[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 26

Chapter 17 Ouyang Mudan

(October 4, 11:00 AM, Haibin International Building) Ouyang Dan's emotions had stabilized slightly, and she sat upright on the sofa opposite me.

"I was born in a poor mountain village west of the Taihang Mountains. There were four of us in my family: my father, mother, younger brother, and me. I'm two years older than my brother. There were about thirty or forty households in the village. My parents were barely literate; they couldn't even write their own names. We were very poor, but they still sent my brother and me to school in the county to escape poverty. They were terrified of poverty.

My father worked as a laborer to save money for our tuition, and my mother scrimped and saved, taking on all the farm work alone. My brother and I were both very sensible and ambitious, always ranking in the top three of our grade.

But then tragedy struck. My father fell from scaffolding dozens of meters high. He survived, but suffered high-level paraplegia, losing sensation below his chest. Our already struggling family was now burdened with debt, and rehabilitation became a distant dream." "The construction company should be responsible!"

I interjected, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"After the incident, they threw three thousand yuan at us and never showed their faces again."

"Take it to the county government and sue them!"

"My mother went, but they kicked her out. Think about it, what honest, unsophisticated rural woman would dare to cause trouble for the government? She had no choice but to accept it. Later, we found out that the construction company boss was the brother-in-law of a county leader."

"They're in cahoots!" I

said angrily.

"That year I was seventeen, in my second year of high school. A month later, I dropped out. It was my own decision; I wanted to earn money to pay for my father's medical treatment and support my younger brother's education. My mother absolutely refused, saying she would sell the house and land to support us and my brother's education.

Sigh! How much could two dilapidated cave dwellings sell for? Just then, the T City Experimental Drama Troupe came to the county to recruit people, so I went without telling my mother. I only sang one song and I captivated everyone present. They all said my voice and timbre were perfect for opera, and they let me go back to T City the next day.

I was overjoyed, running along the road towards home, thinking..." Finally, I could earn money to pay for my father's medical treatment and support my younger brother's education.

My parents weren't overjoyed. My mother was silent for a while, then looked up for a long time, only glancing at our impoverished home, then at my father, paralyzed on the bed, then at me, tears streaming down her face before she lowered her head.

A month after I joined the troupe, everyone unanimously praised me, believing I was a born opera prodigy—a clear voice, a wide vocal range, exceptional comprehension, and also a handsome appearance, graceful figure, and elegant demeanor. However, I didn't dwell on my unknown talent. Instead, I diligently studied the essential "four skills and five methods" for opera actors and humbly sought guidance from my senior classmates. Every day, I was the first to get up, practicing my voice, bending over backwards, stretching my legs… and the last to finish practice. Everyone in the troupe liked me.

At the end of the month, I received my 600 yuan salary, keeping only 30 yuan and sending the rest home. The money wasn't much, but I was relieved; finally, I could share some of my family's burdens.

Two days later, my younger brother called me from the city, saying that Dad's condition had worsened, and he insisted on stopping his medication, saying he would save the money for Dad's tuition. My brother timidly said on the phone that he wanted to drop out of school to earn money for Dad's treatment.

I cried and yelled at him on the phone, telling him to focus on his studies and use the money for Dad's medical expenses . "I'll figure out the money."

After hanging up the phone, I was troubled. I kept crying, helpless tears streaming down my face.

A senior in my dorm, who was usually fashionable and extravagant, saw that I desperately needed money and secretly told me about a way to make a lot of money, it just depended on whether I was willing.

As soon as I heard that I could make money, I nodded and agreed without thinking.

A rich man she knew asked her to find a virgin and keep her for a month, with at least two nights a week, for a total of 13,000 yuan for the deflowering fee and the keeping fee. It turned out that she had met a rich man when she worked as a hostess in a nightclub. In fact, many actresses in the troupe did that in secret.

"Your senior is a fucking bastard!"

I said indignantly.

"I don't blame her, really! At least I paid off some of my family's debts."

Ouyang Dan continued with relief: "And so, I gave my first time to a middle-aged man who was older than my father." At that moment, I lay beneath that man like a dead man, clutching a wad of hundred-yuan bills tightly in my hand, as if afraid someone would steal them. I didn't cry; after the tearing pain, my lower body went numb. I just stared blankly at the ceiling, enduring one beast-like thrust after another, until the man, panting heavily, pressed down on me.

"Poverty is truly terrifying!"

I sighed. A pang of sorrow gripped my heart; such a beautiful body had been defiled by an old man.

"Money can make people lose their minds!" Afterwards, I washed my body repeatedly with water, scrubbing vigorously with soap until my skin began to redden, but I didn't stop. Soon, faint traces of blood began to seep out in some places! I still felt incredibly dirty, continuing to scrub vigorously, as if trying to wash away my skin and regenerate a new layer…

However, my virginity and shame couldn't save my father's life. A month later, my father died. Tears of sorrow welled up in her eyes again.

"For a period of time afterward, I couldn't shake off the shadows of inferiority and fear. That unspeakable experience was unbearable, and I often woke up from nightmares. But... but the worst thing was—I was pregnant!"

At this moment, a painful sorrow flashed across her face.

"I wanted to cry but couldn't, enduring both physical and mental pain. I was depressed all day, in a daze, not eating or drinking, not speaking, and crying all day long. Do you know? How can a girl under eighteen bear the influence of traditional morality and ethics on her? It's a psychological shadow that can never be washed away, and can never be escaped."

"How unfortunate! Why did all these tragic things happen to you? Please don't do anything rash!"

I said with pity. From her resolute sacrifice to save her father, to the torment of ethical and chastity views, to the unfortunate pregnancy, it was undoubtedly a fatal blow to a girl under eighteen.

