Chapter 2

Half a month later, my husband and I gradually became familiar with the surrounding environment.

We have walked in many places in New York and have been used to seeing skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and faces of various ethnic groups and all kinds of skin colors.

The next step is to register at the university, go through the procedures, pay the tuition fees, and get busy.

Because I was just a new arrival, I made a lot of jokes, but I also met many friends.

On the day when school officially started, our pace of life suddenly became tense and we were almost too busy to breathe.

In order to repay the family’s debts, my husband and I also had to work to earn money while studying.

I took a master's course, and the class hours and tasks were extremely heavy, and I had less time to work. In contrast, my husband was in language training and had more spare time to use, but he worked much harder than me.

The two of them are busy every day, and they can only take a break after a little while on weekends.

However, the tension and difficulty of life did not affect the deep feelings between us and our husbands, but instead promoted each other's care and tenderness.

My husband came home later than me in the evening. I always prepared delicious meals with my own hands, and no matter how late I had to wait for him to come back and have fun together.

I felt sorry for him to work hard in physical work. This meal was delicious and rich, but he often couldn't bear to eat good food, so he saved it and forced me to eat it.

Supported by this emotional power and hard-working spirit, my husband and I encourage each other and work hard in this fast-paced society with high speed.

In addition to paying tuition and living expenses, the money earned from working can also save enough.

The money we sent back to our hometown in the first four months exceeded 1,000 US dollars. Not only did we repay the debts of that month, but the remaining money also greatly improved the quality of life of our relatives.

My mother-in-law will send a letter every month after receiving the money, telling us about her and Yangyang's situation. She has bought a lot of new furniture in her hometown, and her food and clothing are much better than before.

The villagers were envious of the people who saw it, saying that so many people borrowed debts to develop abroad, and the speed of repaying debts between us and our couple was the fastest ever.

If this continues, all the money will be paid out within next year. At that time, the money sent will be our own. After accumulating enough, you can build a small foreign building like those nouveau riche.

Yang Yang has always been very well-behaved, never caused any trouble, and studied very hard, and he started reading English at home at a young age.

He told his mother-in-law very seriously that he would come to the United States to find us as soon as possible after learning English.

Several times when my mother-in-law covered him with a quilt in the middle of the night, she saw him crying in her sleep and shouting for her mother in her sleep!

Every time I read a letter and saw this, my nose felt sore and I couldn't help but lean on my husband's shoulder and sobbed.

It took a long time for my husband to coax me well. He comforted me and said, "We just need to work harder and return to China to see Yangyang after paying off the debt, or simply find a way to bring him in..."

Time passes quickly. Although such days are difficult, we work together to strive for a goal. We are always fulfilled in our hearts. Although life is tense, it is warm.

My husband passed the language training quickly and he could transfer to the master's spring course in advance in the next semester; and my grades have always been excellent, winning the praise of many tutors.

However, not everything went smoothly. At least one thing made me feel unhappy. It was like a dark cloud on my head, but it was difficult to speak out to others. In the class I was taking, there was a young boy who had been pestering me and even sexually harassing me.

It was a Chinese-American named Peter Lee. He grew up in the United States since childhood, but he could still speak fluent Chinese.

On the first day of school, his eyes lit up when he saw me and he took the initiative to come over to chat with me enthusiastically.

I saw the boy dressed in a hippie, his hair was dyed in colorful colors, and he was wearing eye-catching metal earrings, so he had no good feelings in his heart.

In addition, his gaze was so terrifying that he had been aiming at my plump breasts intentionally or unintentionally, which made me even more disgusted, but he had to socialize out of politeness.

But Peter seemed to be unable to see my disgust. He was like a bee staring at the flowers, and asked me out every now and then, having dinner, watching movies, listening to music, and trying all kinds of invitation methods. I refused and never gave him any excuses to get close to him.

I have learned from the inquiry that this guy is a very dangerous person and boasts about being a master of beauty hunting. As long as the woman he likes, he will willingly surrender.

But for me, he suffered the first failure in his life.

I don’t want to eat the hard and hard way. No matter what method he uses, I will refuse it directly.

But this seemed to arouse the possessiveness of this trouser.

The more I keep people from thousands of miles away, the more Peter perseveres.

I don’t know if it’s psychological, but I feel that as soon as I appear in sight, he will stare at me with his longing eyes, expressing his desire for me without any concealment.

This greedy and obscene look made me want to vomit, and I had goose bumps all over my body.

