The Prostitute's Road of No Return [Complete]

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The Road of No Return for a Prostitute

: Part 1 - My University The Wuhan subway is always so crowded. I felt like my bra was about to burst
out . I don't know which filthy guy squeezed my butt so hard when he got on. I really wanted
to curse him out, but there was nothing I could do. If you don't have money, you have to squeeze on the ground. And being groped on the subway is normal.

After more than ten stops, I finally arrived at Qiaokou Road Station. I got off the subway and dragged my tired body forward.
I bought a chive pancake and ate a bowl of cold noodles. It was so hot. Looking at the iced drinks on the sidewalk, I really wanted
to gulp down a few bottles, but I couldn't. I had to save money. After graduation, I couldn't ask my family for money.

I walked back to school. Our school is very small. The boys joked that if you just kicked a football long enough on
the field , it would fly out of the school. Even a decent elementary school is
a whole size bigger than ours.

My dorm is near a nine-story old building on the south side of the school. Even the windows are iron bars from the 1990s, not even
aluminum alloy . Every time I walk into this campus, into this dorm,
and smell the stench from the communal toilets, and then think about my own ninth-floor dorm, I feel like I want to die.

The ninth floor is full of graduating third-year students, and now there are hardly any people left. There are only two of us left in our dorm. I pushed open
the door. "Xiaoying's back. How was your day?" It was Miao Miao speaking. She was shirtless,
watching "Empresses in the Palace" on her Apple computer while chatting. The floor was a mess. This brat had ruined the dorm again all day!

"You slut, can't you tidy up the room? I'm exhausted from looking for a job every day,
and I have to clean up your room like I'm serving an ancestor. Don't you have any conscience?" I picked up the bottle of orange juice
she and scolded her.

"Tch, who the hell told you to go find a job? With our lousy major, if you went to the job market, they wouldn't even hire
you to clean toilets. What's this Wuhan Design Institute? It's just a migrant worker college.
At best, you'll become a construction worker after graduation. Look at the guys in our school, they all look like idiots. If
I known it would be like this, I would have preferred to go to Lanxiang Technical School." Miao Miao spat sunflower seed shells on the ground.

I leaned weakly against the bed, rubbing my temples. "Alright, if you're not good at studying, don't complain about this.
If over 600 on the college entrance exam, who would come to this school? And Miao Miao, even if you look down on the guys in our school,
you can't just mess around with those losers from Wuhan University. Do you know what your classmates call you? They call you a public
bus."

Miao Miao scoffed dismissively, "I'm a bus, I'm a subway, I'm a train, I can
even fit his dad inside! I'm willing, I just like playing with these stupid men, I just have a high sex drive, so what?
One can't satisfy me? And what about you? What have you been doing for the past three years? All you did was attend
student council meetings study, study, study. What's the use? You graduated from university and you're still an old maid. What a waste of your figure
and face! You can't even find a job that pays 1,500. Take Hua Ge, whom I met the other day, for example.
He's incredibly rich, worth millions. I introduced him to you
and you refused. You should take better care of yourself, don't look like a haggard old woman in your early twenties. Do you really have to find some tall, handsome oppa?"

I was speechless. That Hua Ge is just a ball of a head; I simply can't accept it. During my three years of
college, Miao Miao was my best friend. Although we had very different personalities, I still enjoyed this slut
telling me about her scandalous affairs—like how this guy had a big penis, that guy had a good tongue, and so-and-so's
family was rich, etc. She said college wasn't about studying, but about meeting more men and understanding them better.
Her most frequent saying was that men only value a woman's sex appeal, so you have to use your sex life to earn more money.

I said, "Then why don't you just go out and sell yourself?" She said she was already selling herself, just at a higher level, for
a higher price.

I ignored him. This argument had been going on for three years, always a tit-for-tat.
But I knew deep down I was slowly losing ground. The world truly laughs at poverty, not
prostitution. My classmates would occasionally tease Miao Miao, but sometimes they genuinely looked down on me because
I was poor. I wore clothes from the night market that cost a few dollars, and my meals never exceeded six dollars.
I never attended class reunions except for Miao Miao's sponsorship. My only cosmetic was a white porcelain bottle of Da Youyi (a brand of cosmetics). Even
my underwear have a girlfriend in college. Although
most guys only care about your looks, if you're too poor, even average guys won't pay attention to
you. They'd rather find a girl with slightly better conditions and average looks. College is like society.