"If I hadn't met Lao Xu back then, I might not be where I am today."

"Lao Xu?"

I asked, puzzled.

“His name is Xu Dong, that’s my husband. He plays the young male lead in the theater troupe. Old Xu is a good man! But now he’s imprisoned… Sigh!”

Her eyes welled up with tears again.

“Don’t be sad anymore, you’ll hurt yourself crying. Why was he…”

I handed her another tissue.

“Thank you! I’m sorry you had to see this.”

She waved her hand and gave me a faint smile. She continued, "Actually, he secretly fell in love with me when I first joined the troupe, but he didn't have the courage to confess. When he heard about my being kept by a sugar daddy, he initially looked down on me, thinking I was also that kind of vulgar, materialistic, and vain woman. Later, when he learned that I did it to save my father, he not only dispelled his misunderstanding but was also moved by my selfless filial piety, and his love for me grew even stronger. During the time I had my abortion, he stayed by my side, comforting and encouraging me. He told me, '

Be strong. This is just a small episode in your life. Although it's sad and painful, it's in the past. The future is bright. You are still beautiful and young. Create your own happy tomorrow.' As time went by, I gradually forgot what had happened and practiced diligently every day, focusing on learning the art. Under his guidance, my acting skills improved greatly. I incorporated my own life experiences into the roles, making my performances genuine and natural, resonating with the audience, and becoming the troupe's leading actress."

When I was twenty-two, we got married. Old Xu was eight years older than me, had been married before, and his wife had also been an actress in a theater troupe. When our daughter, Tongtong, was just four years old, a car accident took her life. To repay Old Xu's love and care, I raised Tongtong as my own child, and I still have no plans to have any more children. Later, I received several theater awards, including the Plum Blossom Award two years ago. "The Plum Blossom Award? That's the highest award in theatrical performance! You're amazing!"

I exclaimed admiringly.

"Thank you! It's nothing."

Ouyang Dan smiled shyly, a fleeting look of pride on her face, before her expression turned serious: "A sudden incident has plunged us into disaster. Have you heard about the kidnapping of Liu Tianbao two years ago?"

I was startled.

"It's Liu Tianbao from the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the T City Procuratorate! Liu Shixiong's son!"

"I know about that incident. What's wrong? What does it have to do with you?" "

I didn't answer directly. It wasn't just something I'd heard about; that incident was etched into my memory, the pain and hurt still haunt me.

'That so-called kidnapper was my own brother!'

'What? That guy was your brother?'

I rushed towards her, grabbing her collar, my eyes flashing with malice.

'You…'

Ouyang Dan stared at me in surprise.

She hadn't expected such a strong reaction. Just moments ago, she'd clearly seen this man moved by her story, so why the sudden change…?

Just as she was wondering…

'I'm sorry! I apologize! I acted impulsively.'" "

I let go, and after calming down, I realized that the matter had nothing to do with her, and I shouldn't have gotten angry at her. Besides, Liu Shixiong insulted someone's wife first, then cheated and broke the contract, and then the police came to arrest him. Juanzi was Erbao's lover at the time and was about to escape, so he was enraged and detonated the explosives, but when that failed, he fired. And I willingly walked into the line of fire. Logically speaking, he wouldn't have shot me, especially since he had some feelings for me at the time, so it must have been an accident. As for the older sister, Ouyang Dan, she was even more innocent.

"I not only know about that matter, but I know it very well because I was one of the parties involved."

"What?"

She was shocked, her mouth agape for a long time.

"My anger, my fury, isn't about hating him for accidentally shooting me, but about the irreparable pain he caused to my body, you know? It's completely irreparable! I was originally very sympathetic to his plight, especially after seeing the DVD and the suicide note, I felt even more sympathetic..."

"The suicide note?" "We only vaguely heard about the CD, but we don't know what was on it, let alone a suicide note. What did it say? We heard someone was shot, but we never imagined it was my brother who shot you. How can you say it was accidental? Where were you hurt?"

she asked anxiously.

"I... I can't tell you."

How could I say I had a sexual dysfunction? As a man, I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Whether it was accidental or something else, I apologize on behalf of my brother! I'll try to compensate you, and I promise I'll heal your wounds! You just said you sympathized with my brother, you're a good person, I can't be wrong. Please tell me what happened, okay? I just want to know the truth. Do you remember what was on the CD and the suicide note? I beg you!" "Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... rhythmic swallowing, irresistible! Click to enter.

" After she finished speaking, she knelt down in front of me with a "thump," her face covered in tears. She thought I was holding a grudge against her brother for shooting and injuring her, which was why I didn't tell her.

"Get up quickly! You misunderstood, I didn't say I wouldn't tell you, it's just that the place where I was injured is... it's a man's..."

Seeing this, I quickly helped her up.

"Ah? You mean it's your... it's lost its function?"

"Yes."

I said sadly.

"I'm sorry! No wonder..."

She was about to say that no wonder I didn't react when she tried to seduce and tease me.

"Hehe! No wonder you weren't tempted by me just now, were you?"

I laughed awkwardly and said, "You're wrong! I'm not some Liu Xiahui, I'm a man too, how could I not be tempted by a woman who is both a winner of the Plum Blossom Award and a beautiful woman?" On the surface, I showed no reaction, but inside I was surging with emotion. "Ha!"

"I'm not some kind of beauty, I never expected someone as seemingly honest as you to be like this..."

Her cheeks flushed.

The atmosphere in the room eased, and the distance between us grew.

After I told her everything that had happened that day, and recounted the contents of the suicide note, she burst into tears again, filled with grief and indignation.

