Chapter 79: The Begging

Before she could think further, the leading man had already walked over.

He reached out and grabbed Su Yutao by the hair, lifting her straight out of Lin Qingxue’s arms.

Su Yutao’s scalp burned from the pull. Her whole body hung in the air, feet dangling, unable to touch the ground.

Her mouth opened, and a muffled “urrh” sound of pain forced its way out of her throat.

One hand flailed wildly in the air, while the other clung desperately to Qiansui.

In her arms, Qiansui was nearly frantic.

[Host, hold on, hold on, hold on!]

[I don’t have any items here! This is a new account! I’ve called for backup!]

[It’ll be about five or six more minutes. Just bear it a little longer. Hang on!]

Su Yutao wanted to cry but no tears came.

No way. Five or six minutes? By then I’ll probably be packed up and taken away.

I have to figure something out myself.

But right now, she couldn’t do anything.

All she could do was hang there, hair gripped, hurting, crying out.

Lin Qingxue frowned.

She looked at the man’s hand twisting in Su Yutao’s hair, and her voice turned cold.

“Where are you planning to take it?”

The leading man pulled Su Yutao in front of him, examining her like a piece of merchandise.

White hair, purple eyes, small face. Skinny as a twig.

He let out a light laugh. The sound was casual, carrying a sickening nonchalance.

“Such a cute little girl. Hm. Either we raise her up, throw her into the underground s*x trade, or send her to the lab.”

“Either way, I figure she’ll live better than she does with you.”

“Look at all those injuries.”

He glanced at the bandages and bruises on Su Yutao’s body and shook his head.

Su Yutao started to struggle.

She kicked her legs wildly. Her hands clawed at the hand gripping her hair. Her nails dug in, leaving bloody scratches.

The man frowned and tightened his grip. The pain made her gasp.

In her mind, she frantically asked Qiansui: ‘Are you done yet?!’

Qiansui’s voice was strained with urgency.

[Don’t ask me! I’m panicking too! I don’t have any items!]

[Ah, damn, my master won’t be here for another five or six minutes!]

[If I could get out and beat him up myself, I’d kill him!]

Su Yutao’s struggle was useless.

She was too weak. In that man’s hand, she was like a butterfly with its wings pinched.

She could feel Qiansui’s panic through the doll in her arms, almost frantic.

Putting all her hope on Qiansui was like waiting to die.

So she turned her hope to the one person she’d always wanted to kill.

She thrashed desperately toward Lin Qingxue, stretching out her hand, mouth open.

“Ah… ah…”

It was a sound squeezed from deep in her throat, like a small animal being choked.

She was begging for help.

Begging the person who beat her, choked her, bit her every night.

Lin Qingxue stood still, watching the little blind girl flailing toward her.

Her hair was pulled taut, her face flushed red. Tears couldn’t flow, but her whole face trembled.

Her hand reached out, trying to grasp.

Her mouth opened, calling out.

The man’s words echoed in her mind. “s*x trade.” “Lab.”

Lin Qingxue knew those places.

The organization’s s*x trade. The girls there rarely lived past twenty.

The lab was no better. She’d grabbed a few mission targets before and sent them there.

Those cold tables. Those blinding lights. Those needles. Those knives.

And the screams of the test subjects.

Lin Qingxue watched Su Yutao’s outstretched hand and fell silent.

Something didn’t sit right with her.

She couldn’t quite name it.

It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t reluctance. It was annoyance.

She didn’t know why she was annoyed. By her nature, she shouldn’t have any feelings at all.

She was annoyed at herself for hesitating. Why was she hesitating? This little thing could go away, and it wouldn’t matter whether she was here or not. What was she hesitating for?

She shook her head, stopped thinking, and said, her voice flat like she was discussing something trivial.

“Just take it away. It’s annoying to look at.”

When Su Yutao heard that, her whole body went hollow.

Her hand dropped. She stopped thrashing.

Her mouth closed. She stopped crying out.

Her body went limp. She stopped struggling.

She just hung there, hair still gripped, dangling in the air like a dead cat.

‘It’s over.’

That was the only word left in her mind.

Qiansui fell to the floor because Su Yutao’s hand went slack.

By the time she realized it, she couldn’t reach him in time.

Qiansui was too far away. She couldn’t hear his voice anymore.

All she could hear was the man’s footsteps heading for the door.

She was being dragged out.

Out the door.

The door was getting closer.

She was about to be taken away.

To the s*x trade, to the lab, to some unknown place.

She didn’t know if it would be worse than here.

She only knew she didn’t want to go.

Maybe I should find a way to kill myself right now? Reincarnate?

But not now. She had no way to kill herself right now.

No tools at all. She couldn’t even bite off her own tongue.

The only option was to beg again. Qiansui had fallen to the ground. She was useless now. Only that person could help.

Not because she liked her.

Because there was literally no one else.

She decided to gamble. One last try.

If it didn’t work, she’d find a wall and bash her head in. Reincarnation it was.

The man had reached the door.

Su Yutao could feel the night air seeping through the crack. Cool against her face.

She heard the chirping of insects outside. The distant sound of cars. The man’s breathing.

She was about to be dragged out.

She was about to leave this room.

She was about to leave this person.

Then she moved.

Not a struggle. Not a flail. It was a rebellion that erupted from her bones. Unreasonable. Reckless. A fight for her life.

She kicked her legs violently, dropping her body weight. Several strands of hair tore out at the roots.

In the chaos, one of her kicks landed squarely between the man’s legs. He grunted in pain and let go.

He fell to his knees, clutching his crotch, groaning.

Su Yutao didn’t care about his groaning. She was on the ground. Her knees buckled, but she pushed herself up.

She scrambled back into the room, feeling her way along the walls.

…

Lin Qingxue stared at the now-empty room.

She was lost in thought.

Something felt off. Like the room was missing something. It made her uneasy.

She looked at the little penguin that had fallen from Su Yutao’s arms.

She walked over and picked it up, sat on the bed, put it on her lap, and squeezed it.

She gazed at the penguin, lost in thought, not sure what she was thinking.

Just then, she heard the thud of something hitting the floor. Then she felt her leg being grabbed.

Su Yutao had already crawled to Lin Qingxue, kneeling, clutching her leg.

Her face pressed against Lin Qingxue’s knee. Her hands wrapped around her calf. Her whole body shook.

Her mouth opened, and a sound came out. Not a wheeze. Not a cry. It was a hoarse, scraping sound, like sandpaper on iron. Forced out.

“Please…”

Her voice was soft, like wind rustling dead leaves.

Hoarse. Broken. Not like a human sound at all. More like a rusty lock finally forced open.

But those two words were clear. “Please…”

The rest wouldn’t come. Her throat felt blocked.

She started coughing. Coughing so hard her whole body trembled, her eyelids swelled.

She held Lin Qingxue’s leg, her face pressed against her knee, curled up into a ball, coughing until she couldn’t breathe.

She was begging her.

She didn’t know how to beg. She could only say those two words. They had taken all her strength.

Qiansui, on Lin Qingxue’s lap, was losing his mind. Well, not exactly his mind, but the whole penguin was freaking out.

[Wait?! You talked?! Holy crap! Host, you spoke!]

His voice was a mix of shock and joy, trembling with disbelief.

But Su Yutao couldn’t hear him. She just coughed. Shook. Clung to Lin Qingxue’s leg, burying her face in her knee.

Lin Qingxue looked down at Su Yutao kneeling on the floor. She was stunned.

She had heard it.

The little blind girl had said “please.”

She wasn’t mute. She could speak.

She just couldn’t before.

Now she had. To beg her.

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