’t kept his word about not looking—he had been watching all along.

He had been watching since Xu Jiu started rubbing against the floor wrapped in the blanket, and now he was staring openly, without any concealment.

In Cao Weidong’s eyes, there was no trace of affection or love, only a curious examination—a confusion about why Xu Jiu would do such a thing, yet simultaneously, he was deeply intrigued by Xu Jiu.

It was still like observing a specimen, as if he had accidentally acquired an exceptionally unique specimen and was in no hurry to handle it, choosing to observe first.

This condescension, this disdain, this undisguised scrutiny—

Made Xu Jiu’s mind go blank. Amidst a wave of intense ringing in his ears, his emotions surged to their peak and exploded in his head all at once.

Xu Jiu curled up on the floor, his eyes still fixed in Cao Weidong’s direction, but his gaze was unfocused, unable to distinguish the human form.

Xu Jiu’s body trembled slightly as unrestrained, satisfied moans escaped from his throat.

Cao Weidong gave him some time to recover. Only when enough time had passed did he step forward to wipe him clean.

When Xu Jiu tried to resist, his mouth was gagged with cloth and his ankles bound.

He still struggled, but a slap across the face left half of it burning and numb with pain. Only after realizing the disparity in their strength was like that between Tyson and an ant did he finally settle down completely.

Cao Weidong took care of people meticulously. With water at just the right temperature, he carefully wiped every part of Xu Jiu’s body, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Xu Jiu didn’t have to do anything—he simply lay back in Cao Weidong’s hands and enjoyed the attention.

Later, when Cao Weidong untied him and stuffed him into the bathroom to wash up, Xu Jiu drowsily fell asleep, completely forgetting that his hands and feet were free—a perfect opportunity to fight or flee.

When he woke up, he couldn’t tell whether it was day or night, but Cao Weidong wasn’t home.

His hands weren’t bound by ropes anymore, but the chain around his neck remained. Cao Weidong had given him a little freedom but was still wary of him wrecking the place.

Two bowls were placed on the floor—one containing two meat buns, the other filled with water. Both were pet bowls printed with dog paw prints.

Without a word, Xu Jiu knocked them all over.

I’m hungry! Xu Jiu yelled at the camera overhead.

The camera’s red light lit up—clearly, Cao Weidong was watching him.

McDonald’s! Xu Jiu shouted again.

The red light went dark.

What’s that supposed to mean?! If you can’t afford to keep me, don’t! You damn cheapskate! Son of a bitch—

Taking advantage of Cao Weidong’s absence, Xu Jiu cursed at the camera until his stomach growled loudly.

But the buns had rolled a few times on the concrete floor, covered in a layer of dust.

Counting the days, Xu Jiu had gone nearly three days without a single grain of rice. The last water he drank was from a cup Cao Weidong had held for him before he fell asleep the previous night.

After what felt like an eternity, Cao Weidong finally returned. When the door opened, it was completely dark outside—night had fallen.

If he didn’t eat now, it would make a full four days of starvation.

Cao Weidong set out the bowls again, placing meat buns and water inside.

The next second, Xu Jiu overturned everything.

Let me starve to death, then.

Xu Jiu remained defiant, even as hunger threatened to make him pass out.

Cao Weidong didn’t indulge him. He took the uneaten food away, answered a phone call, and went out again.

Xu Jiu’s stomach had stopped growling from hunger. Instead, sharp, cramping pains shot through his abdomen.

Just then, Cao Weidong opened the door and dragged in a compressed mattress and a set of bedding.

He busied himself arranging the new bed against the wall. The previous night, he had slept slumped over the table while Xu Jiu slept on the floor. When he checked on Xu Jiu in the morning, he noticed several unexplained bruises on his body.

So first thing that day, he spent all the money he had to buy a new mattress and quilt, not wanting Xu Jiu to suffer on the hard ground any longer.

With only fifty yuan left in his pocket, he bought two meat buns.

The buns ended up rolling on the floor, gathering dust before Xu Jiu kicked them away in frustration.

By the time Cao Weidong finished setting everything up, Xu Jiu was already half-unconscious from the pain.

When Xu Jiu woke up, the chain on the wall had been moved to the edge of the mattress, fastened to a nail driven into the inner wall.