"The deaths of my brother and sister-in-law were somewhat unclear, so Lao Xu began investigating the truth, gathering evidence of Liu Shixiong's embezzlement, bribery, and corrupt lifestyle. Last December, he sent a letter of complaint to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, but after New Year's Day, he was placed under investigation by the Anti-Corruption Bureau, and then imprisoned on trumped-up charges, falsely accused of embezzling public funds during his tenure as the head of the theater troupe, with a sentence of ten years."

Last month, I visited him in prison and found him to be unrecognizable, tortured beyond recognition. A man in his late forties looked like a man in his sixties; I could hardly believe it. His once straight back was now hunched, and he had numerous bruises on his body.

I knew it was Liu Shixiong who ordered his men to do it. It turned out he had long coveted my appearance, unaware that Lao Xu was my husband. Several times, with ulterior motives, he tried to get me to have dinner with him, but I refused. Just seeing him filled me with hatred and disgust; how could I share a meal with a beast? However, at this year's May Day celebration and awards ceremony, after he learned that Xu Dong was my husband, Lao Xu's misfortune in prison began.

On the day of the visit, although Lao Xu didn't say anything, fear flashed in his eyes. I was certain he had suffered extremely cruel abuse; otherwise, someone with his strong character would never have acted that way.

At that moment, my heart was breaking, but to save Lao Xu, I had no choice but to submit.

I wasn't very familiar with Wang Ying either; she had interviewed me a few times. I'd heard about her relationship with Liu Shixiong before; I wouldn't have asked her for help if it weren't for Lao Xu's matter. I guess you saw it in the room last night…saw him…" I thought to myself, not only did I see it, but I also overheard the whole thing on the phone.

"Just now I was still…you don't look down on me, do you? You don't think I'm a slutty woman, do you?"

"No, I know you had your reasons. Although the methods were a bit…well, I understand." "

Liu Shixiong is rich, powerful, and lustful. I'm just a weak woman; I can only use my body. What else can I do?"

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back any longer, filled with righteous indignation: "Where have all the righteous people gone? There's so much helplessness and gloom in reality, especially in this decadent, materialistic, dog-eat-dog society. Everyone seems to wear a thick mask; there's very little genuine connection. People hurry about, cautious, expressionless." The distance between people is growing ever wider, so far that even the person sleeping next to you cannot know your thoughts.

Whenever I see rampant evil, unbridled brutality, the desecration of morality, and the trampling of conscience, I always feel that there is no justice or fairness in this world. In this cold, materialistic, and money-driven society, is there no one who stands up to defend the truth? ... "Ah!"

I cried out in surprise. In my impassioned outburst against the darkness of society, wanting only to vent my anger and regret, I carelessly crumpled the paper cup in my hand, spilling scalding water onto my pajama bottoms. The instinctive cry of pain

echoed as I cried out. Hearing my cry, she looked up and, assuming I was venting my anger over her misfortune, felt an even greater liking for me. She quickly came over and loosened the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms, scolding, "Look how careless you are! You burned yourself! Come on! Take your pants off quickly, don't let them stick to your skin, otherwise it'll be harder to heal."

She reached out to pull down my pajama bottoms.

"It's okay...no need...no need...I can do it myself..."

I blushed; how could I let a woman take off my pants?

She smiled slightly and said, "Shy? Haha, then go to the bathroom and apply cold water."

I grabbed my waistband, fled into the bathroom, took off my pajama bottoms, and used a showerhead to pour cold water over the burn.

"Don't turn the water on too high, be careful not to wash off a layer of skin."

She said through the bathroom door.

"Oh, I know."

Since the water wasn't very hot and the burn wasn't too serious, perhaps because it was cooled with cold water.

She called the waiter to bring burn ointment, handed it to me through the crack in the door, and instructed, "After applying the ointment, try not to touch the burned area. Don't wear pants anymore, just wrap yourself in a bath towel."

"Oh, I know."

Ouyang Dan's caring words warmed my heart.

When I walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around my lower body, I saw her neatly tidying up the clutter on the coffee table; my haphazardly piled clothes had been neatly folded and placed to one side. It seemed she was not only a theatrical star but also a virtuous woman.

"Thank you! I'm so sorry to have asked you to help me..."

"It's nothing, I was just killing time anyway. Men are all like that, cluttering everything and not knowing how to tidy up."

She smiled, turned around and continued tidying the room, saying with her back turned, "I've been rambling on and on without even considering whether you want to listen? I've just been telling you everything, are you getting a little annoyed?"

"How could I be?"

I quickly said, "The fact that you're telling me all this means you at least trust me to some extent."

"Yes! Secretary Zhang..."

"Please don't call me Secretary Zhang, I'm not a secretary, my name is Zhang Daniu! Just call me Daniu!"

I interrupted her.

"Okay then, I'll call you Daniu!"

She turned around and looked at me sincerely, "Daniu! To be honest, after confiding in you just now, I felt a sense of relief. It's the least I've spoken since Lao Xu was arrested. You're right, my intuition tells me you're a trustworthy person, otherwise, I wouldn't have said so much."

"Thank you for your trust!"

I just mentioned you're an orphan, could you tell me about that? "She felt we got along better and better.

'My experiences aren't as complicated as yours...' I recounted my

life story to her: losing my mother at birth, losing my father in childhood, being adopted, failing my college entrance exam; from a chance encounter with Juanzi to the kidnapping incident; from being shot and losing my function to unexpectedly marrying; from facing double-track management, business bankruptcy, to being laid off and working odd jobs.

'I never imagined your experiences were so tragic, so pitiful!'

she said, moved to tears.

I replied, 'Actually, I should thank your brother. It was because he accidentally shot me that I was fortunate enough to marry Juanzi. Isn't that right? Haha...'

'You, you are not only an upright and kind man, but also a magnanimous and forgiving man.'