I banished my distractions and started tidying the house, while she scratched her bottom with her little hand, then picked up
a potato chip from the table, put it in her mouth, and continued watching her TV series "Empresses in the Palace." I really don't know how this girl grew up. I've never
seen her wash her underwear; she basically wears it for a week and then throws it away. If she hasn't had time to buy a new one, she just turns it inside out and continues wearing it.

In my mind, Miao Miao is actually a legend. She stopped asking her family for money when she started junior high school, and by high school, she was already
going out to hotels with other men. Although I've never seen her have any savings, she
'll without batting an eye. Look at this Armani business suit of mine; she
got it from some rich guy last month. At least, she calls all men rich guys.

"I planted orchids on campus..." Her phone rang. Every time I hear this ringtone, I
think it's too jarring. Such a flirtatious person using such an innocent ringtone—she's definitely just pretending to be innocent.

"Hello? Ah, it's Brother Dao. I'm working on my resume right now... Yeah, I've graduated, so I need to hurry up and
find a job...

I've been out all day...

Oh dear! You said you'd come to your company to be my secret agent, but how could I possibly go to your company...

You wanted to treat me to dinner tonight...

Um... I just arrived at school...

I haven't showered yet, so... okay... I can't drink... um... bye-bye." With that, Miao
Miao hung up. I was speechless. This girl was pretending to be innocent again. I took off her Armani business suit,
which she quickly put on, grabbed her bag, and was about to leave.

"Miao Miao... stop gambling," I said, watching her about to leave.

"Silly girl." She laughed and ran out. I knew that once she got a call like that, she usually
wouldn't .

I lay quietly on the bed, eating the potato chips Miao Miao had left over. I noticed a pubic hair on one of the chips. I
blew it away and continued eating. That's human nature. Before, I would have definitely thrown up, but now, if I was really hungry,
I'd eat it even with a pubic hair in it. Looking at the poster of Daniel Wu on the headboard, he's my favorite male star. Which
woman doesn't dream of love? They just don't show it. I also wanted to date in college, but I didn't have time,
and more importantly, no good guys pursued me, not even average ones.

I came from the mountains. Although I went to a junior college, I was the only one from our village to attend.
My father sold their only water buffalo to pay for my college education, so I had to find a job. But it's been
two months . If it weren't for the school's support for graduates like us, I'd probably be sleeping on the streets. I opened my
wallet; there was still thirty-four yuan and fifty cents left.

"Ring ring." The phone rang. This Samsung phone was given to me by Miao Miao after she stopped using it.

"Hello? Dad." I answered the phone. It was Dad calling from Aunt Wu's house because we didn't have a phone at home,
and our village didn't even have cell phone signal.

"Xiaoying, how's work lately?"

"Great, everything's going smoothly, and my colleagues are very nice to me."

"That's good, that's good. It's better than staying at home..."

"Dad, is something wrong?"

"No, just calling to check on you... okay?"

"If there's something, just say it, Dad."

"Hmm. Li Si's daughter from Nancun has grown up. Someone arranged a marriage, and they all agreed, but nowadays girls
all want to leave this mountain valley and don't want to stay in Minjiaping. But I don't have the money to buy a house in the county, so I had to cancel
the marriage."

"No, Dad, my brother's grown up too, he wants... how much money?"

"150,000. Your brother has earned some money doing carpentry in the county these past two years, 50,000, but the remaining 100,000
isn't enough even if we sold our old bones. The other party also wants a bride price, but your brother doesn't agree to that either. Besides, your
sister only in junior high school."

"Oh, I see. Dad, don't get upset. My brother is so capable, there will always be good girls who like him. I
'll think something." I said softly. My brother is two years younger than me, but he's very sensible.
He paid for my living expenses during college. My brother once loved a girl, and she loved him too, but in the end, she married someone else because of the tens of
thousands of yuan dowry. My brother was heartbroken, but he never complained.

