62 Unbearable

◎Her Seduction◎

Song Qinggui still hadn't received her tuition fees that day, and she went to school empty-handed the next day.

Meanwhile, a big shot arrived at the tenement building on Xingfu Road.

Saxon looked at Feng Zhemeng and Yu Xing's cramped and messy living space and offered them tempting terms.

"Ten million, I want your sister," the Saxon declared bluntly.

However, Feng Zhe did not show the expected surprise of unexpected wealth on his face. The first expression on this usually obsequious pimp's face was confusion, followed by a hint of anger that perhaps even he himself was unaware of.

So the Saxons retaliated: "The dollar."

At the exchange rate at the time, ten million US dollars was equivalent to sixty-eight million RMB. If you were to buy a 200-square-meter apartment within the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing, you could buy fourteen of them.

Feng Zhe's face showed obvious hesitation. He knew very well that he would never have another chance in his life to escape poverty and become rich like this.

Seeing Feng Zhe's expression, Meng Yuxing quickly grabbed his hand: "Zhe, that's Qingqing. We've raised her for ten years. How can you sell her so easily?"

Feng Zhe lowered his head. After a long while, he looked at Meng Yuxing and bluntly exposed her dark thoughts: "Haven't you always been afraid that I would like her? She's fifteen years old and has developed. You won't even buy her a bra. Isn't it just because we live under the same roof that you're afraid I'll develop feelings for her?"

Meng Yuxing was taken aback by Feng Zhe's bluntness, and her expression froze for a moment.

The tenement building was cramped, and the balconies were so small they could hardly be called balconies. The island was also damp, so clothes just wouldn't dry no matter how long they were hung out to dry. Clothes that had been washed before wouldn't dry, and clothes that had just been washed also needed to be hung out to dry, so there were wet clothes hanging on every door frame in the house.

Feng Zhe was tall, and his clothes would hit him when he passed through the door. Once, Meng Yuxing was taking a nap. In her half-awake state, she saw Feng Zhe leaning back by the door, letting the half-dry vest hanging there fall on his face. He was greedily and intoxicatedly smelling the scent on it.

That vest belongs to Song Qinggui.

From then on, Meng Yuxing paid special attention to Feng Zhe's attitude towards Song Qinggui. She could tell that he was trying his best to hide it.

However, men are always bad at acting. When they are attracted to someone, they are attracted to someone. All pretense is easily exposed, and their feelings will overflow from the cracks in their masks.

Meng Yuxing was also trying her best to cover it up. She knew that Song Qinggui was innocent in this matter. Every day when Song Qinggui got home, she would lock herself in her room to do her homework and memorize English. Her life was still the same: going to school during the day, going to various vegetable markets to work as a butcher after school, and working at the dock to help the owner of the seafood noodle shop on weekends. Feng Zhe was not in her world.

However, Meng Yuxing couldn't help herself; she was jealous of Song Qinggui, the girl she had raised.

She loved Feng Zhe for so many years, until she ran away from home at the age of sixteen, severing ties with her family and coming to this unfamiliar island. But in the end, he changed his mind and fell in love with the younger sister she had raised herself.

Just because Song Qinggui is beautiful?

But when she left with Feng Zhe, she was about the same age as Song Qinggui, and she was very beautiful then.

Meng Yuxing tried hard to restrain herself from taking her anger out on Song Qinggui, but sometimes some thoughts would pop into her head.

Over the years, Feng Zhe has been surrounded by so many women, yet he hasn't been involved with any of them improperly, so he's not a womanizer. Therefore… if she hadn't taken Song Qinggui back, would Feng Zhe have been able to live a peaceful life with her…?

Meng Yuxing never imagined that Feng Zhe would discover his hidden evil intentions.

“Besides…” Feng Zhe continued, “would Qingqing be better off with us than with Mr. Saxon?”