Hearing my words, Ouyang Dan felt a little relieved, and her gratitude and admiration for me welled up.

'The Analects says: The way of the superior man is nothing more than loyalty and forbearance. Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself. I do not wish others to do to me, nor do I wish to do to others.'" Therefore, I believe that being tolerant of others is being tolerant of ourselves. A little more tolerance towards others creates more space in our lives. Tolerance is also forgetting. Learning to forget brings sunshine and joy to life.”

I spoke freely and confidently.

“You speak so well! I didn’t expect you to know so much. Being a security guard is indeed a waste of your talent. But I believe that someone like you will eventually succeed!”

She smiled encouragingly, then sighed, “My brother is also very talented. If it weren’t for his accident, maybe… sigh! Let’s not talk about it. Da Niu, I have something to tell you, see if you’d like to?”

“Go ahead!”

“Meeting you today, and we’ve talked so much, I feel very happy and close. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I think so too!”

“You don’t have any relatives left, and I don’t have a brother either. I see my brother’s shadow in you, so why don’t you become my brother? I will treat you like my own brother! What do you think?” "

She asked tentatively.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I was just about to say it, but I was afraid you'd refuse, so I didn't dare say it."

"You, do you really want me to say it?"

she said shyly.

"Hehe!"

"Look at you, silly! Aren't you going to call me 'sister'?"

she scolded playfully.

"Sister!"

"Yes! Brother!"

"I'm so happy, I have a sister now, and she's a beautiful big star."

"I'm very happy today too!"

"By the way, sister, let me ask you, I'm twenty-six years old, how about you?"

"Old, thirty-five already."

"Really? No way! You look at most twenty-four or twenty-five!"

"Look at what you're saying? You're five years younger than my brother. Don't believe me? I'll show you my ID card in a bit."

The siblings chatted back and forth, getting closer and closer.

"By the way, Sister Ouyang! What are you doing in Haibin City?" "

I felt bad after asking that question. I quickly changed the subject, saying, 'The rain has finally stopped...'

'Are you trying to ask why I was in Liu Shixiong's room?'

She smiled sadly, 'In a couple of days, I'm participating in the "Famous Artists and Masterpieces Singing Concert" in Haibin City. After learning that Lao Xu was suffering inside, I tried to find connections to help, but everyone said they couldn't help me because Liu Shixiong had already made it clear that no one dared to get involved. Thinking of Lao Xu being tortured beyond recognition inside, I suppressed my resentment and forced a smile to contact Liu Shixiong, but he made excuses to avoid me. The more anxious I became, the more he avoided me. Later, he simply stopped answering my calls. In desperation, I had to ask Wang Ying for help. At first, she refused, but after I begged her repeatedly, she finally agreed...'

At this point, tears welled up in Ouyang Dan's beautiful eyes again, her expression sorrowful and desolate.

'Is there really no other way?'" "

I felt a mix of emotions I couldn't describe. Especially the thought of my newly reunited sister being forced to sacrifice herself to save a loved one—how cruel, how tragic.

She smiled bitterly through her tears, 'Don't you know Liu Shixiong is an absolute ruler in T City? Every word he says is law, who dares to disobey? What can an ordinary woman like me do? He still won't let me go today, making me continue tonight…'"

Tears of bitterness streamed down her cheeks.

I remember Li Ao once said that ordinary people under the oppression of power are nothing but spineless cowards. Laws and regulations seem too pale in the face of power, as pale as a dead man's face. In a dog-eat-dog world, the vulnerable can only swallow their anger and silently accept the bullying and trampling of power.

Chapter 18 An Accidental Found

(October 4th, 12:10 PM) "Ring ring..."

The room phone rang.

Ouyang Dan and I were both startled and exchanged a glance.

"It's probably Uncle Liu calling!"

I said as I answered the phone.

"Hello! Sir! Lunch is ready. Would you like to dine in the restaurant or have it delivered to your room?"

The service at the Seaside International Building is indeed first-class. VIP guests on the tenth floor and above have reserved seating. If guests wish to dine in their rooms, the staff will deliver the food.

"Please wait a moment!"

I asked Ouyang Dan, "Sister Ouyang! It's the restaurant's call. How about we eat in the room?"

"Anything is fine."

"Okay! Then bring it to the room."

The meal consisted of four dishes and a soup. The four dishes were: abalone and shark fin, bird's nest, abalone, and seasonal seafood. These were arranged by Huang Yingfa to entertain Liu Shixiong.

During the meal, Ouyang Dan kept putting food in my bowl, which warmed my heart.

Ouyang Dan didn't eat much, watching me eat thoughtfully.

Seeing that she wasn't eating, I asked, "Sister Ouyang! Why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking? Should I get you something else?"

"No need, I'm full. You eat yours and don't worry about me,"

she said with a smile. "Da Niu, I have something to tell you, I don't know if you'd like to hear it? Maybe it will help your illness."

"Sister Ouyang, please tell me,"

I put down my chopsticks.

"A few years ago, when Lao Xu was rehearsing a martial arts scene with a young actor, he was accidentally stabbed in the groin by a spear. From then on, his penis could no longer achieve an erection, and he sought medical help and tried various medications without success. Lao Xu's mother is a renowned medical expert. His father passed away when he was young, and she loved him dearly. To cure her son's illness, she, nearing 70, painstakingly researched, consulted numerous materials, and visited many famous doctors. Based on Lao Xu's condition and the location of his injury, she finally wrote a draft manuscript entitled 'Rehabilitation and Physiotherapy Methods for Male Traumatic Disorders.' Afterwards, she taught me the specific methods, instructing me to massage and manipulate Lao Xu daily using the techniques she taught me, while also applying and taking specially formulated medications. In less than six months, Lao Xu's illness was miraculously cured."

