After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me

I have never felt as desperate as I do at this moment, not in twenty years.

In just five or six minutes, I lost control over my own body, my entire form slumped into a heap on the back seat, motionless.

It was beyond doubt that Wang Li’an had drugged my drink. What might happen next, I dared not even imagine.

The unpredictability of the situation caused me to tremble uncontrollably, my breath coming out cold, hoping desperately that Song Yu would come to find me soon, or notice my absence.

He was the only one who could save me now.

I was truly terrified.

Wang Li’an’s hand caressed my face, his lips curling into a greedy smile. I struggled to turn my head away from his touch but found even such a small movement incredibly difficult.

Though I couldn’t make a sound, my icy glare still conveyed my anger and disdain.

Wang Li’an didn’t care about my feelings. Pinching my chin between his fingers, he easily turned my head back to face him and clicked his tongue in appreciation: “Bai Yu, white as cream, beautiful as uncut jade, truly a name well bestowed. You possess an innocence yet hint at something bewitching. Song Yu really understands me.”

My chest heaved violently, my eyes glaring sharply at Wang Li’an. A senior official engaging in such vile acts and still having the audacity to articulate his thoughts so freely disgusted me to the core.

Wang Li’an released my chin and shrugged with a laugh: “I know what you want to say, but don’t blame me. It’s not my fault that Song Yu needs something from me.”

Nonsense.

The old fool was lust-driven, trying to shift the blame. Song Yu had never told me I had to sleep with him, and even if it was “necessary,” it wouldn’t be up to this old bastard.

I swept a fierce glance at Wang Li’an and looked away, refusing to listen to his nonsense anymore. In my heart, I repeatedly prayed that Song Yu would quickly realize I was missing and rescue me from here.

Suddenly Wang Li’an’s phone rang. I instinctively tracked the sound with my eyes, barely daring to breathe, as if my life hung on this call.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, but Wang Li’an, mockingly, waved his phone before my eyes saying, “It’s your President Song!”

Hearing that it was Song Yu calling, I nearly broke down. Fear, helplessness, and indignation choked me, souring my heart and wetting my eyes.

But thankfully, he had finally come for me.

I desperately tried to lift my heavy body, gasping hoarsely, fearful that this old scoundrel would hang up on Song Yu.

Wang Li’an seemed to anticipate my concern. He placed a finger over my lips to shush me, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick up.”

I watched him intently, no longer struggling.

True to his word, Wang Li’an answered the call, even kindly putting it on speaker. Song Yu’s voice clearly came through the speaker.

In that moment, I nearly cried out loud.

Though I was immobilized and unable to speak, unable to tell Song Yu about my plight, he was smart. I had sent him a message on WeChat earlier, and if Wang Li’an tried to hide anything, he would surely sense that something was wrong.

Wang Li’an spoke into the phone, nonchalantly: “I took Mr. Bai. He’s just my type. I’m very satisfied.”

My breath hitched, and my eyes shot a dagger-like glare at Wang Li’an.

This bastard was minimizing the situation, not mentioning the fact that he had drugged me. Song Yu might misunderstand that I had willingly gone with him. Thinking this, I clenched my teeth and tried with all my might to sit up and snatch the phone from Wang Li’an’s hand.

Then suddenly-

“Be nice to him.” A soft voice faintly echoed.

The four simple words from Song Yu were like a spellbinding charm that made me freeze in place, forgetting to struggle.

What did “be nice to him” mean?

Was he consenting to my being with Wang Li’an without even asking me?

Could it be that he really…

didn’t care at all?

Wang Li’an looked at my expressive face and ambiguously said, “He’s doing very well right now, lying quietly next to me after drinking the ‘ice water,’ not crying or fussing, very obedient.”

“Mr. Wang, you’re really going all out, huh?” Song Yu chuckled.

“Didn’t you say that Mr. Bai is uptight?” Wang Li’an replied as he reached into my pants, kneading softly, “So I had to help him relax a bit.”

After a moment of silence, Song Yu calmly said, “Then have fun.”

Wang Li’an seemed pleased with Song Yu’s pragmatism, laughing heartily before hanging up the phone.

