All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The dorm was empty. I gathered my things, changed into a new outfit, and let down my ponytail, allowing my hair to fall freely over my shoulders. After being tied up all day, it lay flat and smooth.I've had long hair since I was little, always keeping it trimmed. It now reached just below my shoulders, never dyed, but with a natural yellowish hue inherited from my father. In the sunlight, it appeared even more golden, though it remained soft and not frizzy.Back then, both of my parents said that long hair suited me well. After washing my hair, they would help me take care of it, carefully applying conditioner every time. I've kept this habit ever since.I turned around in front of the mirror, clenched my fists, and gave myself a pep talk. Whispering "Come on," I grabbed my suitcase and ran downstairs.Stan Wallace was on the phone, his back to me. "Yeah, I'm going back. Flying out tomorrow night."I paused as I approached him, and my suitcase bumped lightly against the steps lea

"Did you hear that your brother's design was sold to your school? Just signed the contract?"The sound of a cigarette being inhaled came through the phone, followed by Randolph Wallace's mocking laughter."Aren't you a law student? I'm consulting here. If it were to be revealed that Designer Yu and his own sister are involved, and that he broke his father's leg for that ungrateful sister, causing permanent disability—do you think this designer would still be your brother?"Randolph Wallace spoke slowly, as if genuinely seeking advice, "Would your brother go to jail for this? If the project can't proceed because of this, would it be considered a breach of contract? Would he have to pay a lot of money?"Instinctively, I lowered the call volume when he started speaking, gripping my phone tightly, "What do you want? He is your son."As if he had just heard the funniest joke, Randolph Wallace laughed so hard he started coughing violently."Son? Whose son? He ruined my reputation in H

Amidst the prolonged wails that lasted for over ten minutes, Harley Gunther somehow managed to get some alcohol. My hands were too weak to move, so he helped me clean the blood off."I told you I could have come in and dealt with him directly," Harley Gunther said as he carefully cleaned my hands. "But you insisted on taking the risk yourself.""This is fucking disgusting, I hope it doesn't leave any psychological scars," Harley Gunther said, glancing at the puddles of liquid on the ground. "Damn, I should have castrated them."After separating from Stan Wallace, I contacted Harley Gunther and met up with him and his crew on the subway. They followed me all the way here.Harley Gunther was right; he could have handled Randolph Wallace for me. But I didn't want that.Randolph Wallace must fear me, not anyone else. No one can always be there at the perfect moment to save me. Only by making him truly hesitate when he thinks of doing something wrong can I achieve that.Moreover, afte

**You Can't Catch a Wolf Without Losing a Lamb**The dream of the night, aside from specific terrifying scenes, kept repeating this phrase over and over.Blinding light slanted through the gaps in the curtains into the room. The overhead light was still on. It was time to get up, and I finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit more at ease and sleepy.Rubbing my head and shuffling in my slippers, I got out of bed and turned off the light. I decided to buy a small nightlight after class today.Stan Wallace was already up, making breakfast in the kitchen.The range hood was quiet, and there was a faint sizzling sound from the frying pan. Stan Wallace, wearing an apron, moved with practiced ease and calmness.The restlessness from waking up repeatedly throughout the night was gently smoothed away by this moment, and any rebellious thoughts dissipated."Brother."I called out obediently. Both my reason and instinct were urging me to get closer to him.Stan Wallace didn't tur

The woman, under my cries, shifted from resistance to doubt, and finally, in a fluster, she shook off my hand, removing her work uniform as she walked, muttering, "I need to take leave, I... I have to go home."Only after the woman had walked quite a distance did I let out the breath that had been stuck in my chest, collapsing into a chair and breaking down in tears. It was hard to pinpoint exactly why I was crying—perhaps it was relief that the woman believed me, or maybe it was the injustice of experiencing an unprovoked disaster for both me and Xiao Wen, or perhaps it was gratitude for having grown up safely despite all odds."Gloria Kit, don't be sad. Talking about it will make you feel better," Tao Xuan comforted me gently, patting my shoulder and adding, "It's all over now.""Do you want to talk about it?" Tao Xuan asked patiently.I sobbed and shook my head. No matter what emotions were swirling inside me, or what had brought on the tears, I only had one thought: "I want to