"Really? Does that mean there's hope for my illness?"

I asked excitedly.

"Don't get too excited yet. I don't know if your symptoms are the same as Lao Xu's, or if the treatment methods are the same. Will the medication work? After all, Lao Xu's sister developed the treatment specifically for his condition; what works for him might not work for you."

"Is that so?"

I was a little disappointed.

"But don't lose heart. Before I came to Binhai City, his sister told me that her brother recovered. Maybe this 'Rehabilitation and Physiotherapy Method for Male Traumatic Disorders' can help many male patients with sexual dysfunction. To this end, she gathered more than a dozen well-known domestic medical experts to review this academic paper and conducted clinical trials at the Affiliated Hospital of S Province Medical University. When I get back, I'll talk to her about whether you can be a volunteer in the clinical trial. What do you say?"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Thank you! Sister Ouyang!"

"You're still being so polite? Aren't we siblings?"

She gave me a reproachful look.

"Hehe!"

I scratched my head sheepishly.

“Da Niu, you just said you work as a security guard?”

“Yes!”

“Which security company? A friend of mine also runs a security company; maybe he can help you.”

“No need!”

I said firmly, “I don’t want to rely on others; I want to make a name for myself through my own abilities.”

“Hmm! That’s ambitious! These days, it’s rare to see young people with your kind of thinking. But with your talent and abilities, you should do something else.”

She nodded approvingly.

The siblings grew closer and closer as they chatted.

(October 4, 7:00 PM) At the Seaside International Building restaurant, Liu Shixiong told me that tomorrow morning I would take a high-performance four-wheel-drive jeep provided by the Seaside Municipal Government to the Seaside Resort to pick up Erbao and Juanzi and bring them back to Seaside. Shang Biyun and Wu Fang would also be returning to Seaside from the Special Economic Zone tomorrow, preparing to take a flight back to T City the day after tomorrow, October 6th.

(October 4, 10:30 PM) That night, I didn’t eavesdrop on the lewd and stimulating sounds from the next room. Lying in bed, the image of Sister Ouyang's beautiful body being violated kept flashing through my mind, making me feel unbearably tormented.

I opened the balcony door and went out onto the balcony, gazing into the distance. The air outside was fresh, and since I couldn't sleep anyway, I thought I might as well go for a walk in the plaza downstairs. Standing in the plaza garden in front of the building, I saw that the torrential rain had turned many parts of this beautiful city into swamps, and traffic was paralyzed.

The rain started pouring down again, and I hurriedly ran into the building. Just as I entered the lobby through the revolving doors, the elevator doors slowly opened in the distance, and a graceful woman in a tight red dress, surrounded by four men in black suits, walked out with elegant steps.

Her high heels clicked on the gleaming dark blue marble floor

.

As she walked gracefully, she scanned the entire lobby, and suddenly she saw me walking towards the elevator, and a barely perceptible look of delight appeared in her eyes.

When I was a few steps away from her, I realized I had seen this woman that morning at the VIP restaurant for breakfast. I had just finished eating and stepped out of the restaurant when a woman with striking features and a stunning figure quickly overtook me from behind, stood in front of me, and handed me my room key and phone, which I had left on the table. Startled, I quickly thanked her, but she gave me a seductive smile and turned away with captivating charm.

Just as I was wondering what was happening, she was right next to me, and to my surprise, she winked at me twice with a pleading expression. Just as we were about to pass each other, I heard

a cry of "Ouch!" and she stumbled and fell into my arms.

Instinctively, I caught her.

The men who looked like bodyguards quickly and roughly pulled her away from me, scrutinizing me warily.

“Sumimasen! Sumimasen! (すみません: I'm sorry!)”

She blushed slightly and bowed apologetically.

I could understand a few simple Japanese phrases.

“Damn! So she's a Japanese woman!”

I thought to myself. To be honest, I have a deep-seated aversion to Japanese people. The Japanese have committed a long and heinous crime against our country, which has lasted for hundreds of years since the beginning of the Japanese invasion! To this day, they still show no remorse and even deny the Nanjing Massacre. The elegance, sexiness, and amazement I once had in her eyes had all vanished.

I coldly and disdainfully said, “Take a piece of tape! (だいじょぶ: It's okay)”

Then I turned and left without looking back, completely ignoring her gaping mouth in surprise.

Back in room 1116, as I took off my clothes to take a shower, a pink cell phone fell out of my shirt pocket.

"Huh? What's going on?"

I suddenly remembered the strange expression on the Japanese woman's face before she stumbled towards me, and that intriguing wink. It seemed she had pretended to twist her ankle and fall, taking the opportunity to slip her phone into my pocket. Was this just a scene from a TV show playing out on me? A spy? A secret agent? A

Japanese spy?

My scalp tightened instantly. Should I call the police? But recalling the pleading expression on the Japanese woman's face, I hesitated. So, I decided to check what was inside the phone first. If I found anything involving state secrets, then it wouldn't be too late to call the police.

I picked up the phone and examined it closely. I hadn't seen this model on the market before. It was a Sony product made for Docomo, with 3x optical zoom, a 5MP camera, and international interfaces (3G/GSM) for smooth internet access and watching TV and movies.

The phone's operating system was Japanese. Luckily, I had taught myself Japanese before, which came in handy now. I easily found the image files on the machine, which contained only a dozen or so selfies of the woman and some landscape images. I then found a text folder with many Microsoft Office Word and Microsoft Office Excel files and spreadsheets. One file contained names—Japanese, English, and a few Chinese names—followed by contact addresses and phone numbers. Another file contained names, amounts, bank account numbers, and passwords. After searching repeatedly, I found nothing related to national security. Although I dislike Japanese people, I didn't see the need to hand it over to the police.