I lay there, stunned, staring blankly at a point in the room. Although the car was warm, I shivered uncontrollably, feeling as if even my blood had frozen.

Song Yu knew. He knew everything.

He knew I had been drugged by Wang Li’an, and what I would face next, yet he showed no hesitation or compassion throughout.

Indeed, in Song Yu’s eyes, I was just a tool for gaining benefits, and it didn’t matter who I slept with; it was all just part of the job.

This was the path I had chosen. Who else could I blame?

…

Wang Li’an’s ‘ice water’ was different from the typical drugs used in bars to liven things up. This drug only controlled my body, rendering me unable to move freely or speak, but my mind was clear, and I felt touch and pain just like anyone else.

So I was fully aware of everything he did to me.

Half an hour later, the car entered a high-end villa complex, and Wang Li’an carried me into a European-style mansion. My breathing tightened, my heart beating wildly, almost bursting through my chest.

I wasn’t afraid of the act itself; Song Yu had put me through such rigorous ordeals without me ever frowning, but when it came to Wang Li’an, the deep-seated fear and disgust chilled me to the bone, causing my shoulders to tremble intermittently.

Wang Li’an carried me upstairs, his leather shoes clicking on the marble floor, my heart contracting with each sound.

I wanted to scream, to struggle, but I was even more powerless now than in the car, my body feeling as if it were crushed under a massive stone, making even the slightest movement of my fingers nearly impossible.

Wang Li’an pushed open a bedroom door, its lavish decor and the faint scent of mahogany uninteresting to me, my entire being tense as if I were a rigid corpse.

He laid me on the bed, my eyes fixed on him, murderous intent nearly spilling from my pupils. If looks could kill, this vile man would’ve died countless times by now.

Wang Li’an was not provoked by my lethal gaze; instead, he smiled leisurely. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to talk soon, and you’ll be moaning with pleasure.”

My chest heaved violently, a grunt escaping through my nostrils.

Wang Li’an smirked, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out four metal chains with welded iron rings. Even with my limited experience, I knew these were not mere props but real restraints used on prisoners.

A cold dread filled me, my face turning pale, as I struggled to utter a word: “Get… off…”

I had thought I could do anything for money, like sleeping with Song Yu and then casually taking his money.

This delusion made me believe that if I could do it with Song Yu, I could do it with anyone else.

But when reality struck, I realized I couldn’t go through with it.

Every touch from Wang Li’an was revolting, let alone having an intimate relationship with him.

“Wang Li’an, if you let me go now, I’ll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I won’t let you get away with this!”

Wang Li’an, holding a pair of scissors, knelt on the bed and started cutting up my pants from the ankles upwards, exposing my legs in a blink.

I knew then that he was serious and began pleading softly.

“Mr. Wang, please, I can’t do this, I’m out, please let me go, I’m begging you…”

“I’m not some college student, I’m just a bartender, I don’t meet your standards, please, let me go, I’m begging you…”

My words were frantic, hoping only that Wang Li’an would release me.

“I know!” Wang Li’an straightened my shirt, cutting it as he spoke: “I also know you were kicked out of your home, a country lad.”

I froze, shocked. How could he know so much?

Could it be… Song Yu had told him?

“So what can a drifter working away from home really do?”

Snip-

My undershirt was torn open, Wang Li’an’s hot gaze devouring my pale chest as if he intended to consume me whole.

But it was all in vain; I remained motionless on the bed.

Wang Li’an picked up an electric baton, turned it on, and the harsh sound of electricity filled the air once more.

I closed my eyes in despair, my tears long dried.

I knew there was no escaping today, and whether I could even leave here alive was uncertain.

I hated myself.

Hated that I had foolishly agreed to be Song Yu’s personal public relations.

Hated that I had debased myself for money without any limits.

Hated that despite knowing Song Yu had someone he liked, I still deluded myself into thinking that because we had slept together, he wouldn’t go too far.

I was wrong, terribly wrong.

From the beginning to the end, Song Yu never considered me anything special; to him, I was merely a tool.

All of this was just self-deception, and now I was paying the price.

Who else could I blame?

In that moment, I found peace, like a convict resigned to their fate.

Just as Wang Li’an was about to strike with the electric baton, the room’s door was kicked open…