Bed-up nanny

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"Brother, what kind of job did you find for me?" Ruolian asked, pulling on her brother's arm. "You'll find out soon," he said, leading Ruolian towards a luxurious villa. Along the way, Ruolian couldn't understand. "Why won't you tell me what kind of job I'm going to have?" Even after seeing the villa, she still didn't understand, because she was too young and naive. She thought it was a good job because the house was so beautiful; she had never seen anything like it before. From afar, it nestled in a park-like setting amidst clear mountains and green waters. The green glazed tile roof exuded boundless hope and ancient charm, while the snow-white marble floors displayed unparalleled purity and spotlessness—all in perfect harmony with nature. Everything in the house was light-colored, very elegant and picturesque. Ruolian felt uneasy. She felt there couldn't possibly be anything for her to do here, because she couldn't tell it was a factory or a company. It could only be a place to live and relax, and she was certain the owner was a very wealthy and influential person, someone who was very cultured, because the house contained many very valuable paintings, calligraphy, and musical instruments.

An elderly woman, her steps faltering, dragged her frail body and cane out. From her face and her hands, calloused from years of hardship, she still possessed the air of a rural grandmother. However, her clothing and affected manner of speaking revealed a distinctly urban air. She seemed to be an old woman who had endured much hardship in the countryside, her later years marked by poverty. Seeing Ruolian and her brother, she said weakly, "Is this the caregiver you found for our family?" "

Yes, she's my sister, Ruolian. I hope you'll give her some guidance, ma'am," her brother said.
"I think she's too delicate; she'd be better suited to be a vase!" the old woman said.

"Ma'am, what is a vase…?" Ruolian wanted to ask what a vase was, but her brother interrupted her.
"Ma'am, don't let her frail appearance fool you; she does everything very well."

"Brother…" Ruolian's mind was filled with questions. At this moment, her brother seemed so distant. She longed to understand, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Little sister, don't say anything more. From now on, you'll live here. If anything happens, the old lady will call you. We're only able to stay in this city because of this old lady. She's the mother of our company's CEO, so you must take good care of her." Her brother knew she couldn't do anything, and he really couldn't find her any work, so he could only find her a place to work as a caregiver. This was the CEO's house, and he felt more at ease leaving his sister here. He was a low-level employee at the company, and his monthly salary barely covered living expenses and social engagements. In the month or so his sister had been here, he had already accumulated a lot of debt to the company. He was very happy that his sister had offered to find something to do, and besides, she was getting older and should gradually become more independent. However, he still didn't dare answer his sister's question, because he was afraid that if she knew the truth, she would be disheartened and end up wandering the streets.

"Brother, go back to work. I'll call you if anything comes up." She didn't want to ask anything more, because this was a job her brother had found for her. She shouldn't doubt him too much. Besides, this might mean freedom. Without her brother watching over her all the time, she'd have more opportunities to see Rufeng. Thinking of Rufeng, she felt full of strength; she didn't feel lost or helpless at all.

And so, Ruolian became a nanny, and all the housework in the old lady's house fell on Ruolian's petite and frail shoulders. This was something she had never done before. Before, she would feel nauseous just touching oil in a bowl, but gradually, she didn't find it strange to wash feces in the toilet with her hands. In her heart, "Rufeng will graduate from university in just one year. I want to stay in this city, looking forward to Rufeng leaving campus, so we can live happily together every day."

Besides doing housework, she also served as the tutor for the old lady's only granddaughter. The little girl appeared innocent and cute, but she was born mentally challenged and had intellectual disabilities. She was already ten years old, but still in preschool (the grade before first grade, similar to kindergarten), unable to take care of herself. If left alone for even a short time, she would get snot and feces all over herself. When Ruolian first saw her, she was so disgusted she couldn't eat for days. Gradually, Ruolian shed many tears of sympathy for her. She was premature because her father beat her mother. Her father was nowhere to be found when she was born, and her mother passed away shortly after she entered the world.

When the night is deep and quiet and sleep eludes her, Ruolian's mind is filled with unanswerable questions: "What is the purpose of humankind? We toil daily for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation; what's the point of coming into this world...?" In elementary school, teachers always said the red flag was so precious and vibrant, but I never understood what they were saying, so I always forgot to tie a corner of that flag around my neck. In middle school, the teachers stopped asking what color the flag was; they just told the students to study hard, and they would have lots and lots of money and become high-ranking officials, saying it was also a contribution to the country. At that time, I really didn't understand the benefits of being an official and having money; I only knew that these were the things I hated most, so I left school early...