I thought that perhaps this Japanese woman had some personal privacy she didn't want others to know, and maybe she was forced to let me keep it temporarily, intending to ask for it back later.

Later? Would she be able to find me?

(October 6, 8:50 AM, Haibin City International Airport) The sunshine after the rain was exceptionally bright, awakening all things and bathing all living beings.

Our group boarded the return flight.

Chapter 18: Borrowing Money for Redemption

"The night is deep, the wind is cold, and the sound of breaking bamboo can be heard."

The nights in northern China in November are already quite cold. Braving the chilly evening wind, I tightened my collar and patrolled the compound of the newly signed security company with a flashlight.

After returning from Haibin City, the security manager scolded me for unexcused absence. I explained repeatedly that I was delayed by a storm, but he still deducted 200 yuan from my pay, saying he was being lenient by not firing me—a fact that pained me for days.

Juanzi started working at the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Municipal Procuratorate on the third day after her return. She was assigned to the internal affairs and personnel department, mainly responsible for receiving and sending documents, drafting paperwork, and handling daily reception. Judging from her joyful expression, she really cared about this job; it was something she had always wanted. She cooked and did laundry even more diligently than usual, humming a song and looking happy. I was secretly pleased for her.

The Anti-Corruption Bureau of T City is a department of the Municipal Procuratorate, with more than 20 people. The director, who also serves as the deputy procurator general, is a distant cousin of Shang Biyun. Another deputy director is the director's confidant, and the assistant director, Liu Tianbao, is the "third-in-command." Since Erbao didn't learn much professional knowledge, his work was naturally inadequate. Juanzi, on the other hand, studied law in university, had excellent grades, and solid theoretical knowledge. Her arrival was a perfect help to Erbao's shortcomings in his work.

Since Juanzi started working at the Anti-Corruption Bureau, she had more social engagements and often worked overtime. Several times she came home very late, looking exhausted and weary.

When I gently scolded her, she always seemed flustered, avoiding my eyes and giving evasive answers. Because I also often work night shifts, Juanzi and I have seen each other very little over the past month. Just a few days ago, she went to Beijing to attend some training course.

Across the street, the area has long been designated as part of the second phase of development, but for some reason, construction on the dilapidated houses with large "○ demolish" signs on the walls hasn't started yet.

Through the iron fence, I saw few pedestrians on the street. Only the pink lights from the massage parlors and brothels across the street shone with a lewd glow. Inside, scantily clad, heavily made-up women winked at men passing by. Some leaned against the doors, flirting provocatively, while others sat with their legs spread, deliberately exposing their underwear under their short skirts. A

shouting match came from afar. Using the streetlights, I could see a man and a woman arguing outside a massage parlor. One woman grabbed a man's arm, sobbing, "I've never seen such a shameless man! You used me and then gave me counterfeit money, and you even hit me… What

kind of person are you…?" "So what if I hit you? You slut! You dare say my money is counterfeit? You clearly switched it! You're framing me! I'll beat you to death today, you whore!"

The man punched and kicked the woman.

"Ouch!"

the woman cried out, falling to the ground.

"He's hitting someone!"

"Call the police!"

cried several masseuses who were watching.

"Who told me to call the police? Who's got a death wish? Don't you even know who I am?"

I can't stand men beating women, and seeing how arrogant that man was, I couldn't hold back any longer and ran out of the company gate, heading straight for him.

I pushed through the crowd and saw the woman, her face covered in blood, clinging tightly to his leg, crying in agony, "Even if you kill me, you have to give me a new one."

"Damn it, I'll kick you to death, you bitch..."

The man raised his foot to kick the woman again.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, I leaped in front of the man, grabbed his wrist, and shoved him aside. He staggered a couple of times and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Kid, do you want to die? Daring to meddle in my business!"

the man threatened menacingly, getting up and throwing a punch at me.

I didn't say a word, watching his attack, I dodged to the side, grabbed his wrist with my other hand, and pulled down hard.

"Ouch! It hurts like hell! How dare you... Ouch! Sir! Sir! Spare me..."

The man, his wrist locked in a grappling technique, was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face as he begged for mercy. It seems the grappling techniques my master taught me are really effective. Last time I was beaten up because I was drunk and out of my mind, and this was my first time fighting someone.

"You know it hurts now? Clean your mouth?"

"Sir! Ouch! It hurts so much! Go easy, let go..."

he pleaded in agony.

"Pay her the money and apologize to her, and I'll let you go! How about that?"

I tightened my grip.

"Ouch! It hurts like hell! Okay, okay! I'm done for!"

He pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his clothes with his other hand and handed it to the woman, saying, "I'm sorry, I... I'll never do it again!"

Then he quickly slipped away.

"Thank you! Brother!"

The woman, her hair disheveled, got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and looked up in surprise: "It's you? Da Niu?"

"You... sister-in-law? How come it's you?"

I looked closely in the dim light of the roadside lamp and was surprised to find that it was my master's lover.

It turns out that my mentor, Yang Weidong, had a 19-year-old daughter, Yang Yang, who had been diagnosed with a blood disease! Both my mentor and his wife had lost their jobs, and their meager welfare payments were far from enough. To pay for Yang Yang's treatment, the couple borrowed money everywhere, accumulating debts of over 200,000 yuan, adding another heavy burden to their already impoverished family. This past December, desperate to raise money for treatment, Yang Weidong resorted to stealing cables, but was discovered. During his escape, in a moment of panic, he punched one of his pursuers, causing the man to suffer cerebral palsy and become disabled. He is now a wanted fugitive.

My mentor's escape made their already difficult lives even harder. His wife searched everywhere for work, but to no avail; even being a waitress was unacceptable because they considered her too old. She had to sell her blood multiple times to support her daughter's high medical expenses.

