The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The suffocating feeling in my chest, born of shock and anger, grew heavier and heavier.

Song Yunqi moved her fingers, loosening her nails that were embedded in her palm inch by inch, revealing unfathomable depths in her once calm eyes.

He sat up in bed, the sash of his yukata loosening as he moved, revealing a large expanse of his pale chest.

Due to the intense emotional fluctuations, the familiar soreness deep in my lower abdomen surged up again, accompanied by a dull, pulling pain, slowly twisting within my hidden abdominal cavity.

Song Yunqi took a barely perceptible breath, placed one hand on her lower abdomen, and turned to look at Su Shen, who was standing by the bed, trembling slightly.

Suppressing his physical discomfort, Chen Han recalled his conversation with the waiter in the mansion lobby.

At the time, Chen Han usually chose "Number 133" as his companion, and the substitute mentioned by the waiter was "Number 167". Since Chen Han was of normal sexual orientation, he would probably only choose female companions.

The waiter who greeted us also said that "Number 167" was a little girl.

All of these code names begin with "1", but Su Shen, who is standing in front of him, has the code name "330".

"Are there any special meanings behind the code names used in the mansion?"

Song Yunqi gathered her disheveled clothes and looked down at Su Shen's scarred collarbone.

"Are all numbers starting with 1 women?"

Su Shen sniffed, somewhat helplessly pulling down her rolled-up long sleeves to cover the hideous scars on her skin.

Upon being asked, he obediently lowered his head and answered, "Yes."

"Whether they were abducted or forced to pay off debts, as long as they are women, their numbers start from 1."

Song Yunxi nodded and continued to ask, "What about number 2? There should be this kind of companion, right?"

Mentioning the number "2" seemed to trigger a shock in Su Shen, who had finally calmed down, causing her to flinch violently.

His face turned from white to green, and a near-tangible despair and fear erupted from the depths of his eyes.

The air in the entire room seemed to freeze in that instant.

"Those whose names start with 2... can't be considered normal people."

Su Shen's voice trembled violently, his teeth clenched together, making a soft clicking sound: "Those are people who have undergone physical modification."

"There are servants who have been abused and ruined, and debtors who came in and fiercely resisted or tried to escape but were caught and brought back."

"The mansion has a special medical room on the second basement floor, staffed with professional doctors who use drugs or surgery to forcibly alter their body structure."

"They can be forcibly turned into genderless deformities, or into any shape that a customer likes, and can even be bought out and customized."

Tears streamed down her face again, falling onto the floor in an indescribable despair, and:

"They have no freedom, need to take medication for a long time to maintain their condition, and have an average lifespan of no more than one year. They are all tortured to death."

"And all the servants here, including myself, will eventually end up in District 2."

Song Yunxi stared at the wall lamp in the corner that emitted a pink glow.

A bone-chilling coldness surged from the soles of my feet all the way to the top of my head, and even my palms were sweating.

This is the Lu family.

On the surface, they are a prestigious and influential family in Beijing, but behind the scenes, they have built a hell on earth in Shanghai that amplifies the ugliest and cruelest desires of mankind to the extreme.

They use usury to set up schemes, force women into prostitution, and even cruelly mutilate their own bodies, using this as the most unbreakable bargaining chip to win over powerful figures and solidify their alliances of interests.

And there are countless such so-called "pink mansions" hidden in the shadows.

Any one of these charges would be enough to send the Lu father and son to prison.

But they rely on their immense power to evade the law.

The pain in her lower abdomen suddenly intensified at that moment, like a rusty iron hook twisting violently deep inside, causing Song Yunqi's vision to go black.

He groaned, bent over in a disheveled state, and barely managed to hug his abdomen with both arms, curling himself into a ball.

The cold sweat on his forehead instantly gathered into beads of water, which slid down his handsome profile and landed on his gray yukata.

"Guest! Guest, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Su Shen was shocked and hurriedly wanted to reach out to help Song Yunqi, but he was afraid that his dirty hands would taint the gentle noblewoman in front of him. He was also unsure whether it was appropriate to help her rashly, so he could only stand by helplessly and anxiously.

Song Yunxi buried her face in her knees and forced herself to take several deep breaths.

The sharp, throbbing pain lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly subsiding, turning into a sticky, heavy, aching sensation.

He waved his hand weakly.

"It's nothing, just an old problem."

But Song Yunqi knew very well that the pain was clearly coming from her abdomen.

Its presence there was too strong, pulsating rhythmically, emitting some kind of dangerous signal.

Once the contract in Haishi is completely handed over and he returns to Beijing, he must find time to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Song Yunxi slowly straightened up, supporting herself on her thighs, her clear, cold phoenix eyes refocusing on Su Shen's tear-streaked face.

The fear and despair in the other person's eyes reminded him of his own struggles and desperate attempts to protect himself back in the Lu family.

If it weren't for his special physical condition, he would probably have become a member of the Pink Mansion, or even worse.

The Lu family has committed too many sins, and this prestigious college student in front of him may be the first crack he tears open in the thick web of darkness.

Song Yunqi reached out and held his shoulder, her fingertips gently stroking it in a soothing manner, her cool voice calm and steady.

"Su Shen".

"If I could save you and your mother from this misery, I could also help you settle your debts."

He closed the distance between them, his warm breath brushing against Su Shen's ear, carrying a deadly allure and a sense of oppression:

"Would you be willing to do me a favor?"

"It's dangerous, but it will give you a new lease on life."

Su Shen's sobs stopped abruptly when he heard the words "escape from suffering" and "clear the debts".

His mouth was slightly open, and his tear-streaked face looked pitiful under the pink light. His body was tense from extreme shock.

They were almost losing hope.

During those three months, he witnessed countless vibrant people become cold, lifeless numbers, then become those mutilated objects devoid of human rights on the second basement level, and finally become skeletons buried under the earth.

In this place where the sun never shines, he never hoped for any other way out except death.

"I do... I do!"

Su Shen rested his head on Song Yunqi's shoulder, his hands hovering in mid-air, weakly reaching for the hem of Song Yunqi's bathrobe. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with a desperate resolve:

"I'll do anything you ask, as long as you can save my mother, as long as I can leave this place."

"If I stay here, I'll be sent to Zone 2 sooner or later... I'm going to die either way, so I'll take the gamble."