As for my younger sister who's in junior high, she's my stepmother's daughter. My mother passed away when I was thirteen, leaving
my brother and me. Later, because my stepmother was honest, my father married her. Although she's very good to us, she
's just an ordinary rural woman. All she can offer is care for my father.

I wiped away my tears, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. This large mirror was brought back by Miao Miao.
The girl in the mirror had a well-proportioned figure, firm breasts, long hair tied in a ponytail, and wore a white bra that
made her breasts almost spill out. Yes, I really am beautiful.

I shook my head with a wry smile. Miao Miao's computer was still on, so I continued watching "Empresses in the Palace." It was a story of palace intrigue and bloodshed,
just a few bored women throwing tantrums over a man. I was just a small
, struggling woman who could barely afford food; it seemed utterly pointless.

I started thinking about my younger brother's situation. Finally, I picked up the phone, hoping to borrow money from Miao Miao. Perhaps he
could help. "What? You need 100,000 yuan? Damn, that's difficult. I don't have any. I just lost
30,000 yuan a few days ago. I can't help you borrow from anyone. The people I know are all loan sharks. With your small frame, you'd be forced
into prostitution if you borrowed that much. Forget it, this is the first time you, an old maid, have asked me for money. I'll try to think of a way. We
'll talk about it ."

The next day at noon, Miao Miao returned and asked what happened. I briefly explained the situation and asked her to think of
a solution. She naturally didn't have any money; any she had was spent gambling at the arcade.

Miao Miao was naturally familiar with my family's financial situation and knew about my brother's situation. She bit her lip, her beautiful and charming
face unusually serious, and finally lit a cigarette.

"...I...I can go..." I felt like I couldn't even hear my own voice; this was
the final decision I'd made after thinking about it all night.

"You can become a mistress," Miao Miao said, taking a drag on her cigarette. She paused for a moment; actually, she wasn't being
too direct—a mistress meant prostitution.

"You'd better think this through, Min Xiaoying. You'd better not regret it. Don't be fooled by how I always introduce you to
this person and that person; I really don't want you to end up like me. Most of those high-ranking officials and big businessmen
are just playing around. Very few can actually make you their mistress. Even if they do, countless sluts will be vying for
you; you won't get a chance." Miao Miao said seriously for the first time.

"But I really need money." Yes, two months after graduation, plus my internship, more than half a year had passed,
and I was already desperate about finding a job.

"Okay, make as much money as you can while you're pretty. Yesterday I met a guy named Xin, who knows a lot of bosses and government officials.
These people all keep mistresses. I'll have him find you a reliable one. If you're suitable, I can give you a hundred or two thousand, no problem.
Besides, you're still a virgin. You... if you're willing, you can go to Wuhan University and find a handsome guy to deflower you."

I nodded, then shook my head. I hadn't thought about finding any handsome guy. Maybe my virginity could
fetch a good price . Since I wanted to take this step, why should I care if I was a virgin or not? Besides, the
man I liked was nowhere to be found now. I hadn't seen him since graduating from high school.

Actually, Miao Miao was now a high-class prostitute, but she didn't care. What mistress? It was just
someone paying for our bodies. Although this matter seemed sudden, I had been thinking about it
for a long time . My brother's matter was just a trigger. II. The First Night

... Another day passed without incident. That night, Miao Miao went out again, but she didn't return the next day. It wasn't until
the third day I received a call from her, telling me to come to the school gate and say someone was picking me up. I knew what I was going out to do.
I quickly washed up, changed into new underwear, and went out wearing a t-shirt and a blue skirt.

It was a Cayenne. I sat in the back seat, clutching my skirt, feeling very nervous. The luxury car headed towards
the suburbs , past the Han River (which we could see from our dorm). North of the Han River was a villa area. The car
entered a villa district called Hanshui Huating and stopped next to a very large villa.

"Get out, come with me," the driver said casually. The

driver and I entered the villa. It was huge, with a yard full of rare flowers and plants, as well as some
large trees whose names I didn't know. The interior was incredibly luxurious. I believed that any piece of furniture from here
would be enough for my younger brother's wedding.