Now it seems like my decision was wrong, because my current job is probably the lowest of the low, but it can't be too far off; even wealthy people... "What's so good about seeing them? Because if they're not careful, they might end up with a daughter like the one I'm taking care of... My beloved Rufeng, you are now my only one, my everything. For you, I stayed in this city that doesn't belong to me, living a life worse than that of pigs and dogs, while you live high up at the top of an ivory tower. What kind of characters are you creating now...
Mom and Dad, I really don't want to go back to you. It's fine that our hometown is already a poor and desolate place, because I am a daughter of the mountains, I'm not afraid of poverty. But I'm really worried that one night, ice hockey will destroy our home and drive us to the underworld. I want to stay in this city, because staying here, at least I can continue my life. I want to wait for my beloved Rufeng, and after he graduates, I will bring you to the city too..." The

end of the month was approaching in a few days, and Ruolian hoped that day would come sooner, because the old lady had promised her that on that day she could go out to make phone calls and could go out and play freely for a day. She hadn't been with Rufeng for a long time, and she longed to fly to Rufeng's side immediately.

In the middle of the night, Ruolian dreamt that Rufeng was sweetly embracing her, and she nestled gently in his arms, the two of them talking about their longing and love during this time. The doorbell rang, and the old lady called out, "Ruolian, go open the door! My son Gaishi is back!" Her son almost always returned in the middle of the night, always with a woman in his arms. He used to come home several times a week, but lately, for some reason, he only came back once every month or so. So the old lady wondered if her beloved son was still alive. Hearing that familiar sound in the middle of the night, she was overjoyed.

"Yes, ma'am," Ruolian said, rushing downstairs to the villa's gate without even changing her pajamas or combing her hair. At that moment, the bright moon hung in the sky, its light like milky white milk, quietly flowing down to earth. Leaning against the iron gate was a man who looked like a pig. His hands and feet were about the same size, but his torso was unusually large, with a protruding belly that resembled a small hill. A voluptuous woman was wrapped around his arm, and her attire was truly extraordinary, even her tongue was adorned with a heavy tongue ring. "Such beautiful moonlight, it's such a waste to shine on them!" A gentle breeze blew in, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

Ruolian opened the door, and they practically stumbled in. When

Gaishi saw Ruolian, he was immediately captivated by her sweetness and purity, his lustful eyes scanning her up and down with ill intent. She had never been looked at like that before, not even by Rufeng, so her heart immediately felt uneasy, and her face secretly flushed.

"Uncle, you've had too much to drink. Come on, let me and this auntie help you inside." Ruolian reluctantly took Gaishi's filthy hand. Unexpectedly, Gaishi pulled Ruolian into his arms and pressed his heavy body almost entirely against her thin frame, shamelessly fondling her breasts. Tears slowly streamed down her face. She silently endured it all without saying a word.

Finally, she and the vixen dragged Gaishi into the house. "My little darling is back! Mother, how have you been?" Gaishi shouted, his words slurred from drinking too much.
"My little darling, you always come back so late. Listen to your mother, damn it, I'm old and useless. Alright, you always bring back a vase. Get some rest...
we'll talk tomorrow..." His voice was also incoherent, fading away as he spoke. He must have fallen asleep. At this moment, Ruolian finally understood what the old lady meant when she first met her as a "vase." Yes, women without money can only be men's ornaments—this is a fact of today's society, and Ruolian finally understood. She wanted to leave all of this immediately, but that was absolutely impossible. This was a job her brother had found for her; if there were a better place, her brother certainly wouldn't have brought her here. The old lady often nagged her with this: "If you can't get used to it, you must tell us as soon as possible. Our company can afford to keep it running, and we won't shortchange you on your nanny fees. Don't be like those other nannies who run away before the end of the month, leaving us with the bad reputation of firing nannies without paying them. But on the other hand, if you run away, your brother can't. He still has to work at our company. With your brother's abilities, working at our company is already a windfall. If you run away, we won't want your brother either. Then you can go back to that poor mountain village that your ancestors have never been able to leave. There have been disasters every year for the past few years. You might as well go back and wait to die." The first time Ruolian heard these words, she really wanted to end her life. Later, she gradually got used to it. It's true that "when you're in the world, you're not in control of your own destiny!"

