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Chapter 58 Part 1: Steam, Submission, and Control
Yun Xia and I stepped out the door, and sure enough, Cheng Zizong was still kneeling there.
Yun Xia told him, "Clean up the house."
Cheng Zizong nodded.
On the way, Yun Xia said, "Do you know Wanwan gave all her assets to Zhou Ting?"
"Why?"
"What else? To repay debts repaying all the years the Zhou family supported her."
"So now she's…"
Yun Xia gave me a look. "That's exactly why I brought you here! Right now! Your! Sex slave! Is spending! All of! My! Money!"
"Ah… uh, whatever she spent, I'll transfer back to you."
She grinned. "So you admit she's your sex slave now?"
I was speechless. "No matter how you look at it, the way she's become now… it's my fault."
"At least you have a shred of conscience."
"You want her to be my sex slave again that badly?"
She sighed. "What else can I do? She's my closest girlfriend I see her as my little sister. You're my closest little brother I don't want to see the two of you like this, and I definitely don't want to see her the way she is now. If she was fine, that'd be one thing, but she loves you with a desperate, consuming love."
"My fault."
"Yes, it's your fault. Either way, Wanwan knows she was wrong. And besides, what she did… it's not entirely her fault you share some blame. Sure, feelings are mutual, but I hope you can, in light of her genuine remorse, forgive her this once."
I sighed faintly. I still didn't know what exact responsibility was mine, but I didn't dare ask.
We reached a complex; she led me up to the third floor.
It was a row of cheap rentals: dim, damp hallways without lights the kind of place perfect for a horror or crime film.
A little embarrassed, Yun Xia said, "It's not that I didn't want to find her a better place, she picked it herself. And you know rental prices here my own place is also rented. I really don't have the money to put her somewhere much better."
I quickly said, "Thank you, thank you. I'll reimburse you."
I pulled out my phone and, without even asking how much she'd spent, I sent her twenty thousand.
She rolled her eyes. "Idiot, I don't want your money. And I don't need that much you take it back and use it to get Wanwan medical care."
"Medical care?"
She pointed at her own neck.
I suddenly remembered that day I'd seen the raw, ulcerated skin under Su Wan's collar. My chest tightened again.
I nodded right away.
Yun Xia took out a key. "Wanwan's not home right now; otherwise I wouldn't dare bring you in. If she were here, there's no way you could get through the door."
"Why? Where is she?"
"She went to the hospital."
I frowned. "She's trying to get that surgery again?"
"Didn't you tell her last time to heal up the wound or you wouldn't see her? She went to the hospital to change the dressing. She listens to you, you know."
My nose stung.
She looked at me. "Don't cry yet. Don't blame me for not bringing you sooner she knew you hadn't forgiven her, so she forbade me to tell you where she was. If I'd brought you here secretly and you two had fought, I'd be stuck in the middle. This time I'm bringing you so you know where she is. Mainly… I think while she's out, there are things you should see…" She handed me the key. "Go in yourself I won't go in."
I took a deep breath, nodded, and slid the key into the lock.
When I opened the door, a stench hit me full in the face.
Yun Xia had already gone downstairs.
I frowned and stepped in.
It was a standard studio unit: bathroom to the left, kitchenette to the right, ahead a tiny combined living/dining space, and a bed at the far end.
The place was piled with takeaway trash. There weren't actual flies buzzing, but the smell of rotting food and other decay was nauseating. I forced myself not to retch.
And yet, in that garbage heap, there was an oasis.
The bed and its surroundings were spotless.
Picking my way through the mess, I reached the bed.
It was neat, clean. On the nightstand was a small bouquet white eustoma, my favorite and five or six picture frames. Each frame held a selfie of Su Wan and me, but in every one Su Wan's face had been scribbled over with marker; in some, insults were written across her face.
My lips trembled uncontrollably; my eyes welled. I picked up one and rubbed off the ink, revealing Su Wan's clean, beautiful face underneath.
The sheets were perfectly made so perfect it didn't even look like anyone slept here. I put the frame down and lifted the quilt. I couldn't hold back my tears.
Underneath was a giant photograph our sex slave license ID photo together.
The grief forced me to my knees beside the bed, gripping the sheets to stop myself from sobbing out loud.
It took a long time before I calmed down.
Wiping my eyes, I noticed a key on the nightstand.
It was just a plain key. Not knowing what it was for, I set it down again.
I felt wrung out; I wanted to leave the place was already too much to take.
On my way past the bathroom, I glanced at the door then stopped.
It was locked.
Who locks their bathroom?
I thought about the key… after a long moment, I went back, picked it up.
It fit the bathroom lock.
When I opened the door, any remaining resentment I might have had toward Su Wan evaporated completely.
The bathroom walls were covered, every inch, in dense writing. Up close, I saw it was all Su Wan's confessions, apologies and my name.
There was no toilet, only a squat pan, linked to the shower area.
The entire bathing and toilet area was filled by a large iron cage.
From the cage hung a thick iron chain.
I suddenly remembered the "clanging" I'd heard over the phone that day in the hospital at the time I'd ignored it. Now I understood: it must have been her banging her head against this cage.
Inside the cage hung a clear plastic bag containing a frame with my photograph. There was also a small booklet; when I opened it, my heart clenched tighter.
It was a forged sex slave ID.
Her original had been confiscated and destroyed when I dissolved our contract, but at some point she'd kept the photo and had a fake made.
Also in the cage was a blanket.
It seemed she slept here every night. The bed out there was just to hold a picture.
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