We went up to the second floor and found Miao Miao in a large room. It was a huge bedroom,
ridiculously large, with a snow-white carpet covering the entire room. To the right of the room was a large bed, at least
three or four meters long and wide, covered with a snow-white sheet made of some kind of fur. On the bed lay a naked man and woman,
making love. The woman was slender yet incredibly voluptuous, with snow-white skin, short hair, and eyes full of passion—this was Miao Miao.
The man was tall, with a crew cut and a scar on his face, and was desperately thrusting into Miao Miao's lower body.

To the left of the bed was a large wooden table, where two people sat facing each other: one slightly overweight and bald, the other
with a long face and a large chin, both naked, playing chess. Inside the wooden table was a huge bathtub, or
rather, a bathing pool. The walls of the pool were inlaid with pale green jade, reflecting the clear water,
giving it a crystal-clear appearance. It is said that Yang Guifei used such a jade bathtub to bathe in.
It's good to be rich.

As I entered, all four men looked over. Miao Miao blushed and turned her face away. The man on top of her
glanced at me but continued thrusting, finally letting out a loud roar, clearly having reached orgasm.

By this time, the driver had already gone downstairs, leaving only the five of us in the room. The man on the bed got off and walked towards me
naked . His large, dark penis was limp, but still quite large. Although I had never seen
a man's penis in person, I had certainly seen plenty in the pornographic films Miao Miao had shown me. I lowered my head, clutching the hem of my skirt
, remaining motionless and silent. I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

The man approached me, cupped my chin with his right hand, looked me up and down, then at my chest,
buttocks, and thighs. He didn't touch anywhere else. "I heard from Xiao Miao that you urgently need money."

"Yes."

"One hundred thousand. We'll split any future profits according to the rules, but from now on you're a member of our club. You
can only leave when I say so."

"..." I didn't answer, just stood there blankly, my eyes constantly looking down. I didn't know why—
maybe fear, maybe shame, maybe joy—but I knew my path of no return had begun.

At that moment, two men playing chess also came over. The bald man directly put his hand inside my skirt,
stroked my inner thigh, then sniffed around me and nodded.

"Not bad, girl. You still have that virgin scent, haha. Third Brother said 100,000, but since you
've done well, I'll give you more. Here's the money, so you don't have to worry about anything." The bald man said,
taking a bundle of money from a bag by the door. It wasn't bundles of 10,000 each, but ten 10,000s tied
together with rope. I'd only ever seen money like this in banks, never in such a bundle before. He handed it to me directly;
it was heavy. The bald man smiled and went back to the large table to continue playing chess with the horse-faced man.

I sat down on a nearby stool, my hands trembling as I put the money into my cheap leather bag,
trying to calm myself. 100,000—I'd never handled so much money in my life. Just then, Miao Miao came over,
wearing only a bath towel.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine, thank you. I should be thanking you for this money," I said with a smile.

“Let’s go get some food. Hua said you’ll have to pay for Big Brother and the others again tonight,” Miao Miao said.

The food here is quite fancy, with both Chinese and Western chefs to serve you. I ordered foie gras with red wine and a steak.
It was my first time eating both dishes, so I enjoyed it very much.

Time flew by. My first man was that bald guy. He didn’t have a name; everyone here
called him Big Brother. The horse-faced man was Second Brother, and Hua was Third Brother.

It was the same room where Hua and Miao Miao slept together, the same big bed, but this time
I was the one lying on it. The bald guy handed me a bottle of drink: “Drink this. You’re a virgin. I’m afraid
you

won’t be able to handle it. It’s aphrodisiac.” My face flushed, but I still drank the whole bottle. It tasted like Red Bull. Then
the bald guy pushed me onto the bed, while the other two men went into the bathtub and started soaking. Miao Miao
was scrubbing their backs. I couldn’t accept having sex under other people’s gaze, but I had to.

Is this what life is like for a prostitute? I closed my eyes. Since I'd already sold myself for money, why bother with all
this ? The man slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then my skirt, then my bra, and stuck out
his tongue.

"Mmm," I groaned. It was so itchy. The feeling of having my breasts in his mouth was enough
to make any woman ecstatic. I writhed, and his other hand caressed my other breast. The
feeling was wonderful. I felt the aphrodisiac taking effect; my breasts grew larger and became
firmer .