Ruolian and that witch dragged Gaishi to his room. Ruolian said, "Goodnight, Uncle and Aunt!" and wanted to go back to her own room to rest, but she was firmly held by Gaishi.

"Don't go, what's your name?" Gai Shi slumped, his eyes fixed on Ruolian.

"Uncle, my name is Ruolian." She tried to break free from Gai Shi's grasp, but to no avail.
"Ruolian, what a beautiful name, what a pretty person. Don't go, I want both of you to serve me.
You bitch, Ruolian is shy, you have to help me, I'll give you a tip." As soon as she finished speaking, the demoness conjured a rag and gagged Ruolian, pushed her onto the bed, and moved her to the other side, gripping her hands tightly behind her back. Ruolian stared at the ceiling in despair, tears streaming down her face.

She watched helplessly as her clothes were stripped off, and a pair of demonic hands reached for her breasts. She fainted. Then came waves of excruciating pain in her lower body. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes again, only letting tears accompany the passage of time. Gradually, she fainted again. It was over. When she awoke again, the alluring woman was completely naked. She was wrapped around Gai Shi's neck, half-sitting, half-reclining in front of him, shaking her body and desperately meowing. The gag in Ruolian's mouth had been removed. She wanted to bite her tongue and end her life, but she wanted to see her beloved Rufeng one last time and didn't want anyone to know she had died so horribly.

She tried to get up and leave this inhuman state, but she had no strength left. So she lay there, listening to the meows, continuing to wait for her life to slip away. After an unknown amount of time, the alluring woman and Gai Shi finally dressed. Gai Shi handed her… The woman had a huge wad of banknotes, each one bearing the image of a founding head of state. Ruolian noticed a similar stack beside her, but she didn't even have the energy to get up and tear them up. Gaishi and the woman whispered a few words to each other, then helped each other out of the room. As the sound of a car horn faded into the distance, everything returned to calm.

The next day, Ruolian had to continue her work as if nothing had happened. After finishing her housework, she listened to the old woman's nagging while massaging her frail body. She had to take the superfluous little girl to school and pick her up afterward. The whole process had to be done with extreme care; the slightest mistake would result in her being immediately arrested by the city. The traffic took her life, a life that was no longer hers.

Gradually, Ruolian felt extremely uncomfortable in her lower body, then her whole body itched, and finally countless small bumps appeared. She knew deeply that her life was truly over. She didn't even have the courage to see Rufeng one last time. She would wait until the end of the month to send her body to a distant place. She couldn't let Rufeng know what had happened to her; all she hoped for now was to keep it a secret so that he could live happily.
V. The Day She Went to the Water to Find Flowers After returning to school, Rufeng lived in a state of longing every day. Every moment, he saw Ruolian's poetic and picturesque figure, her clear and sweet voice, and her ever-smiling dimples…
…

All of this lingered in Ru Feng's heart, giving him boundless strength. In his heart, Ruo Lian was so perfect; he wanted to enrich himself, improve himself, and ensure that their future days would always be filled with laughter and joy. So he plunged into the ocean of knowledge, soaring freely in the paradise of art and literature. During this time, he wrote a short poem, "Ball! A Cry from the Ivory Tower," and his favorite online novel, "The Colorful Clouds Flying from the Other Side of the Sky." He also longed to write about his love with Ruo Lian in a novel, but he hesitated to put pen to paper. This was their love, born of the sun; even writing it down felt like a sacrifice. He wanted to bury her deep in his heart, keeping her as the best spiritual nourishment for his life

. He stumbled upon his journal and suddenly realized that he and Ruolian had been separated for almost a month. This unconscious discovery stirred up endless longing and reverie: "My beloved Ruolian, where are you? Your sweetness, your shyness, your expressive eyes, are always before my eyes. Every word you say, every soft laugh of yours, lingers in my ears. They say beautiful things are easily lost, and I'm so worried, worried that our love won't last forever..."

So he stopped his studies and writing, wandering wherever she might be. Day after day, he didn't feel tired, only increasingly helpless and heartbroken. The scorching sun beat down on him, but he didn't feel hot; the icy rain poured down on him, but he didn't feel cold. Gradually, his skin was scarred by the blazing sun, and the cold rain made him dizzy, weak, and feverish. Food lost its appeal, and his weight plummeted.