Later, a woman in a similar situation persuaded her to become a massage therapist; she did this to earn money for her husband's cancer treatment.

Her voice choked with sobs, her face streaked with sorrowful tears.

I didn't know what to say, so I quietly took out my only four hundred yuan from my pocket and stuffed it into her hand, suppressing the tears welling in my eyes. I said solemnly and firmly, "I'll find a way to get the money. Just don't do this anymore."

Then I turned and left.

The night sky was overcast, accompanied by a biting wind.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock.

I remember a popular slogan from those years: "Dedicate your life to the Party!"

A large number of people said this, and they did it. For the prosperity of the motherland, this generation had no personal interests; the Party's interests were their highest interests. How bitter this generation has been! When they need you, they pull you out to contribute to national construction; when they don't need you anymore, they kick you aside. It feels like discarding a donkey after it's been used!

There are many laid-off and unemployed workers like my master and his wife. Besides poverty, they have nothing. Savings accounts are either virtually nonexistent or pitifully small; housing consists of cramped old houses, typically 20 to 50 square meters, allocated by their former employers – a mere shell of a home. For those laid off and unemployed in their 40s and 50s, most have even lost their health, the very means to earn a living. In particular, they have lost the support of social morality and human compassion, plunging them into a terrifying loneliness and isolation, becoming typical "orphans." These laid-off workers are not lazy, incompetent, or stupid; rather, they are older and lack skills, forced to rely on scavenging, collecting recyclables, or standing on roadside cliffs for odd jobs. Those with better conditions use tricycles to transport passengers to make ends meet, but even with their hard work, earning a meager living is difficult.

This generation, burdened with the responsibility of caring for both elderly parents and young children, is trapped in a state of hunger and cold. Driven by survival, some laid-off female workers are forced into prostitution to support themselves and their families; there have even been instances of husbands taking their wives and fathers taking their daughters into prostitution – a truly heinous and inhumane phenomenon.

Laid-off and unemployed workers have indeed long since fallen to the bottom of society, becoming the most tragic group in society today. They are forgotten, despised, scorned, bullied, abused, and humiliated. They are the most miserable branch of the entire vulnerable group in society.

These days, the world is going downhill; people laugh at poverty but not prostitution.

What exactly happened under the current circumstances to cause such a sudden and drastic change?

The next day, I called Juanzi and told her about Yangyang's blood disease and my master and mistress's plight, asking her to find a way to borrow some money. She hesitated for a moment on the phone, saying she would call me back later and I should wait for her call. I

knew Juanzi was also in a difficult position. She still owed over 100,000 yuan in housing payments from her former workplace, plus the money she borrowed for her second child, and now she needed to find a way to borrow money. However, she knew my honest, kind, and helpful nature; even if some of my actions were unrealistic and overestimating my abilities, she couldn't dissuade me. This time, it concerned the lives of my master and mistress's family, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask.

A few minutes later, Juanzi called with 100,000 yuan, telling me to go to Fatty Li from the Second Division of the Anti-Corruption Bureau to get the money.

Hearing this, I was immediately excited, but in my joy, I didn't even ask how or from whom I borrowed it.

100,000 wasn't enough; I was still short over 100,000, so I called Ouyang Dan again.

After listening to my master's daughter Yang Yang's story of suffering from a blood disease and my master and mistress's plight, and hearing my request for the loan, Ouyang Dan immediately told me to come to her house.

Since returning from the seaside, I hadn't met Ouyang Dan, only spoken to her twice on the phone, knowing she was busy with her husband Lao Xu's affairs and couldn't get away.

Ouyang Dan's house was on the third floor of a six-story commercial and residential building. The door opened, and Ouyang Dan, dressed in loose casual clothes, with a tired smile on her face, warmly welcomed me in.

She poured me a glass of water and went to the kitchen to wash some fruit.

"Sister Ouyang, don't bother, just have some water,"

I said politely.

"Almost done. Look at the mess this house is in, I haven't had a chance to tidy up."

The woman's voice came from the kitchen.

I sat on the living room sofa, looking around the three-bedroom apartment. I didn't feel the lavishness or liveliness I had imagined; instead, it was simple and quiet. The living room wasn't large. On the wall hung several stills from her performances, as well as a family portrait of the three of them. Her husband was handsome, and her daughter, Tongtong, was adorable.

You could tell they were a loving couple, a pair of opera performers. They probably used to perform whenever they had free time, one playing the piano and the other singing. Now, with the husband behind bars, their happy life was gone.

After serving the fruit platter, she took out a bundle of money from the bedroom and handed it to me: "This 100,000 yuan was originally intended as a gift for Lao Xu's matter. Now you need it urgently, so take it and send it to your teacher's wife quickly. If it's not enough, I'll find another way."

"Sister Ouyang, give me this money, then you..."

I didn't know what to say. I knew Ouyang Dan wasn't wealthy either, and this money was borrowed by her for Lao Xu's matter.

In recent years, traditional opera culture has gradually declined, and the troupe is struggling to make ends meet. The beautiful and graceful Ouyang Dan, relying on her reputation and acting skills, has participated in and filmed several films, television dramas, and commercials, earning appearance fees and advertising fees. Most of these are handed over to the troupe, with only a small portion kept for herself. It's understandable that she's not wealthy.

"Don't worry about me, I'll find another way,"

she smiled gently. "Your master's family is so pitiful. What kind of world is this? Da Niu, you're a kind-hearted person, you did the right thing! I support you!"

"Sister Ouyang, thank you!"

"What are you saying? You should know you're my brother!"

She was a little angry.

"Oh, I understand."

A warm feeling welled up inside me. “Sister Ouyang, you don’t look well. Is something wrong with your husband?”