Curling up tightly, Xu Jiu pressed down on his stomach, trying to suppress the hunger. So useless. Why keep someone if you can’t afford it?

Cao Weidong ignored him, made a phone call, and left again.

Hello, could I get the tutoring fee settled now?

Not until the end of the month? Okay.

Cao Weidong made another call and learned that his exam bonus wouldn’t be paid until after the New Year.

After thanking them, he returned to the warehouse.

Xu Jiu was sulking, burying his head in the quilt without a word.

Cao Weidong opened his laptop to search for daily-paid jobs.

The two remained in a cold war until late into the night. It wasn’t until they went to bed that Xu Jiu finally broke the silence.

Starving to the brink of death, Xu Jiu lay on his side facing Cao Weidong and lightly knocked his head against Cao Weidong’s back. I’m hungry, he whispered.

Xu Jiu didn’t have the strength to speak loudly.

McDonald’s? Cao Weidong turned and asked him.

Xu Jiu’s eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

No. Cao Weidong turned his back again and went back to sleep.

Xu Jiu took a deep breath, and in the silent room, a gurgling sound was heard.

Sorry, could you make me a bowl of noodles? I’m really hungry, please.

I promise I won’t scold you again. I’ll behave. It’s just… I just can’t accept eating from a dog bowl.

Cao Weidong stirred, turning toward Xu Jiu.

With that turn, the distance between them abruptly shrank to an unprecedented closeness.

The mattress was barely wide enough for two people to lie side by side, arms pressed together. They had never considered sleeping face-to-face, always back-to-back—even earlier, one had been lying flat while the other lay on their side.

Face-to-face—it was the first time.

The room was pitch black, too dark to see each other or discern the other’s expression or attitude.

He inhaled, and the air carried the other’s scent.

He exhaled, the breath brushing against the other’s face.

One didn’t know what a safe, non-crossing distance was; the other, in the darkness where only he and he remained, forgot to keep their distance.

Unconsciously, they drew closer and closer.

In that narrow space, the air grew damp, hot, and sticky. They exchanged breaths, scents, and body heat.

I prefer it when you feed me.

Xu Jiu deliberately acted cute and spoiled, though inwardly he was rolling his eyes so hard they nearly reached the back of his head.

But starving to death was a truly agonizing way to die, and Xu Jiu wasn’t that strong.

Cao Weidong got up to turn on the light. It was raining outside. He hurried out of the room, braving the rain, his steps rushed—almost running.

Not long after, a steaming bowl of egg-fried rice was placed in front of Xu Jiu.

The egg-fried rice had cost him eight yuan. Cao Weidong had thirty-seven yuan left in his pocket.

Those thirty-seven yuan and Xu Jiu were all he owned.

Xu Jiu didn’t lift a hand, opening his mouth to eat directly.

Cao Weidong would blow on the food to cool it before feeding it to him. Unconsciously, Xu Jiu had grown accustomed to the act of licking his lips to taste the flavor, only for that flavor to be promptly delivered into his mouth.

Xu Jiu bit the chopsticks, grinning playfully. You really like feeding me too, don’t you?

Mm. Cao Weidong replied.

Pervert. Xu Jiu raised his hand and slapped Cao Weidong across the face.

Cao Weidong turned his face back, staring at Xu Jiu, and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Xu Jiu felt a chill run down his spine at the laughter. He stuck the bitten chopsticks into the rice, stirred it around, then flopped back onto the mattress and went back to sleep.

I’m full. I don’t want any more.

Mm. Cao Weidong cleaned up for him.

Pan Yu must be looking for me. Just wait half a month, or a month—someone will definitely show up. Then you’re done for.

With that, Xu Jiu fell asleep.

Cao Weidong picked up the bowl of egg-fried rice and took the chopsticks Xu Jiu had bitten. No matter what Xu Jiu ate, he always left a small indentation—a mark from his teeth.

Cao Weidong stared at Xu Jiu on the bed, stuck the chopsticks into the rice, scooped up a mouthful, put it all into his mouth, then slowly withdrew the chopsticks, brushing them against the corner of his lips. Over and over again.

Like eating a meal, yet like devouring a person.

The next morning, Cao Weidong fed Xu Jiu breakfast before leaving.

Xu Jiu’s sharp eyes noticed that his phone was hidden under Cao Weidong’s pillow.

