On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Gan Tang left the company and dragged her suitcase toward the high-speed rail station.
She had just been scolded by her boss and had half a month's salary docked, so she looked rather dejected. To cheer herself up, Gan Tang turned on her phone and watched a speech by business legend Lu Zhengqian.
Suddenly, the bell rang.
"Honey, what time are you getting home? Your mom will make you some noodles."
It was my father's voice.
Gan Tang suppressed her sobs and said in a coquettish tone, "Why noodles again?"
"Dumplings before boarding, noodles upon arrival, for a safe journey... Hello, hello..."
In the underpass at the crosswalk, Gan Tang's phone fell to the ground. Two young men knocked her unconscious and dragged her into a black Audi.
This is a coastal city. A huge white cruise ship is docked on the shore, basking in the sunshine. As the sun moves westward, a black Audi drives up and goes straight inside.
Before long, the white cruise ship set sail and headed towards the boundless sea.
On the cruise ship, in a cabin, Gan Tang was bound to a large white bed with her limbs spread wide.
As the waves crashed against the shore, Gan Tang opened her eyes to complete darkness. The damp air was thick with the fishy smell of houttuynia cordata.
Overwhelmed by unknown fear, Gan Tang tried to call for help but found her mouth taped shut; she tried to escape but found her body completely immobile.
What should I do? I've been kidnapped!
Gan Tang, who always went to work a routine job, was dumbfounded, her ears ringing. She was just a lowly employee, usually bullied and never daring to offend anyone—how could she have been kidnapped?
In the dark night, the beeping sound of a key card suddenly rang out.
Someone's here!
Gan Tang controlled her convulsing limbs and tightly closed her eyes.
The room key was inserted, and the lights in the room turned on.
A man in a white coat carrying a medical kit walked in. He was an older man with a bald head, wearing old-fashioned round-framed glasses, and his wooden clogs creaked under his feet.
Behind him followed a man in his early twenties with dyed blond hair. The man came to the outside of the bed, his square eyes scrutinizing Gan Tang on the bed.
Gan Tang was wearing a white dress, the hem of which was slightly disheveled, revealing glimpses of her skin beneath. The man reached out and touched it.
The bald doctor walked to the inside of the bed, placed the medical kit on the bedside table, took out a thick syringe, inserted it into Gantang's skin and flesh, and drew out a full tube of blood.
“Young Master Fu, although the organ bank matches, we still need to test again for your safety.”
The man addressed as Young Master Fu withdrew his hand, sniffed it lightly, but didn't forget to ask about the important matter: "How long will it take to get out?"
"Tomorrow! If a match is found, the surgery can be performed tomorrow night."
"Thank you for your trouble, Dr. Mu Zi." Young Master Fu waved his hand, and the bald doctor packed up his medical kit and followed him out of the room.
The room plunged into darkness again. Gan Tang opened her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. She had always been ticklish and sensitive to pain, and she didn't know how she had managed to endure it just now.
What does matching mean, and what do they need from themselves?
Blood, bone marrow, eyes, or heart, liver, and kidneys?
Gan Tang struggled to escape, but sank deeper and deeper into the soft, fluffy bed. The bedding was as soft as wild animal fur, rubbing against her naked skin.
In the face of the desperation of death, human potential is limitless. After a long struggle, the rope on Gan Tang's right hand snapped. She tore off the black tape from her mouth and quickly untied the rope.
The man, now free, had barely set foot on the floor when the doorbell rang again. Two men in floral shirts stood in the doorway, one thin and one fat.
The fat man walked in carrying a lunchbox, looked at the empty room, and couldn't hide his fear: "Where is everyone?"
The skinny man inserted the card and followed to find someone.
In the quiet room, only the wardrobe door trembled slightly. Gan Tang was curled up inside, shivering. The fat man yanked her out.
"Have a meal!"
"Hmm? Hmm..." Gan Tang hugged the lunchbox and shrank into the corner of the room. The lunchbox contained rice and two dishes. She didn't even look at what the dishes were, and started eating the rice.
She looked just like a pitiful white stray kitten. The glaring bloodstains on her fair ankles stirred one's most primal desires.
The fat man tugged at his loose vest and said to the skinny man, "Hey bro, wanna have some fun?"
The skinny man exclaimed in alarm, "Brother Qiang, this is an important person! We can't let anything happen to him!"
"What's there to be afraid of? Tomorrow night we'll all be corpses. Why not have some fun!"
The fat man grabbed Gan Tang, who was eating with her head down, and threw her onto the bed. Then, his heavy body pressed down on her.
With a "pfft," Gan Tang spat rice all over his face.
"Damn it, you dare to spit on me!"
The fat man slapped Gan Tang across the face, then knelt down and squeezed his struggling body, arching his head towards Gan Tang's fragile neck.
His heavy body pressed down on Gan Tang, making it hard for her to breathe. She had never known that a man could be so strong, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
"Big brother, please, please, please..." She knew that the pleas of the weak were just a joke, but at this moment she still couldn't help but beg for mercy, praying for a miracle that didn't even exist.
Sure enough, the fat man became even more brazen in his teasing and humiliation.
"Sweetie, I'll take good care of you!"
Amidst heavy breathing and pitiful cries for help, the sound of low footsteps could be heard. A long, strong hand grabbed the fat man's hair, and he fell to the ground like a pig, sprawled on his back.
The oppressive feeling on her body suddenly disappeared. Gan Tang looked up and saw a face with frosty eyes, like an ice-carved blade.
The man narrowed his eyes and angrily shouted, "You dare to touch her? Have you no time to live?"
The fat man got up, cursing, "I'm Young Master Fu's man, what right do you have to tell me what to do?"
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