Seeing that Feng Zhe didn't dwell on the previous topic, Meng Yuxing breathed a sigh of relief. While relaxing, she also felt a secret joy. Feng Zhe's decision made her feel that Qingqing wasn't that important to him, and that he still cared more about her.

Feng Zhe turned to look at Saxon: "You must have no shortage of women throwing themselves at you, so why did you choose Qingqing?"

Saxon's gaze drifted into the distance. He liked Song Qinggui's eyes; he saw his younger self reflected in them.

The moment their eyes met, he knew that she was his elixir of youth and his elixir of immortality.

This is a very romantic interpretation; people always add a filter to their evil deeds, giving them a romantic hue.

The motives of the Saxons were clearly analyzed by Song Qinggui after he grew up.

"If you were carrying two million yuan and went shopping, and you saw a beautiful bag that cost two hundred yuan, would you hesitate?"

Thirty-one-year-old Song Qinggui looked at Saxon: "In Mr. Saxon's heart, I'm just a two-hundred-dollar bag. He can afford it, so he made the offer, it's that simple. As for Feng Zhe, maybe I'd be worth a bit more to him, but what difference does it make? They don't treat me like a human being."

Song Qinggui was right.

The day after Saxon made his offer, Song Qinggui was taken to Saxon by Feng Zhe after school.

In the villa of the island's chamber of commerce, Saxon and Feng Zhe exchanged money for goods.

It was the first time Feng Zhe had realized that ten million US dollars in cash required several suitcases to carry. Fortunately, he had borrowed a van, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed when he had to take the money.

The handover was quick, so quick that Song Qinggui couldn't react in time. However, both Saxon and Feng Zhe underestimated the girl's wariness.

When she came out with Feng Zhe, she specifically brought the pencil sharpener from her pencil case.

On their first night at the villa, Saxon was quite polite to her, even joking with her: "Don't be nervous. I don't have a habit of forcing people, and I'm not a pervert who likes minors. I can wait for you to grow up. Just get used to being at home for now. I won't be home tomorrow or the day after. If you need anything, just tell the housekeeper."

The middle-aged woman next to him nodded in agreement.

“I want to go to school,” Song Qinggui said.

“I heard from Feng Zhe that you have good grades and are very self-disciplined. Studying at home is just as good. My housekeepers here are all graduates of prestigious universities. You can ask them for help with any homework you don’t understand. Just follow me obediently, and you can apply to universities abroad in the future. Cambridge, Harvard, Yale, and other prestigious universities are all within your reach. I heard that Yucai Middle School is having trouble recruiting students. There’s no need for you to go to such a school.”

Saxon's voice was gentle, but his words were unquestionable, and Song Qinggui did not refute them.

She lowered her head to eat her steak, but her mind was on her utility knife.

That night, Song Qinggui couldn't sleep.

She got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, opened the door, and heard a series of women's moans coming from the corridor. They were lewd but not pleasurable. Song Qinggui was terrified, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move at all.

After a long, long time, the screaming finally stopped, and Song Qinggui saw a woman stumble out of Saxon's room. The woman's clothes were disheveled, and there were faint signs of injury on her skin.

The woman glanced at her, gave a miserable smile, and went downstairs dejectedly.

Song Qinggui didn't want to drink water anymore; she felt nauseous.

But just as she was about to turn around, Saxon came out of the room.

He wore a light silk robe, his face smug and flushed.

He noticed Song Qinggui, and when his gaze drifted over, Song Qinggui shivered.

The Saxon smiled gently and lovingly: "Don't be afraid, you are different from them."

Song Qinggui felt a chill run through her body. She turned around, went back to her room, and locked the door tightly from the inside.

For the next two days, Saxon went out on business, and Song Qinggui tried to escape. But the moment she opened the door, Saxon's bodyguards surrounded her. So she waited in the bedroom until three in the morning, tied the sheets and blankets together, and jumped out of the second-floor bedroom window.