He licked my entire body with his tongue, then licked my genitals. I was so wet down there, already very wet,
but he didn't care and kept licking relentlessly. I felt like I was burning up, groaning desperately.
It felt like being drunk—conscious in my mind, but unable to control my body.

He spread my legs, and his large, dark thing was aimed at my genitals. It was huge and thick.

"Sss!" I flinched, clearly feeling that warm, large thing enter my body. It hurt,
but I didn't scream. He kissed my neck and ears, then began thrusting desperately. I felt that dark,
large thing almost penetrate my abdominal cavity, and I made soft, whimpering sounds.

My vagina was warm inside, and I could clearly feel the huge thing moving back and forth. I struggled desperately...
I responded, hugging him tightly, and he hugged me just as tightly. I could barely breathe, but I liked it. I
tried a few more positions as he requested. I was clumsy, but he said that's how virgins are, they need to be trained slowly. He said
that sex is just a man trying his best to ravage a woman's body.

I felt a heat inside my vagina, and a thick liquid entered my body. He ejaculated, and I orgasmed too
. My vagina contracted, my uterus spasmed. It was my first time being penetrated, my first time being ejaculated on—it was truly different.
Because of the aphrodisiac, I didn't feel pain, but rather an inexplicable pleasure.

Then his penis came on top. He wasn't as gentle as the bald man; he grabbed my head and
shoved his huge penis into my mouth. It was large, smelly, and hard to breathe.

That huge, fleshy penis almost shoved deep into my throat; I felt it was about to reach my stomach. It tasted fishy and foul,
and I wanted to vomit, but instinctively I opened my mouth wide, letting him
go in even deeper. He thrust in and out without any tenderness. I just gagged, trying to wrap my tongue around that enormous penis to prevent it from going in so deep, but that big thing
still went in that deep. I let out muffled moans and heavy breathing from deep in my throat.

I was indeed a slut, just that I hadn't had the chance to be wanton before. I desperately twisted my hips,
making a sound like a bitch. Hua Ge came over too, and he inserted it into my anus. It was a strong feeling of
defecating . Horse Face's two testicles kept hitting my jaw with their constant thrusting, and my saliva
kept flowing down their testicles onto the bed.

Finally, a stream of fishy, foul liquid entered deep into my throat. I
swallowed . I didn't vomit, but I did vomit a few mouthfuls of Horse Face's pubic hair.

This night was exhausting; I felt like I was about to collapse. It turns out I'd wasted the past twenty-odd years.
This is what a woman is like, even though I'm a prostitute now. These three were my first clients, and also my bosses. III. The Life of a Prostitute

South of the Han River, beside Ink Lake, next to Hanyang Avenue, this is a wealthy area, also a district of upscale clubs.
Every night, luxury cars arrive and depart from these upscale clubs, carrying high-ranking officials, tycoons, or
ruthless figures, all embracing and riding on the backs of beautiful girls.

In short, this is no ordinary red-light district. Summer 2012 in Wuhan was hot, but the area around Ink Lake was even
hotter. Each upscale club made over a million yuan every night, and all the clubs with "Hua" in their names belonged to
Brother Hua.

Miao Miao and I were assigned to Huayuelou, which is located on the north side of Moshui Lake, in a fairly good location.
The manager of Huayuelou is a woman in her early thirties, whom we all call Sister Yue. Sister Yue is said to have
been with Brother Hua since she was a teenager. She is a very feminine woman who always wears her hair up in a bun and
various cheongsams. She is very serious about her work and even personally demonstrates sex techniques to new prostitutes. Therefore, Huayuelou
is considered the most famous club on the shore of Moshui Lake.

On my third day at the club, I only had one client. Sister Yue was looking after me, saying I was new and
had just been deflowered, so I needed to familiarize myself with the place. She said one client every two days would be enough. Bored, I leaned back on
the sofa in and looked at my training notes. This was Sister Yue's training material, which included the distribution of all the neurons in a man's body and
detailed instructions on stimulating various parts of a man's body with the tongue, lips, fingers, breasts, and buttocks. Of course,
very men would enjoy this full service. Either the prostitutes omitted some details, or the men
were impatient and wouldn't wait for you to finish. But according to Sister Yue, skills are never a burden, and the more you learn, the more useful it will be.