And using ambiguous and provocative words to harass me has become commonplace.

Peter often talks pornographic jokes with a few friends around me, or communicates about the fun of sex between each other and their sexual partners.

I can't even cover my ears. Listening to those strange sex positions, sex skills, and specific sexual organs, those obscene and vulgar words are endless. Although I have been married for more than ten years, I still blush and my heart beats when I hear it.

I had thought about telling my husband about this, but I was always hesitating.

My husband has a hot temper. When I was in love, I was once teased by a little hooligan. When he found out, he was so angry that he actually tried hard to find someone with a kitchen knife in his hand. He almost cut the little hooligan into a disabled person. As a result, it took a lot of effort to deal with the relationship before he could settle it.

If he knew that Peter was pestering me, he would definitely go crazy. If he impulsively made a big mess, that would be bad.

It’s better to be careful. I think this way, and there are no specific losses anyway. I will endure it and pass it.

But what is infuriating is that Peter has also peeped at the spring scenery under my skirt several times.

What was particularly ashamed and annoyed was that one time I was not aware of it and was called by a black classmate at the stairs to greet him. I happened to be in a good mood that day and the other party talked endlessly. In addition, I always talked as much as possible with the idea of ​​practicing speaking, but ended up chatting at the entrance of the stairs for five minutes.

After the conversation, I just went down the floor when I suddenly saw Peter standing on the steps directly below me, his face full of a weird smile.

Ah!As soon as I saw his position, I knew it was the best voyeur position. I couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and I was at a loss for a moment.

What a pity, beauty.Peter whistled teasingly and smiled proudly. You should talk for a while, then I will feel that it is spring rather than autumn.

I was so angry that I almost lost my calmness, and shouted with a blushing face: What did you...have you seen?

Peter laughed: I saw everything, beauty.I never thought that you pretended to be dignified and chaste, but you were so open in your bones!These black shorts are really good for you, hahaha...

My eyes turned dark and I almost fainted.

I have always been conservative in my usual dress. This black lace underwear is the sexiest piece of my clothes and I almost don't wear it normally.

Because it is too narrow and can only wrap half of my plump butt. I have looked in the mirror. After putting on it, the two white buttocks are exposed, and the front is translucent, so you can clearly see the small piece of darkness.

I occasionally changed into these sexy underwear to please my husband, but who knew that this guy was so feasted on him, and it took a full five minutes!

God, a woman's most private part was stared at by a man who was not her husband for so long, and everything was seen. When I thought about it, I felt ashamed. My shame and anger made me tremble all over. I looked at Peter with my eyes and scolded: You shameless rogue, hooligan!

But he didn't care, admired my plump breasts that were rising and falling rapidly due to anger, and said as if nothing had happened: What's the matter?Sooner or later, you will be bare-ass in front of me, and I won't even let you wear these shorts...

Enough!I stamp my feet, I want to sue you for sexual harassment!

Go and sue!Peter shrugged, but I want to remind you, my dear beauty.This is the United States.If you have more money and time than me and hire a lawyer to sue, then you can just go and sue.

I was speechless and suddenly felt discouraged.

I have not thought about solutions such as complaints before, but firstly, he has not really done anything, secondly, I can't take this shame, thirdly, I am afraid that my husband will cause trouble after he finds out, so after thinking about it, he finally gave up this idea.

How do you want to let me go?I regretted this sentence as soon as I said it, and it sounded like I was begging him.

Sure enough, Peter smiled and said: I will not let you go until you become my woman.

I will never be your woman!I was so angry that I really wanted to slap him. You know I'm married, but you even have a son.

What does that matter?You can be my mistress!Peter said, my family is very rich and can completely support you. If you can live a comfortable life, you won’t have to work and make money every day.

Don't even think about it!I said with great disgust, if you are rich, you can take care of other women!I see that several white girls in school want to get close to you.

That's true, but I'm only interested in you.

Unreasonable!What do you like about me?I can't compare to those girls' beauty and youth, nor do I have their...their sexy... I tried hard to persuade him to give up this absurd idea.

God only knows why, anyway, I just have an inexplicable possessive desire for you!Peter said in a arrogant tone, I want you to be my woman, and then lock you in a closed room, and you don’t have to wear any clothes, only I can use the key to enter.Then we both didn't have to do anything else in this room, we just had to mating constantly...

There was a flash of excitement in his eyes, and he said these words in one breath. My cheeks flushed with explicit words. I couldn't believe that a person could be so obscene and say such obscene words when facing a lady.