“Sigh!”

She sighed, her face full of worry. “After returning from the seaside, Liu Shixiong kept his promise, and the torture of Lao Xu in prison did lessen. However, when I visited him in prison recently, I saw that Lao Xu’s body had been tortured beyond recognition. His eyes were sunken, his face was sallow and thin, and he was covered in wounds. The once handsome and upright man was now hunched over like an old man.

What’s worse, he stood the whole time during the visit. I asked him why he didn’t sit down, and he smiled bitterly without answering. Only after I pressed him did I learn that he couldn’t sit down because it hurt.” At this point, Ouyang Dan was already sobbing.

“Sister Ouyang, please don’t cry anymore. You’ll hurt yourself.”

I handed her a handkerchief. “Does your husband have a wound on his buttocks?”

“He… he does have a wound on his buttocks, but it’s his anus! And it’s a torn anal wound!”

She began to sob uncontrollably.

"Anus?"

I asked, puzzled.

"It's...it's being sodomized! Every day, more than a dozen men..."

"What? Such a thing? You're a fucking beast!"

I blurted out angrily.

"What I'm most worried about isn't these external injuries, but his internal ones. When I visited him, I found him extremely weak, coughing constantly, coughing up lots of blood clots. I'm worried he won't make it..."

She cried again, heartbroken.

"Then you should apply for medical parole immediately!"

I urged.

"Recently, I've been working tirelessly on medical parole. I've even gone to see Liu Shixiong..."

At this point, a look of helplessness and sorrow crossed her face. She continued, "Liu Shixiong finally agreed, but he had one condition: Lao Xu had to hand over all the original drafts of the materials that reported him, and he had to promise not to be his enemy again."

"So, let's get my brother-in-law to agree, and get him cured first?"

"But stubborn Lao Xu is determined not to compromise or back down. If this drags on any longer, Lao Xu will collapse."

"The materials can be made again, but once you lose your life, you lose everything. Should I go to the prison and try to persuade my brother-in-law?"

"No! Absolutely not! I don't want Liu Shixiong to know about our relationship. Do you remember at the seaside I promised to let you be my mother-in-law's clinical trial subject?"

Of course I remembered, but Ouyang Dan hadn't brought it up, and I hadn't dared to ask.

She continued, “After I got back, I told my mother-in-law about your situation. You know, she hates Liu Shixiong to the core, she hates him to the bone. When she found out you were Liu Shixiong's adopted son, her face turned extremely ugly. After I patiently explained your situation to her, and learned that you were also a child with a tragic fate, different from Liu Shixiong, her attitude softened. Finally… finally, she made a condition: if you agreed, she would make you her clinical trial subject, treat you, and help you recover, and she would pay for all the medications you used. Knowing your personality, I know this condition is a bit difficult for you. That's why I didn't tell you, and that's why I didn't contact you.”

“What condition?”

I asked.

“It's that you join the Anti-Corruption Alliance.”

“Anti-Corruption Alliance?”

“I'll tell you the truth, but you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Okay! I promise!”

"The Anti-Corruption Alliance is dedicated to overthrowing Liu Shixiong's organization. Its members are all victims, family members, and friends of those persecuted and oppressed by Liu Shixiong. The alliance's sole purpose is to collect evidence of Liu Shixiong's crimes—bribery, power-for-money transactions, power-for-sex transactions, and persecution of whistleblowers—and expose them to the light of day until he is brought to justice.

Many people, like Xu Dong, my brother, and his wife, have similar experiences. We spontaneously gathered together, with my mother-in-law as the leader. Although our membership is small and our strength is limited, we will ultimately succeed as long as we unite to prevent further harm to ourselves, to protect those we know, and to prevent harm to those we don't know.

I understand and empathize with your feelings; after all, you were raised by Liu Shixiong. So, you don't need to feel pressured for not telling you. As for having my mother-in-law treat you, I will patiently persuade her. She's a good person; she just deeply resents Liu Shixiong. You must believe me; she will eventually agree through persuasion. Don't worry." "Is it because you want to use my special status to obtain some information about Uncle Liu?"

“Hmm…”

Ouyang Dan hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s not entirely…”

“Sister Ouyang, you don’t need to say anymore!”

I interrupted her, “Just as you know me, I won’t join your anti-corruption alliance, and I won’t trouble your mother-in-law with my illness. I won’t do anything to harm Uncle Liu; after all, he raised me for so many years, and I’m not an ungrateful person.”

Ouyang Dan looked disappointed.

I left Ouyang Dan’s house, found Fatty Li, got the money, and took a taxi to the hospital ward.

Yang Yang was lying listlessly on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip. When she saw me, she immediately struggled to sit up, but I immediately told her not to move. She was a very polite child, but there wasn’t a trace of a smile on her face. When I looked at her, I noticed her lips were trembling; she was clearly trying hard to hold back her sorrow and not let her tears fall.

I handed the 200,000 yuan in cash I had borrowed to my teacher’s wife.

My teacher's wife, holding a large bag of cash, was so moved she didn't know what to say. She knelt down with a thud and repeatedly kowtowed to me, tears of gratitude in her eyes, saying, "You are truly our savior! Our whole family thanks you!"

I quickly helped her up, saying, "Teacher's wife, please don't do this. I can't accept such kindness. Take this money and use it to pay for Yangyang's medical treatment. I know it's not enough, but I'll find another way. Don't do anything foolish again. I will help you. Remember—no obstacle is insurmountable!"

My teacher's wife, fighting back tears, nodded repeatedly.

Child, please don't be sad! Because you have your uncle's love!

Teacher's wife, please be strong! Because I am here!

I walked out of the ward, my heart heavy, feeling a great responsibility and an obligation to do my part.

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