There were very few people at the club, but those who were there were all big shots. A chubby guy
with four bodyguards walked in. I frowned. The girls at the club called him "Sesame Ball" because he was not only
fat but also had a face and body covered in freckles. But this Sesame Ball was very rich; it was said he had
connections with high-ranking officials in the city. He made his fortune early on by contracting manhole covers in the city, and now he was involved in real estate.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, is there anyone new here? Introduce me," Sesame Ball swaggered in and
sat down at the bar at the front of the hall, calling out. The bartender quickly made him a drink, which he downed in one
gulp .

I cursed my bad luck inwardly. Everyone was busy today, and I was the only one in the hall. I had no choice but
to bite the bullet and go up to him: "Hello, are you President Xie? Sister Yue mentioned you a while ago. What brings you here today?"
I awkwardly started to chat.

"Hey, new here, never seen you before, what's your name?" Seeing me sit down next to him, he immediately groped my
chest. I initially flinched reflexively, but ultimately let him do as he pleased.
After all, everyone here is a VIP; without a card, you probably couldn't even get through the main entrance.

"Xiao Ying." I frowned. He slipped his hand inside my clothes from my collar, kneading it forcefully.
I clung tightly to him, trying to appear professional.

"Xiao Ying, hehe, not bad. Want something to drink?" Ma Tuan said, downing two more drinks.

I shook my head.

"Upstairs," Ma Tuan said, pulling me upstairs.

His usual private room was 303 on the third floor. I helped him undress, filled the tub, and then we took a bath
together . I put my head under the tub and gave him a blowjob, making him scream. I choked on
some water, but there was nothing I could do; it was work. They paid so much, so I had to get services they wouldn't offer elsewhere.

I then used my breasts to rub his back, and then it was time for the bedroom. After some foreplay, which I led,
I took out a condom.

"You really are new here, damn it. I never sleep with your cunts when I hire prostitutes.
What if you ruin my precious thing? You say you're a student who just started out? Who believes that? Use your mouth." Ma Tuan kicked me
in the left breast, sending me sprawling to the ground. I felt my breathing suddenly become difficult, and my vision went black; I
almost fainted.

Tears streamed down my face. I endured the excruciating pain and finally managed to climb onto the bed, taking his
penis into my mouth. Fatty's penis was always small, and his was even smaller; I took his testicles in as well
.

He ejaculated four times that night, and I ate all of his semen—it was the club's rule.
Even during sex, the customer's semen couldn't be wiped with toilet paper; it had to be licked clean with the tongue. The
night felt incredibly long; I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. When I woke up, the shrew was gone, and sitting
next to me was Miao Miao, who had returned sometime earlier.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at my slightly bluish chest.

I smiled. "I'm fine. Getting kicked once means ten thousand yuan in my pocket, what's there to be afraid of?" I got up to brush my teeth
in the bathroom , brushing four times, then took a shower. I felt nauseous and eventually threw up. My
first customer was Sister Yue's friend. She was very gentle with me, and we only did it once that night. She wasn't really
a customer, just a friend who came to support our business. I turned the water up hot, letting it wash my skin until it was red,
as if that would make me more awake and remind me that this was the real beginning. Our price was
eighteen thousand yuan a night; the club charged eight thousand, so we got ten thousand. The shrew paid an extra ten thousand when she left, saying it was for the
kick , which I naturally accepted.

I remember the first time I emptied the chamber pot as a child, I threw up everywhere, but I got used to it and didn't care anymore
. It was the same with male clients; I slowly adapted to this life, one or
two clients a day, laughing, joking, and sometimes subtly disobeying. Humans are like that—adaptable and quick learners. Soon,
I became unrecognizable to myself.

Gradually, Miao Miao and I became two of the most famous courtesans at the Flower Moon Pavilion. She took the alluring and sexy
route , while I took the quiet and reserved route, and we were doing quite well.

Winter arrived in the blink of an eye, and the day before yesterday, it even snowed—a rare occurrence! Because the air conditioning wasn't turned up high enough, I caught a cold .
I also took the opportunity to go back and attend my younger brother's wedding. My brother finally got married! Minjiaping hadn't been this lively in a long time.
I hired the best MC and videographer. My sister-in-law is also wonderful; she graduated from a teachers' college and is now a primary school teacher.
I helped my brother buy a house and a Great Wall H6. Although they weren't very expensive, they
were beyond everyone's imagination in this small mountain village.