But he had to continue searching for Ruolian, continuing to drag his unresponsive body through the bustling city streets.

One stormy night, Ru Feng finally found Ruo Lian. She held a small, snow-white umbrella and carried many things; from afar, she was still as beautiful and pure as ever. "Ruo—Lian—!" Ru Feng called out with all his might.

"Ru—Feng—!" Ruo Lian heard the call she had longed for day and night, dropped everything, and ran towards Ru Feng through the wind and rain. Ru Feng was already too exhausted to run, and continued to drag his body along with faltering steps.
"Ru Feng—, what happened to you? You got sunburned, and your skin is peeling. Where did your muscles and little belly go? When I first saw you, I laughed at you for having such big breasts like us girls. Where are they now? You have a fever, why didn't you see a doctor? When you saw me, you didn't have the strength to run, you just slowly dragged your body. Ru Feng—, you are my everything, and now that you've become like this, how can I go on living? Waaah… Ru Feng…" Ruo Lian ran into Ru Feng's arms, tears streaming down her face like broken beads. She couldn't say anything more.

VI. On a Night of Life and Death, it was very late when Ruolian returned with a heavy heart to the magnificent and refreshing villa that had brought her joy, numbed her, and ultimately ruined her life. Whether it was the night or her mood, everything felt so frivolous and gloomy, as if a stronger wind could blow it all away.

She gently approached the little girl's bedside. The little girl was already asleep; she wondered if the world was beautiful in her dreams.

"Little sister, wake up, I have something to tell you," she said softly, stroking the little girl's face. "

Sister, what's wrong? You're all wet!" the little girl cried out, awakened from her dream by Ruolian. "Little sister, keep your

voice down. If Grandma finds out, it'll be terrible."

"Don't be afraid, Grandma has nothing to fear," the little girl said, her voice still loud.

"Little sister, don't say anything, just listen to me, okay?" she cried, about to shout again, but Ruolian gently covered her mouth. "I'm leaving. After I'm gone, you must listen to the old lady, be a good child, study hard, and learn to take care of yourself..." Ruolian wanted to say more, but the little girl had already fallen into a deep sleep. She had no choice but to stop, because dementia is dementia, and she would never understand.
Ruolian took nothing with her, only her remaining body. Only Rufeng and she knew about her illness. She didn't want Rufeng to know, but it was too late. For Rufeng to have any hope of living, she had to go.

She braved the wind and rain again, heading towards the train station that would take her to a more distant place. A plane would have been ideal, but Ruolian didn't have that much money. She didn't bring any rain gear either, because she was only delivering her own body; getting wet didn't matter. The wind and rain lashed against her scarred body, and she felt nothing. In her heart, there was only one belief: to send her body as far away as possible, so that Rufeng, unaware of her fate, might live on waiting for her.

The train was about to leave, and she dialed Rufeng's number one last time.

"Rufeng, let's have our wedding now. Let's close our eyes and experience the whole ceremony together… Okay, I'm your wife now, and I have to call you husband. Husband, will you love me forever?"

"Ruolian, what's wrong? Didn't we say tomorrow? Where are you now? I'll come with you."
"Don't come. By the time you get here, I'll have already left this city. I'm going to a faraway place to get treatment for my illness. People say it's incurable, but I don't believe it. I'm going to fight against death. Husband, with our love, I believe I can overcome this disease. Wait for me to come back, okay? When I come back, I can have your children. Husband, call me wife, and tell me, will you love me forever?" Sobs came from the other end of the line.

"Wife, I will only love you in this life, I…" Rufeng wanted to say, "I don't want you to leave!" Because he knew everything Ruolian wanted to do, he wanted to stop her so he could leave this world with her, but the call had already ended.

His heart was shattered by an invisible knife, and the deepest sorrow in the world surged into his soul. Tears welled up and streamed down his face. Through the blurry tears, his little garden appeared. The water lilies in the small pond grew exceptionally lush, and the lotus that rose highest above the water became his Ruolian. Her face flushed red, and she slowly raised her delicate hand, gently beckoning Rufeng. Rufeng stood on the windowsill and gently flew into her embrace...

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