C5

Very quickly, her godfather got on the car. Yu Qian dried her eyes and quietly looked out the window, as if the one who had just been hysterical wasn't her.

As I looked at her profile, I felt a pain I'd never felt before, and then I realized it was sympathy. After many events had happened, there was only helplessness and sadness left. There was no way to control it or stop it. What came next was despair within the Vast Expanse.

After driving for over an hour, the car entered the city. It then passed through the streets before finally entering a very old alley.

I saw the vicissitudes of life beyond the street, and I wondered if the whole street was a dilapidated house of the seventies, with a huge old tree every few dozen meters or so. Behind this street were several stories high buildings, newly built roads, and freshly painted railings.

The auction was in such a place? This place was similar to the small town that he lived in; it was extremely backward and shabby. He always felt that with his foster father's identity, he shouldn't have specially come to this kind of place.

Yu Qian didn't say anything. After getting off the car, she just obediently held onto my foster father's arm. I didn't dare to hesitate and immediately chased after her, grabbing onto my foster father's other hand.

I followed my godfather into a simple bungalow. After passing through a corridor, I came to a small, dark room where a few people were sitting.

When the men saw their godfather, they respectfully called him Brother Wang. His foster father took out a red card that looked like an invitation card. The man accepted it and made a gesture of invitation towards the curtain behind him.

Opening the curtain, he saw a two meter wide wooden door. The man gently pushed the door open. A waiter in a black vest came out and gave his godfather a salute before giving him a golden mask.

Father put on the golden mask and walked down the stairs. The stairs extended a little, but there were yellow lights on the steps, so it was not too dark. A few minutes later, they arrived at a large hall. The golden door was pushed open and a bright light shone through. I squinted, still not used to the sudden light.

The hall was huge, and I couldn't see anything except the beautiful lights overhead. There were also many people here, most of them men wearing masks, some rich ladies, and those who didn't wear masks were mostly young and beautiful women and men.

I followed my foster father to the private room on the second floor. The person sitting inside was Big Brother Zhang and there was also a man I remembered. It was that old man called Director Zhou. The two of them sat on the sofa. From the glass window of the private room, they could see the situation in the main hall. Both of them had their masks placed on the table, and beside them were two glasses of red wine.

"Director Zhou, Young Master Zhang." Yu Qian obediently greeted the people in the room. I also greeted Yu Qian.

"Xueying, come over here quickly. Uncle Zhou has missed you to death." When Director Zhou saw me, his face broke into a smile, and his hands trembled as he tried to reach out to me.

I dared not speak. I pressed my lips together, and hated this Uncle Zhou.

Young Master Zhang whispered a few words to his godfather, who then left the room with Yu Qian.

I sat nervously in my seat, not even daring to breathe, because I was surrounded by Uncle Zhou, who was glaring at me like a tiger.

"Xueying." Big Brother Zhang suddenly called out my name, "Your godfather said that your singing sounds good, so he sang a few songs for Uncle Zhou." Then, he picked up his mask and politely smiled at Director Zhou, "Director Zhou, take your time to admire it, but be gentle with me, Xueying is our treasure."

Director Zhou gave a befuddled smile, "I naturally know what Young Master Zhang is talking about."

Young Master Zhang glanced at Director Zhou again, then walked out of the room.

At this moment, the only people left in the room were me and this terrifying Uncle Zhou. I swallowed my saliva and whispered, "Uncle Zhou, what song do you want to hear?"

"Whatever song Xueying knows, Uncle Zhou will listen to." Uncle Zhou's face was almost touching mine.

I closed my eyes and exhaled a few breaths. "Let me sing 'Sweet Honey' to Uncle Zhou."

Uncle Zhou rubbed his callused hands on my face, while rubbing them with his thumbs, he pouted his thick lips and said to me, "My little Xueying, you're so beautiful, you even know how to sing sweet honey for your uncle."

Uncle Zhou's hand was massaging my face so hard that it hurt a little, but his thumb seemed to be moving in my mouth. I watched helplessly as two large sausages pouted towards me, and I felt like I was about to faint from suffocation. I pressed my hands against Uncle Zhou's body, but it was all in vain. I couldn't suppress the pressure that the man was exerting on me.

The fear in my heart began to grow larger, and my eyes started to mist. I was so scared, who could save me? Wuu wuu. I weakly said, "Uncle Zhou."

Uncle Zhou's expression melted into a puddle of water, as though he was going to wrap me up at any time. "Little Xueying looks even more beautiful when she cries."

"Uncle Zhou, let me sing you 'Sweet Honey'!" I tried to suppress my tears, but I couldn't stop them from coming out of my mouth.

Uncle Zhou started to move his hands, his eyes filled with a crazy light. "Little Xueying's body is so soft, Uncle Zhou likes her very much."

I reached out to push Uncle Zhou's hand away from my body, but it didn't budge. It felt like a snake was coiling around my body, suffocating me. I think I'm going to die. I think I'll never see my brother again.

"Mm, wuwu …" I couldn't hold it in anymore and cried out in fear. My jumping and struggling seemed to ignite the flames in the man's heart, causing Uncle Zhou to act even more eagerly.

"Director Zhou."

Uncle Zhou stopped moving and left my body.

I felt as if I had suddenly been redeemed, and my whole body relaxed, but I still kept crying and twitching.

Young Master Zhang's expression didn't look good as she came over and hugged me. She patted me on the back consolingly: "Xueying, don't cry, sing a song for our Uncle Zhou."

I nodded and started to sing, "Honey, you smile like a flower in the spring, like a flower in the spring wind..."

"Director Zhou, what did we just say?" Young Master Zhang's words changed as he stared at Director Zhou in a daze.

Director Zhou wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief and shifted left and right uncomfortably. He stared at me for a while before saying, "Sure, sure. I'll definitely give you the project to do for you, Young Master Zhang. About this …"

At this time, his godfather brought in an eleven to twelve year old little girl. Although the little girl wasn't that beautiful, her eyes were still extremely lively.

Young Master Zhang put me, who was currently singing, down and said to Director Zhou: "Director Zhou, please feel free to pay this bit of respect."

Director Zhou didn't have time to say anything, he just picked up the little girl and left. I saw the little girl's puzzled eyes, which were still blinking innocently, but I could already guess what was going to happen next. I can only sing sweet honey, tears of incompetence, can't do anything.

His foster father sat down opposite of Young Master Zhang and spat, "This pedophile!"

The Young Master Zhang snorted in disdain, "If it wasn't for him being useful to us, to be able to let him touch Xueying, Xueying is our treasure."

Then he pulled me to his side and asked if I was in pain, and if I wanted something to eat. I stared at my godfather in a daze, my mind in a whirl of fear and gratitude, and in the end I couldn't say anything.

"It seems that the old man scared Xueying." Father just sighed.

Young Master Zhang lit up a cigarette: "Giving Xueying more lessons in this aspect won't do, I'm hoping that she becomes my most capable First Sister.

"Yes, Young Master Zhang is right." My godfather wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and gave me a glass of water.

I took the water and drank it slowly. I knew that my future would not be so easy. I didn't know how long I would last, but I was even more afraid that no one would be able to give me a temporary shelter. I wanted to have someone to protect me, someone to save me from this life.

At that time, I was so pitifully young that I didn't know how to use any tricks. I didn't even have the thought of running away, so I could only follow the path that my godfather had set for me and continuously advance forward. Who would know our fate? Even we have no way of knowing if we are dead or alive.