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by Andy Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Other · Emotional · #1454057
You just recovered and ... You can do business in 3 days.
         She said: No!
  It was unbelievable. Looking at her, I cried in heart. Why? Those tricks that succeeded by other time-jumped comrades always ran into snags on me. Could it be said I was deceived by them? Was it possible that every one of them had deceived me?
‘Miss Wei, you should know the reason why you are here. Chu Yang … he doesn’t care if you are talented or not.’ Beauty Yue’s voice sounded like an incantation paper and I was completely freak out as if my soul had been expelled by it.
  I sobered up immediately. I had been thinking if I could sell skills instead of my body but I hadn’t aware that I would not escape the fate of being a body-seller no matter if I was talented or not. I was different. I was confined in here to be tortured and humiliated by many people, thus Chu Yang’s purpose of revenge could be reached. He wouldn’t care how excellent I was and whether I could earn more money for Yihong House. His only purpose was to make me sell. If I was talented, I might have some decent guests to please with; if I was ordinary, he might even find me some ugly fellows with abnormal hobbies. I finally understood how on earth he hated Wei Lanxue. Seeing this fact, I collapsed in chair, feeling helpless.
  ‘Miss Wei,’ Yue Niang frowned, as if worrying about me.
  I smiled coldly in heart. She had known the result already, but still letting me to negotiate with her – I was teased obviously! Before that, I thought in vain I could win me some interests by ingratiating myself with her. Now it seemed didn’t word. How could she help me since she had unexplainable ambiguous relation with Chu Yang? How stupid I was!
  ‘I see. When do you plain to make me please guests? Tonight?’ It was not I had accepted my fate. I just didn’t think it was the good time to fight against them. Those who suited their actions to the time were wise, right?
  Yue Niang was surprised seeing I was neither disgruntled nor crying and accepted present situation soon after being a slight out of sorts. She surveyed me for a minute as if trying to find out what I was thinking, unfortunately there was indifference in my eyes only.
  Then she sighed, ‘You just recovered and are still suffering from general debility. You can do business in 3 days.’
  Her eyes told me she was seeking reconciliation, yet I didn’t appreciate her kindness. ‘I want to have a bath. If Mommy① Yue has no other business with me, please leave, now!’
  She looked at me and sighed again, knowing she had lost my trust and I would not look her as a friend any more. ‘I will have someone to prepare warm water for you. You can have a good rest in these three days.’ She spoke softly, then stood up, and walked out the room and closed the door.
  I fell in chair, weighing in mind the way out of here. I looked around this room. If I wanted to escape … I know for sure it wouldn’t be an easy thing to escape, otherwise there would have been innumerable brothel girls fled in ancient time. Women who had the ability to operate brothels must have close relations with government. I had seen in preexistence so much governmental corruption from olden-days to modern society. Those government people of olden-days could distort facts in any way they want: they could judge a dead as alive and explain white into black. Not to say she had that damned organization led by Chu Yang as back-up. Brothel hostesses usually supported a good number of male servants and hatchet men who had hundreds of method to give lessons to disobedient girls. Once terrified at those severe punishments, brothel girls dared not even think about escape. It was not impossible. Even modern women often seen too scared to fight facing violence executors, not to mention less experienced women of olden-times. I once read a news report in preexistence: An girl student was kidnapped by a man and had been made slave for 10 years during which she got plenty of opportunities to escape including chances of go shopping alone. But she all went back to him eventually only because she was scared. It was the typical reaction of Stockholm disease. In order to survive, people would be absolute obedient under extreme dread.
  But I still preserved a sense of vigor. I was not a vulnerable-minded girl, maybe I had experienced an extreme dread yet and as people said, ‘An ignorant man has nothing to fear!’ I got to find out a way out of here – I made up my mind. Stood up, I pushed open the window, suddenly my heart sank. This room I was living was on the top of a three story house. There was a big tree out of the window with luxuriant foliage, its crown was like a spreading parasol. Unfortunately, it was 4 or 5 meters away from window and I couldn’t reach for it. Several burly chaps in blue dress were patrolling in the yard and two teams had passed by. Even if I managed to get out through the window, due to the emptiness and there was nowhere to hide in the yard, I could be discovered easily.
  Biting my lip, I opened the door, two male servants stood on each side of the entrance bowed to me and said with smile, ‘Yue Niang let Miss have a good rest in room. If there’s anything urgent, we will handle it for you.’
  I knew they were guarding me, but I wasn’t angry. I gave a slight smile and closed the door. Only a glimpse outside made me realized I was in the main building of the brothel which was not much different from those I saw on TV: the three-story brick structured buildings took the shape of a square; the center was a spacious hall that furnished with a dozen big round tables. The hall was surrounded by three-story buildings which structured by popular winding corridors. First floor was usually full of boxes while the second and third floors were girls’ boudoirs. It was the golden time of a day at the moment when the colorful evening lights were lit, people crowded in every part of the hall and corridors. It would be extremely difficult to get out from here in the public gaze.
