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Chapter 50 - 48 Deep in the Mire

Chapter 50: Chapter 48 Deep in the Mire

Life is like a whirlpool; the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

The bruised and battered Lan Yening walked out of the hospital.

He saw his mother hurrying towards him, carrying things to see him.

"Xiao Ning, why did you get discharged?"

"The hospital fees are too expensive, I don’t want to stay there anymore."

"That won’t do, you need to fully recover first."

Zhang Ya felt both heartbroken and afraid seeing her son like this.

"Mom, I’m really fine now."

For some reason, Lan Yening felt a strong aversion to his mother’s concern.

"Xiao Ning, tell me, who hit you?"

"... What’s the use of telling you? Can you help me with anything!" Lan Yening sighed impatiently, "Mom, please let me have some peace. I have to go to work tonight."

"Work? Are you going to do those shameful things again?" Zhang Ya grabbed his arm, her eyes on her pale face seemed to blaze with fire.

"I’m going to be a model, it’s a legitimate job."

"Model! What kind of model? The degrading kind where you don’t wear clothes?"

"... Mom, I’ll say it one last time, I’m not doing anything shameful."

Lan Yening’s head buzzed, as if something was constantly knocking inside it.

He longed for a better life through his own efforts, but now it seemed life had abandoned him.

"You’re not going, you’re coming home with me now."

"I’ve signed a contract, if I don’t go, I’ll have to pay a lot of money. Besides, if I don’t work, what will we eat and drink?"

"I’d rather starve than have you bring shame and dishonor."

Every word from Zhang Ya pierced Lan Yening, leaving him covered in wounds.

He didn’t pay attention to his mother, but turned and left in large strides.

Zhang Ya wanted to catch hold of her only son, but her body wouldn’t allow it, so she could only silently shed tears behind him, lamenting her misfortune.

The city lights began to shine, the night was full of mystery and allure.

Following the painter’s instructions, Lan Yening lay on a velvet blanket, striking a seductive pose.

The soft lights fell on his paint-covered skin, casting a warm hue that stirred the heart.

In his right hand, he held a bright red apple, which he was occasionally asked to kiss with his red lips.

The people in the upstairs box watched the scene below with bated breath, finding it as picturesque as a beautiful painting.

As time flowed by, Lan Yening got up and returned to the dressing room to get dressed and go home.

"Xiao Ning, let’s all go out for a get-together tonight," the studio manager came over.

"No, I need to rest tonight."

Seeing his defensiveness, the manager smiled and didn’t continue to invite him, "Xiao Ning, someone wants to hire you for a private modeling job, ten thousand yuan for an hour."

"No thanks, I don’t want to go, I’m fine here," Lan Yening said timidly.

"Xiao Ning, we pay 600 yuan an hour here, it’s ten thousand over there, you might want to reconsider."

"Manager, I have nothing to reconsider, I earn my 600 yuan here in an honest way."

"Alright then! Everyone has their own goals!" The manager didn’t insist further.

As Lan Yening left the studio, he was stopped on the street by two men in black suits.

"Mr. Lan, our boss wants you to come over."

"Get out of my way, I’m not going."

Lan Yening said and tried to leave, knowing what these people were after, but as he took a step, he was blocked again.

"Mr. Lan, please don’t make this difficult for us. Our boss just wants to make friends with you."

"Friends?" Lan Yening sneered, "I’m just a broke guy, I can’t fight you, but don’t push me too hard."

As the confrontation continued, a slightly disdainful female voice rang out, "Get away, this person is with me."

Lan Yening looked up to see Zhang Shuya.

The two men in black looked at her in confusion, seeing her extraordinary aura, they dared not make a move.

During this stalemate, one of the men in black received a phone call.

After the call, he exchanged a glance with his companion, bowed, and apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Lan, sorry, Miss Zhang," then they left in embarrassment.

"Thank you, Sister Shuya," Lan Yening was filled with gratitude.

"No problem. How did you get tangled up with Old Jia’s people? You’re working at that studio?"

"... Sister Shuya, you know about that studio?"

Zhang Shuya laughed, "Come on, let’s talk in my car."

Lan Yening hesitated for a moment but got into the car with her.

"Sister Shuya, do you know the people who stopped me?"

"Yes," Zhang Shuya nodded, "Old Jia runs a club, not doing legit business. His favorite thing is finding handsome ’male models’."

Hearing the last sentence, Lan Yening’s fair face flushed with shame.

Zhang Shuya seemed not to notice his discomfort, "I sometimes buy paintings from that studio to give to others. The models there are among the best in Shenghai."

Lan Yening kept his head down, silent. He didn’t know what to say to her.

His job really was looked down upon.

"Xiao Ning, if possible, it might be best if you leave that place."

"I know, Sister Shuya, it’s complicated there, but I need money and I can’t do anything else."

"Haha! If you need money, why not accept those offers?"

Slowing down the car, Zhang Shuya glanced at him with interest.

"I want to keep my last bit of dignity," Lan Yening said very seriously.

"But once you have money, others will respect you, no matter what you do."

"No, that’s not the same, I won’t sell my soul for money."

"Alright then! Everyone has their own standards."

They drove to the entrance of Lan Yening’s neighborhood, where a crowd was gathered, seemingly around something.

With a feeling of foreboding, Lan Yening got out of the car.

He pushed through the crowd and saw his mother had collapsed on the ground.

Not a single person had stepped forward to help, nor called an ambulance.

Scattered on the ground next to his mother were a bunch of small cards.

It was clear that Zhang Ya had collected them, trying to lessen her son’s negative image.

"Mom! Mom! What’s wrong?"

A panicked Lan Yening knelt by his mother’s side, tears streaming uncontrollably.

He felt his mother’s life slipping away, her hand so cold.

The surrounding people pointed fingers at him, with some looking him over with malicious intent.

"Xiao Ning, quickly take auntie to the hospital!" Zhang Shuya called out loud.

At this, the onlookers became even more restless.

The unmistakable aura of wealth from Zhang Shuya, along with that status-symbol Maserati.

Instantly, various unpleasant comments buzzed around like flies.

But Lan Yening turned a deaf ear, carrying his mother into Zhang Shuya’s car and rushing to the hospital.

One of the greatest fears as an adult is having a parent get seriously ill without money for treatment.

At the hospital, Lan Yening maxed out his card, but it still wasn’t enough for his mother’s surgery.

"Doctor, I’ll pay, give the elder the best medication," Zhang Shuya offered her UnionPay card.

"Sister Shuya, this, how can this be?"

"Are you going to just watch your mother pass away?"

Zhang Shuya’s words left Lan Yening speechless, standing there dumbfounded.

"Yes! Even if it costs everything, you must save your mother’s life."

Lan Yening slumped on the bench in the corridor, feeling utterly hopeless.

He knew why Zhang Shuya helped him, she gave, so naturally she wanted something in return.

But what could he give her?

The so-called helplessness in life mostly starts with being short of money once.

"Thank you, Sister Shuya!" Lan Yening said with a bitter smile.

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