As soon as Cao Weidong left, Xu Jiu immediately pounced on it, grabbing the phone and fiddling with it.

No one in his messages cared about his sudden disappearance. He wanted to text or call his mother, only to find his WeChat and phone number had been blacklisted.

Even his last hope—Pan Yu—vanished completely after Xu Jiu spent half an hour desperately sending distress messages with zero response.

No one noticed Xu Jiu was gone. Not his family, not his so-called close friends.

…

Sigh.

An intense gaze burned into Xu Jiu’s back. Straining to look, he saw it was the surveillance camera.

Xu Jiu pointed at it, You did this on purpose. You made sure I’d see it. You planned everything.

The red light vanished.

The system, silent for so long, suddenly resurfaced. Upon discovering Xu Jiu was still alive, its icy mechanical voice screeched in disorder.

How are you still alive?! Shouldn’t he have strangled you to death by now?!

Xu Jiu shrugged, indicating he had no idea either.

Then you have to escape! Only by running will he be driven to silence you permanently!

The moment the system finished speaking, the iron door—which usually only opened for Cao Weidong—suddenly revealed a narrow crack. The chain around his neck fell from the wall.

Outside, cold white sunlight poured vertically through the gap. Though merely a slender line, it arrogantly stole all the light from the room—brightening what was bright, deepening what was dark.

The light was cold, appearing not warm but merely stark.

From a distance, it resembled a fish-attracting lamp deliberately placed in the deep sea—abrupt and perilous, glowing in utter darkness.

Go on! Go!

Following the system’s urging, Xu Jiu walked slowly toward the door. He deliberately glanced back at the camera—no red light. Cao Weidong wasn’t watching.

Hurry, while he’s away! Run!

The system’s voice grew urgent, speeding up Xu Jiu’s steps.

Yes! Just like that!

Amid the system’s rising anticipation, Xu Jiu rushed to the door.

Bang!

He slammed it shut without a moment’s hesitation.

Pivoting sharply, he pressed his back against the iron door and looked up—

Just as expected, the surveillance camera’s red light now stared down like an unblinking eyeball.

Its crimson hue, ghostly and mechanical, felt eerily cold—like blood-stained sealing paste branding a vivid red dot into Xu Jiu’s vision, holding his gaze captive.

You did this on purpose.

Xu Jiu’s voice trembled. Frantic with fear, he fumbled through his pockets for a cigarette pack, finding nothing but empty fabric each time, as if hoping to wear straight through the cloth.

The red dot faded, and the tense chill dissipated with it.

Only then did Xu Jiu give up searching for the nonexistent cigarettes.

Why didn’t you escape?

Escape is impossible. Cao Weidong is right outside. He won’t let me die—only make me suffer.

Xu Jiu tapped a spot on the iron door—an unnaturally black circular stain that shouldn’t have been dark.

It was a gap he’d made with a chair leg, meant to let light through. Yet now it was impenetrably black.

So—

Cao Weidong stood right outside. But Xu Jiu couldn’t tell if that blackness was the color of clothing.

Because Cao Weidong’s eyes were equally dark—a darkness that was sunless and suffocating.

If Cao Weidong had been bending over, pressing his eyes against the peephole in the iron door to peer inside, then—

Xu Jiu sharply inhaled a cold breath, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

Not long after, Cao Weidong returned. The two of them were unusually calm, neither bringing up what had been seen in the surveillance footage.

Eat, wash up, sleep.

Every day was exactly the same, the days passing without any change.

Only, Xu Jiu could no longer find his phone, the chain around his neck was extended further and further away, and Xu Jiu began to be able to go to the bathroom on his own to wash up and relieve himself.

But Cao Weidong still refused to remove it completely.

Xu Jiu didn’t dare ask, afraid that asking would make it tighten again.

As the days went by, they grew increasingly empty and numb. Cao Weidong only stayed at night, spending the rest of his time outside.

With the New Year approaching, it would soon be Cao Weidong and Xu Jiu’s first New Year together. He wanted to save up to buy Xu Jiu new clothes and celebrate a prosperous, comfortable holiday without financial strain.

He wanted to be able to walk into the kitchen and properly cook Xu Jiu a meal when he said he was hungry, instead of serving steamed buns during the day and noodles at night.

