There will be an opportunity.
As he spoke, the man picked up his phone and sent a message to Assistant Lu.
Song Mai held her phone, her eyes filled with a sense of melancholy.
All these years of hard work have been for the Song family, for my parents, for my brother and sister-in-law, but I have never truly lived for myself.
Every time she sees her colleagues and friends traveling to different parts of the world and doing whatever they want, she appears calm on the surface, but in reality, she is extremely envious.
That was the life she had always longed for but could never have.
At the same time, just as Assistant Lu finished cleaning up the mess Chu Xing had left behind, his cell phone rang.
He took it out and looked at it; the short line of text made him both laugh and cry.
This is the third time, isn't it?
First it was the phone, then the house, and now it's a trip. Where can you find such a considerate contract partner?
After replying to the message, Assistant Lu put his phone back in his pocket, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.
The first two times it was a lottery, but this time it can't be the same. It has to be some other reasonable opportunity.
That evening, while Song Mai was lying on her bed, she saw an advertisement on her WeChat Moments.
Forward this post for a chance to win a free 7-day trip for two to the Forbidden City.
After thinking about it, Song Mai forwarded the advertisement to her WeChat Moments.
She didn't have high hopes, only thinking that maybe a miracle would happen. If she could get it, that would be great; if not, she wouldn't lose anything.
That night, Song Mai had a dream in which she was captured by those thugs. She trembled with fear and kept begging for mercy, but the thugs just grinned maliciously.
Song's mother stepped out from behind the group and slapped Song Mai several times.
"You brat, you made me go through all this trouble, you don't know what's good for you!"
With a throbbing pain in her cheeks, Song Mai questioned her why she was treating her like this, asking if she wasn't her daughter either.
With her arms crossed, Song's mother looked down at her daughter, who was being pressed to the ground, her eyes full of mockery.
“I’ve never treated you as my child. You’re just a tool to make a living! As long as I can get more money from you, I will not hesitate to give you away. After all, my son is the most important. What use is a daughter except to get some money?”
As she spoke, Song's mother clapped her hands, and Liu Weiqiang followed her out.
He looked at Song Mai with a lewd smile on his face: "From now on, you are completely mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and groped Song Mai's face. Song Mai struggled desperately, but the thugs on both sides were incredibly strong, and no matter how hard she tried, it was to no avail.
"No, don't..."
She shook her head, her eyes filled with pleading as she looked at Liu Weiqiang, begging him to let her go.
The more she acted this way, the more excited Liu Weiqiang became, and the other thugs also laughed along.
A wave of despair washed over her, and Song Mai pleaded helplessly:
"Mom, please, don't treat me like this! I'm your child too!"
Chu Xing finished his work late into the night and was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water when he suddenly heard noises coming from inside Song Mai's door as he passed by.
He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that maybe she was making a phone call.
But the more I listened to the sound, the more something seemed off.
The woman's voice was choked with sobs and filled with terror, as if she had been greatly frightened.
Chu Xing reached out and knocked twice on her door.
The woman did not respond, but the sounds from inside the door continued.
Chu Xing knocked a few more times: "Song Mai?"
The woman inside the door cried even louder.
Chu Xing disregarded everything else and simply opened the door and went inside.
The woman huddled under the covers, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if she had encountered something terrifying.
Chu Xing quickly stepped forward and turned her over, only to find that Song Mai was covered in sweat, as if she had just taken a bath, her hair was messy and standing on her forehead, her eyes were closed, and her face was deathly pale.
"Song Mai, wake up."
The man shook her several times, but Song Mai continued to sob softly, her small hands gripping the corner of the blanket tightly, large tears streaming down her face, soaking the pillow.
Chu Xing became a little anxious. He touched her forehead and found that she did not have a fever.
Finally, he shook her repeatedly, and Song Mai's eyelashes fluttered.
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes, tears welling up, her helplessness, sadness, and pain overflowing from them.
The man was startled; how desperate must one be to act like this?
"Did you have a nightmare?"
The man spoke slowly.
Although Song Mai opened her eyes, her pupils were still somewhat unfocused, like a broken porcelain doll that had been thrown to the side of the road, about to shatter.
After a long while, she slowly came to her senses.
"Ah, it seems so..."
She was stunned, unlike the indifference he had felt when he first met her, and she no longer had her usual resilience and vitality. It was as if her soul had been hollowed out, and she felt completely empty.
Her gaze lingered on Chu Xing's face, and it took a while for the light that had been spreading across his face to gather back together.
The man had very handsome features, with slightly upturned corners and long, smooth eye shapes, like charming peach blossom eyes. However, there was also a hint of coldness in his eyes, like the frost and snow covering the mountain peaks in winter, enveloping the person who looked at him.
But at this moment, there was a hint of worry in those eyes.
What time is it?
Song Mai reached out and groped around on the bed, but couldn't find her phone after a few tries.
It's 1:30.
She nodded, feeling a heavy weight pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Sorry, I startled you. It's getting late, you should go back to sleep."
Chu Xing didn't move, his gaze fixed on her for a long while before he finally walked out.
A few minutes later, the man reappeared at her door, holding a towel and a glass of warm water.
"No need to trouble yourself."
The man ignored her politeness and walked to the bedside under her gaze.
His hands were beautiful; they were a cool white, with distinct knuckles, slender and long fingers, and neatly trimmed nails, like exquisitely crafted works of art.
At this moment, the ordinary glass he was holding seemed to exude a touch of luxury.
He placed the cup in her hand and then carefully wiped the sweat from her face with a damp towel.
"Plop—"
The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the wind rustling through the leaves outside the window. Song Mai even heard herself unconsciously swallowing.
The two were so close that she could even see the fine white down on his face.
[Your skin is so nice, and your eyelashes are so long.]
The man paused, then gave Song Mai a deep look.
Song Mai immediately shrank back, feeling a little guilty. For some reason, Chu Xing's glance seemed to see right through her.
His movements were very gentle, and he wiped very carefully, as if he were dealing with an exquisite antique vase or a piece of fine jewelry.
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