You dream!I could no longer listen, so I angrily scolded me, turned around and walked downstairs quickly, behind me was the strange whistle that was sent down all the way.

From that day on, I would do a good job of preventing my life when I went to school, often reminding myself to pay attention to exposing myself, and avoid Peter as much as possible, and never give him any chance to peep.

I think as long as I am careful and pass the past two years of studying for a master's degree, I can get out of trouble after graduation and never have to see this annoying guy again.

And in a democratic and legal country like the United States, he would not dare to do anything openly.

──What happened later proved that my thoughts were too naive, completely underestimating the danger of this pervert, and his determination to get me at all costs...

Time flies quickly, and a semester has passed in a blink of an eye. My husband and I have basically adapted to life in New York.

It was already dark at nine o'clock that night.

I finished my tutoring work and rushed home in a hurry.

Today is the day to call China once a month. When I think about how soon I could hear my son's voice on the phone, I was so excited that I seemed to have made my steps much lighter.

When I went abroad, what I miss most was my son who was thousands of miles apart. What I wanted to hear most was that he called me mom in his tender voice. I didn’t think this was a luxurious wish before, but after the real mother and son separated, I felt how great happiness it was...

The door of my house was looking at me. I was about to pass through the long street with few pedestrians when suddenly a beeping horn sound came from behind. Following two lights illuminating the road, a medium-sized truck drove over.

I quickly stopped to give way, but the truck drove to me and slowly stopped. A man in work clothes opened the window and stuck his head out and said: Sorry, can you do me a favor?

His English is very awkward and he looks like a yellow man. I asked tentatively: Chinese?

Ah, yes, yes... The man nodded repeatedly, looking tongue-in-mouthed, as if he didn't know how to express it.

I smiled and said in Chinese: What's wrong with you?Say it!

He was very happy and jumped out of the car and said: Are you also Chinese?It's great to meet you!My boss asked me to deliver a batch of goods to this location, but I couldn't find it...

As he said that, he took out a note for me, with the address written in scribbled English.

I recognized it as soon as I saw it and told him that this place was not far away and that I could arrive after crossing two streets.

I've been back and forth around here several times.The man said sadly, can you please take me there?I'll drive you back...

Sorry, I have to go home right away.I politely refused.

Not to mention that it is already night, even during the day, I will not just get into a strange man's car.

But looking at the extremely disappointed expression on his face, I felt a little reluctant and said: This place is actually very easy to find. You can walk along the street to the end, then turn left, and walk about fifty meters...

As I said, I took the man out a few steps and pointed at the position to show him.

The man asked in detail and repeated it again. Before we knew it, we approached the rear end of the truck.

Thank you, I figured it out.The man was thanking him, but his expression was a little strange, as if he was looking around, giving people a sneaky feeling.

My heart suddenly jumped. The female instinct and intuition told me that the situation was wrong. When I looked around, there happened to be no one on the street!

Oh, then I'll leave!I became nervous and was about to turn around and leave.

But the man suddenly twisted my arm and pulled me back.

What to do?I was panicked and was about to struggle hard, the door of the rear compartment of the truck opened with a sound, and two burly men wearing sunglasses jumped out and lifted me up without saying a word.

Help! My legs kicked desperately, and subconsciously shouted Chinese. Before I could shout English for the second time, my body was stuffed into the carriage and the door was closed heavily!

My mind went blank, I was so scared that I let out a hysterical scream, but my voice was covered by the roar of the car, and my eyes were dark at the same time, which made me even more frightened and I kept struggling with punches and kicks.

Suddenly, a severe pain came from my wrist, and tears fell from my pain. Then I felt my arms twisted behind me and tied them up tightly with a hemp rope.

Who are you?What exactly do you want to do?I could no longer move, and couldn't help crying, asking repeatedly in English and Chinese.

I know I was kidnapped, but I don’t understand why there will be someone who will choose me as my goal.

No one answered me. The two great men subdued me and didn't make a sound. I was shocked and scared, my whole body was trembling, and I was sobbing silently in the darkness, feeling a sense of despair of falling into the abyss.

The car was driving smoothly and stopped after about ten minutes. It seemed to have reached some secluded place. When I was in a state of silence, a low voice in the car said: I finally invited you, beauty.

I suddenly heard this voice and said in a lost voice: Peter?

The dark red headlights lit up, and the first thing I saw was Peter Lee.

He was sitting in the seat in the carriage, looking at me with glittering eyes, his face full of smug expressions.