However, the sound of her landing still startled people, and she ran wildly, with several men chasing after her.

If there's any benefit Song Qinggui gained from her "knife-running" experience, it's that it made her very familiar with the streets and alleys of Changli Island, which prevented her from being caught by the bodyguards when she was at a physical disadvantage.

As Song Qinggui ran, she pondered where she could run to.

There are very few police stations on the island, and even fewer with officers on duty all night. The nearest one is at least five kilometers away, so she definitely couldn't reach it. And even if she did, she wouldn't know if there were any security posts or if anyone was on night duty.

She couldn't go to the dock either; she couldn't involve Aunt Sun and Xiao Tian. They were living honest, law-abiding lives and shouldn't be dragged into this mess because of her.

She couldn't go back to Happiness Road either; Meng Yuxing was no match for these people.

So she could only go to Dayun Hongsheng to find Feng Zhe. Feng Zhe was a gambler, and now that he had money, he would definitely want to indulge himself there. Moreover, Feng Zhe had friends from all walks of life, and perhaps some kind-hearted person would be willing to help her call the police.

When Song Qinggui appeared before Feng Zhe, drenched in sweat, Feng Zhe had just won a hand of money.

Song Qinggui's prediction was correct. After receiving the ten million, Feng Zhe did not rush to take Meng Yuxing away. Instead, he went to the bank to exchange some RMB and returned to Dayun Hongsheng.

These "bosses" at the card table used to treat him like a dog, but now that he's rich, maybe even richer than them, he's going to show off.

I played cards all night, and this was my first win. Luckily, I had enough chips in this hand, and I had already recouped my losses from the previous hands.

Feng Zhe was in high spirits when he suddenly saw Song Qinggui running over, panting.

"Qingqing..."

Song Qinggui immediately knelt down and hugged Feng Zhe's leg, looking up at him with tearful eyes: "Brother, don't leave me, don't abandon me, save me, brother, please save me."

Feng Zhe was shocked; he had never seen Song Qinggui like this before.

This girl has never liked to talk since she was little, and her face is always cold. This is the first time he has ever seen her so fragile and pitiful.

"What did you call me?" Feng Zhe asked in a trembling voice.

"Brother." Song Qinggui's tears fell: "Brother, don't leave me."

At this moment, the Saxons had caught up and entered, and they pulled Song Qinggui off Feng Zhe's lap.

Song Qinggui took out a utility knife from her pocket and swung it at the man who grabbed her. The man reacted quickly and dodged, but the knife still cut his face.

The man's anger was ignited, and he broke Song Qinggui's wrist, causing the utility knife to fall to the ground with a thud.

Her only weapon was so easily defeated.

"Brother!" Song Qinggui's hands were grabbed, and he couldn't move. He could only cry out, "Brother, brother!"

At this point, the man holding Song Qinggui, annoyed by her chatter, slapped her hard across the face, causing her face to swell up immediately.

"Call the police!" Song Qinggui cried out in despair, "Please, call the police! Call the police!"

Some of the guests at Dayun Hongsheng had already left, and among the people left to watch the commotion, one tremblingly took out his phone, but it was quickly spotted by the Saxons, who snatched it away and crushed it to pieces.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Song Qinggui mustered a burst of strength in her struggle for survival, grabbed the hand of the person who was grabbing her, and bit it hard, drawing blood from between her teeth.

The man, in pain, released his grip, and Song Qinggui ran back to Feng Zhe's side: "As long as you're willing to save me, I'll marry you, I'll marry you in the future, please, please..."

Feng Zhe's chest heaved violently, but he remained silent.

Seeing this, Song Qinggui stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek: "I keep my word, save me, I don't want to go with them...please, please..."

Throughout her life, Song Qinggui was known as a "gold digger" for many years, but she only used her beauty to seduce someone once, and that was with Feng Zhe.

She succeeded.

Feng Zhe shielded her behind him.