He also didn’t want Xu Jiu shivering in his arms for warmth when he complained of the cold late at night, with no air conditioning to rely on.

But Xu Jiu knew none of this. He was like an unloved doll left on a shelf, gathering dust day by day.

Xu Jiu even began to regret not running away completely when the system helped him escape that day.

Maybe that dark thing was just the shadow of a building or a tree—it might not have been Cao Weidong at all.

It’s New Year’s Day, Cao Weidong said as he walked into the warehouse, holding a bag of McDonald’s.

Is that for me? Xu Jiu asked him.

Cao Weidong nodded and handed it over.

Xu Jiu jumped off the bed, rushed toward Cao Weidong, and snatched the McDonald’s paper bag. Their fingers brushed briefly—one cold, one warm.

Do you want to go out for a walk? Cao Weidong’s voice was soft, as if genuinely asking for Xu Jiu’s opinion.

Xu Jiu froze for a moment, instinctively nodding before biting his tongue and forcing himself to shake his head.

No, it’s fine here.

Really?

Xu Jiu immediately changed his answer, hesitantly asking, Can I?

Yes.

Cao Weidong straightened Xu Jiu’s clothes, unfastened the chain from the collar, then wrapped Xu Jiu’s cold hands in his palms and rubbed them together. Even after they warmed up, he didn’t let go. Instead, he opened the door and led Xu Jiu out by the hand.

Xu Jiu had grown accustomed to being cared for. The touch of their palms didn’t feel strange to him; on the contrary, he found Cao Weidong’s hand warm and comfortable.

There will be fireworks at midnight. I’ll take you to the main gate to watch.

Cao Weidong walked ahead, Xu Jiu following behind.

Okay.

Xu Jiu blinked his clear eyes at Cao Weidong, but the moment Cao Weidong turned to look at the road, his expression underwent a dramatic change.

Xu Jiu’s mischievous intentions sprang to life the moment he stepped over the threshold.

His eyes darted around nimbly, scanning the route while searching for a handy weapon.

Less than a hundred meters from the warehouse, Xu Jiu’s malice finally began to pour out unrestrained through every pore.

Xu Jiu picked up a brick from the ground and, mimicking how Cao Weidong had treated him, swung it without warning hard at the back of his head.

Fuck you!

A curse that pierced straight to the core erupted from Xu Jiu’s mouth, tearing through the eerie silence of the urban village. The sound sent rats hiding in the shadows scattering in panic, their scurrying feet scraping like stones being swept away, shattering the stillness completely.

Cao Weidong stumbled forward from the blow, blood instantly gushing from the back of his head.

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Jiu broke free from Cao Weidong’s grasp.

After Cao Weidong straightened up, Xu Jiu had already vanished into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

The world fell silent again, so quiet that even breathing was amplified countless times.

The ground was littered with gravel, producing clicking sounds with every movement.

Xu Jiu didn’t dare run far, knowing Cao Weidong’s familiarity with this place meant he’d be caught before he could escape.

His only option was to hide and wait until daylight to attempt an escape.

Xu Jiu climbed into a building and crouched against a corner, covering his mouth and nose tightly to minimize any sound from his breathing while intently listening for noises outside.

Click, click—

Cao Weidong’s footsteps, accompanied by the grating sound of a hard object being dragged across the ground. It could be a cold blade or an iron rod—something cold, hard, and sharp scraping against the floor, emitting a chilling, dangerous gleam like a knife slicing through one’s chest.

Xu Jiu? Cao Weidong’s voice called out.

What puzzled Xu Jiu was that the voice seemed neither near nor far, neither clear nor distinct, as if shrouded in fog, making it impossible to pinpoint its direction.

Click, click—

Still Cao Weidong’s footsteps, this time closer.

Xu Jiu.

This time it wasn’t a question but a statement, yet the voice remained similarly distorted, leaving Xu Jiu completely unable to discern its source.

Until a familiar warmth pierced through the cold night and reached the back of his neck—the warmth of Cao Weidong’s hand.

Though it was warm, it sent a deeper chill through Xu Jiu’s body than the frigid night. Cold sweat trickled uncontrollably down his cheeks, leaving trails he couldn’t tell were from terror or perspiration.

Xu Jiu, you never learn.