"Old Man Min's daughter is impressive! I heard she works for a foreigner."

"What? That's called a foreign company, a foreign enterprise."

"..."

I just smiled faintly. I didn't speak at the wedding, still wearing Miao Miao's Armani business suit,
carrying the old LV business handbag that Sister Yue borrowed but didn't like to carry.

The day after the wedding, I left Minjiaping, saying I had a business trip and might not be back for New Year's Day.
An official in charge of roads and bridges wanted me to accompany him to Malaysia. Because I was
pretty occasionally went out with some high-ranking officials. Miao Miao would always tease me, but she was just
envious.

Miao Miao still loved gambling and would occasionally borrow money from me. I tried to save as much as possible; after all, I
couldn't forever. I planned to retire with a few hundred thousand yuan, do some business, or maybe go to that university
on a self-funded basis and become a real white-collar worker.

Having entered this industry, I've learned many of its legends. Some prostitutes become mothers directly, like Sister Yue,
who rarely takes clients, only interviewing top university graduates. In her words, even if you don't
learn anything at university, it cultivates a university-like demeanor and pride. Therefore, in our establishment, the minimum
qualification .

Some prostitutes invest in small businesses. The most direct example is
the shops in Wuhan's Benshe Mall, supposedly bought by prostitutes who came south years ago. They're incredibly successful now; even tiny shops command
rents .

New Year's Day in Malaysia isn't as festive as in China, but since I've taken their money and
don't have to sleep with them every day, it's naturally good. However, I can't feel happy because I always feel something is going to happen. So,
right after New Year's Day, I refused the high-ranking official's request to stay a few more days and flew back to Wuhan. When I arrived in
Wuhan, I knew I was right: Miao Miao was dead.

I went to the scene. It was an abandoned lotus field. She had been stuffed into a sack and placed in an ice hole.
A group of local children had found her. Because she was found early and the weather was cold, the body hadn't swelled or decomposed. She was still
so beautiful, her small mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out long. The blood flowing from her nose and mouth had turned dark brown.
Her eyes were half-closed, as if she were asleep. Her limbs had
been chopped off, revealing white bones. Her breast had been removed, the ends filled with yellow fat. Her neck had been cut open, leaving only a tiny connection. Her abdominal cavity had
been ripped open from her genitals all the way to her heart. Her internal organs were stuffed into a black garbage bag, frozen solid.

This lotus field, due to its location, had become a prime spot for dumping corpses. Every year, female corpses
were dumped here, and 99% of them were prostitutes. But this time, the one dumped here was
Miao Miao, who had previously criticized this place. Miao Miao had mocked those low-class prostitutes, saying they were paired with vagrants
and therefore dangerous, easily robbed when they went out. But now…

I cried. The police investigation concluded that Miao Miao was tortured to death because of gambling debts. With the New Year approaching, they still hadn't found the murderer, so
we had to cremate her. I sent her ashes back to her hometown in Dengfeng.
The first thing her mother said upon seeing the ashes was that she didn't have a daughter. Her family was very poor and dilapidated; I saw only half a bag of flour in the house. Her
father suffered from Alzheimer's; when I entered, he was just drooling on the heated brick bed.

Miao Miao was buried in a poplar grove not far from her family's backyard. Her mother kept cursing her, using the most offensive
language imaginable. Miao Miao never returned after graduating from junior high school because her father had raped her during that time.

I went into the house first and then heard her mother's heart-wrenching cries in the poplar grove. Lunch was
egg noodles ; her father ate a lot, but her mother didn't. I only ate half a bowl. When I left, I threw 100,000 yuan at
Miao Miao's mother, saying it was Miao Miao's savings.

Then I transferred another 300,000 yuan of my remaining savings to my younger brother. I realized that
the life is full of too many variables, including those in high-end clubs. The reason is simple: no prostitute
will use her real life information when she comes out. So when she disappears, she won't leave much real
information . No one will care about her. She will evaporate slowly like a drop of water and be forgotten.

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