The more Dai Donglin listened, the more absurd it seemed.
Chu Yu calls this a proper cover-up? This piece of cloth, the size of a rag, barely covers her vital areas, leaving her buttocks exposed, and making them even more voluptuous when she walks. Is this what you call a proper cover-up?
Dai Donglin fell into a jealous trap again, pulling her to lie down on the bed. Chu Yu thought that since they had just come three times, they should rest a bit, but he had exceptional stamina and didn't feel tired at all. He was full of enthusiasm for her, and even tore her swimsuit into rags during their actions. They certainly had some fun, but poor Chu Chu's swimsuit that she had brought back from abroad was ruined.
It's clearly very beautiful, so why can't some people appreciate it?
Chu Yu shook his head with a sigh.
The two of them were up all day. Dai Donglin didn't go to work the next day and simply didn't get out of bed. He only went to the kitchen occasionally to cook a meal, fed it to Chu Yu, and then continued to lie in bed.
After seeing off their families, the two of them were left alone at home, and they could do whatever they wanted. Chu Yu felt as if she had returned to the time before they got married, when they were just as affectionate. Every time they met, they would lock themselves in the house and do it all day long without even eating.
That evening, Dai Donglin carried Chu Yu to take a bath. Chu Yu lay in his arms, enjoying his care.
Dai Donglin was already at a very high rank. People of this rank would put on a stern face and give orders at work, but at home they would take care of her. This gave Chu Yu a great sense of satisfaction.
Chu Yu hugged him, her arms were fair and soft, and Dai Donglin really liked the feel of her silk-like skin.
As the two were washing, something felt off. Chu Yu thought she should be more restrained, which prompted Dai Donglin to scoff dismissively, "Restraint? Do you think I need to?"
What could Chu Yu say? She could only let him do as he pleased, considering it as making up for the week's quota.
In the year 2000, everything moved in a better direction.
For Mao Xia, who lives far away in the port city, it's a completely different experience.
After Goldman Sachs collapsed, Greyhound, who had followed Goldman Sachs, had one of his legs crippled by Lung Shing, leaving him disabled. Lung Shing blacklisted him in Hong Kong, forbidding any branch of the gang from taking Greyhound in. Greyhound became a stray dog, hiding at home all day and afraid to go out.
He had a broken leg, a violent temper, and was an alcoholic. He couldn't find a job and didn't want to leave the port city, so he could only stay in the slums on the outskirts of the city, afraid to go out.
Greyhound was a gambler and had spent almost all the money he earned at Goldman Sachs. He had also squandered all of Mao Xia's savings. When Greyhound was broke, he started beating Mao Xia and forcing her to go out and sell herself.
Mao Xia looked at the greyhound in disbelief.
They didn't get a marriage certificate, but they lived together for many years, just like any other couple. She thought Greyhound had feelings for her, but Greyhound actually wanted her to work as a prostitute just to earn money to buy him alcohol and gambling money.
Mao Xia was heartbroken. Of course, she refused to sell herself. She had finally reformed and was not so easy to put her clothes back on. She was not young anymore and was not as beautiful and tender as she was when she was young. Even if she became a prostitute at her age, she could only be the lowest-class prostitute. What brothel would want her?
Mao Xia refused to go, so Greyhound beat Mao Xia.
"You filthy bitch! If you don't sell yourself, where will I get the money to drink? Let me tell you, if you don't cooperate, I'll beat you every day until you agree!"
Mao Xia was heartbroken. She tried to find work outside, but she was too old, had no education, no work experience, and was unwilling to endure hardship, so she couldn't stay in any job for long.
She also inquired about the wages at brothels, but even Sister Hua wouldn't hire such an old prostitute!
Sister Hua said she's not young anymore, and she doesn't look as good as she used to. She's been smoking and drinking for years, and her voice and appearance have both deteriorated. Even if she were to sell herself, she wouldn't be able to make a hundred dollars. She could only make enough to live on in Gangcheng by selling a few times a day.
Mao Xia was a little conflicted, but Greyhound wouldn't allow her to resist. Greyhound directly set up the prostitution operation in the rented room. When he lost money, he would recruit customers from the casino and bring them home. He would sell Mao Xia to these people for 100 yuan a time. These people found it exciting to see Greyhound selling his woman. Even though Mao Xia wasn't young and beautiful, they were willing to spend a little money to have sex with her once.
Mao Xia initially disagreed, but Greyhound, seeing her disobedience, beat her until she nodded.
From then on, Mao Xia was confined to her home, lying in bed year-round. She would receive guests when they came, and go to the bathroom to wash up when there were no guests.
When business was good, Greyhound would treat her kindly, but when business was bad, Greyhound would complain that she didn't serve him well and would always beat and scold her. After being beaten so many times, Mao Xia's hearing became a little impaired, and she always had a buzzing or tinnitus.
Another customer arrived. This man was an old man who ran a restaurant on the street. Mao Xia often ate there. No one knew how he got the news. He pretended to come to see Greyhound for something, but actually slipped Greyhound two hundred yuan and said he wanted to have the full service with Mao Xia!
The greyhound, seeing that there was money to be made, happily waited outside.
The old man groped Mao Xia, who lay on the bed with a dry gaze, listlessly looking out the window.
Autumn is approaching. Autumn in the port city is not very cold, unlike the distinct four seasons on the mainland. In autumn, you can always see golden leaves.
Mao Xia has been in the port city for many years, but she can't quite remember exactly how many.
Zhou Fangchun devoted his entire life to her. A few days ago, Mao Xia's friend, knowing that she was interested in news from the mainland, brought her a newspaper related to the mutual aid society. The newspaper reviewed the events of the mutual aid society many years ago and announced to the public that Zhou Fangchun was to be executed!
When Mao Xia saw this news, tears streamed down her face.
She hadn't seen her mother for many years. Even if she could go back, she wouldn't want to. She was afraid to see her mother, who had given her life for her. Yet, she had been cheated out of her money by Zhou Jian'an and forced into prostitution. After years of wandering, she hadn't made a name for herself.
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