  Someone knocked the door. It was male servants sending over a bath tub and two buckets of steaming water. Followed them was a 13 or 14-year-old girl dressed in red, seeing me, she bowed and said, ‘Miss, my name is Xiao Hong. Yue Niang ordered me to send you bath water.’ I nodded icily, seeing her directing a male servants to carry the tub to the back of the screen and let the other fill the tub with water, chirpingly, then asking them to bring more water.
  I coldly looked at them pacing around in an agitated state of mind, kept quiet in chair. ‘Why didn’t Yue Niang ask Miss to go to public bathroom and made trouble to carry water to boudoir instead?’ The two servants whispered resentfully.
  ‘Do your business and stop talking bushit!’ I heard Xiao Hong rebuked in low voice.
  A little girl having overbearing manner when she talked! The two servants dared not complain again and rushed away with the buckets. So there were particular bathrooms! I thought once that ancient women all bathed in their own rooms as shown on TV. Maybe Yue Niang agreed to let me also for the purpose of shutting me inside and causing less trouble for her? I had a hard time waiting for the servants filling the tub and went away, then I walked to the inner room, Xiao Hong was spreading petals to the water, seeing me walked to her, she hurried over smartly and stretched out her hands to help me with my clothes. ‘Miss, water is ready, please let Xiao Hong attend to your bath.’
  ‘No need, you may go, now.’ Avoiding her hands, I said indifferently.
  ‘But …’ Xiao Hong bit her lips, embarrassed, ‘Yue Niang ordered me to …’
  ‘Go!’ My face stiffened. I didn’t want a spy keeping an eye on me all the time.
  Xiao Hong, as quick-witted as she was, stopped talking immediately, seeing I’m angry, left the room and put down the pink silk curtain on the arched door. It was true that children grown up in brothel were all smart and sensible, knew well of watching a person’s every mood and to his/her pleasure.
  I touched the water – pretty hot, not the temperature I liked. My eyes met the dressing table, a bronze mirror was sitting there. I suddenly realized I barely had chance to see my face since I came here 7 or 8 days ago.
  I thought I would see a stranger in it, but when I looked into the mirror, I was surprised. That girl in the mirror – big eyes, thick brows, slightly thin lips, a little flat nose bridge and shining soft dark hair that reached to buttocks – it was all how I looked in 21st century. However, this image wasn’t truly me. Her face was mine exactly, but her figure was so slim that clothes of any styles with ‘S’ size could be fit for her. So that my former plump face had turned into present oval face. The skin had restored into a smooth and glittering one like what I had when I was 18. That explained Wei Lanxue was still a young girl and shouldn’t be older than 18. I was happy to find that I could be counted as a beautiful woman when slimmed down
  I touched my meager face which was exactly alike that of preexistence. I had an illusion as if I was Wei Lanxue herself. Wei Lanxue was me! I was much satisfied with my face – since beautiful girls always lived short lives, a fine but not pretty feature could be safe enough for a woman to live an ordinary life. I was overjoyed at getting such a slim figure all of a sudden which I was longing for all the time in preexistance.
  Stroking my thin neck, my eyes settled on the black jade, I was stunned. That piece of jade, wonderful craftsmanship of dragon and the red flame spurted from its mouth, was exactly the one Ming Yan had given to me. That dream was real? I always thought it was just a dream until I saw the jade, did I realize Ming Yan had come to my dream for sure and sent this jade to me.
  Thinking of his eyes which were as bright as divine lamp and as gentle as a small elk, my heart rippled with a trace of tender emotion. Thank you, Ming Yan! The red cord had shortened for no reason. I remembered in dream it was hanging from my neck, but now, it stuck closely to the neck, neither loose nor tight – didn’t make me uncomfortable but couldn’t be pulled off either. I pulled the red cord and saw it was extraordinary hard, and a close look helped me find it wasn’t made of silk, nor hemp fiber and didn’t even had a knot! I searched the whole cord around my neck but couldn’t find the knot. Now I understood what a godly treasure was – flawless.
  Could I get in touch with Ming Yan with it? If I could, would he help me to escape from brothel? I tried to call him in mind – Ming Yan? Ming Yan? Ming Yan? After a while, no one responded and no weirdness happened in this room. Why? He shouldn’t had cheated me, or, I wouldn’t have this jade here with me. Didn’t he hear me, or too busy to come? Maybe there were some passwords to the jade? Having fancies milled about in my mind for a long time but still couldn’t reach for an answer, I shook off those thoughts and turned to the tub. Water temperature had lowered, so I took off my clothes and got in it.
  Sitting cross-legged in the tub, I began to sum up my slim body – I was so satisfied with it: milky skin, slim but not boney. Wei Lanxue’s body was far more attractive than her face. What slender arms and hands! My hands slipped to the waist which was slim and soft as if couldn’t bear a handgrip. I stretched out a leg – long and strong and the toes were as pure as jade. I touched the breasts. I had one of them cut in preexistence which remained a gloom in my heart. Wei Lanxue’s young breasts were full and shapely, erecting proudly. I examined them carefully and let my breath out at last after finding no lump there. I relaxed, this body I had now was so well-proportioned even better than those models on T stage! How perfect it was!
  I close my eyes, letting warm water stroking my body softly. I was heavy with sleep under the dense scent of petals on the water, eyes closed unmindfully.

① In ancient time, brothel girls called their mistress Mommy.
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