Tainted Love

Chapter 8: The Slave Contract

Chapter Eight: The Slave Contract

When Mu Xueran opened her eyes, it was already morning.

She vaguely remembered Chu Lingfeng calling out a name again and again in her ear last night, though she couldn’t recall exactly what it was—definitely not her own name.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Without waiting for her response, the cold-faced woman from before entered the room, holding a document, a red box, and a pen, followed by two strong men in black sunglasses.

Early in the morning, she was still in her pajamas, and two men had barged into her room. What was this about? A chill ran through her, and any remaining sleepiness quickly dissipated.

“Miss Mu, please sign this contract,” the woman said indifferently, placing the document in front of her.

“A contract? What kind of contract?”

“A slave contract.”

A slave contract? Did this mean that once she signed it, she would be selling herself to Chu Lingfeng? That she would become his property and have to obey his every command?

“No… I won’t sign it!” Mu Xueran shook her head desperately.

“This is the young master’s order. You have no choice,” the woman replied, her voice flat and emotionless, her face as expressionless as ever.

With a snap of her fingers, the two men stepped forward. One grabbed her struggling left arm forcefully, while the other placed the pen in her right hand, guiding it to scribble her name messily on the contract. Then, they pressed her finger onto the red ink pad, using it to stamp her fingerprint onto the document.

Before she could even read the contract’s contents, the cold-faced woman collected it. “This ointment for external injuries was specifically prepared for you by the young master,” she said, placing a delicately packaged box on Mu Xueran’s pillow.

He was concerned about her wounds? What a crocodile tear.

The exquisite packaging bore only English instructions. Clearly imported, probably an excellent product. Tch… She had no intention of using anything from him.

“Thank you… May I ask if there’s anything else?” Mu Xueran raised her head, an expression of dismissal on her face.

“Oh, by the way, my name is Dong Shuang. The young master instructed me to personally supervise your application of the ointment. Miss Mu, will you do it yourself, or would you prefer them to assist you?” Dong Shuang asked coolly, her tone remarkably similar to Chu Lingfeng’s.

Assist her? Was this also Chu Lingfeng’s idea? How thoughtful of him. Mu Xueran reluctantly grabbed the ointment. “I’ll do it myself. Could they please leave?”

“You two are dismissed,” Dong Shuang said without even glancing at the two men, her eyes fixed on Mu Xueran’s hand.

After the men left, Mu Xueran applied the ointment to her wounds. A refreshing coolness immediately spread over her skin.

“I will check on your wound care every day. Meals will be delivered to you on schedule, and until the young master returns, you are not to leave this room.”

“Where did he go? When will he be back? Why can’t I leave this room?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have the authority to answer your questions, nor has the young master granted you the right to ask them,” Dong Shuang replied before quickly leaving the room and locking the door behind her.

From now on, was she destined to stay confined in this room?

Although luxurious and comfortable, it was essentially a prison depriving her of freedom. Chu Lingfeng—what was this man’s ultimate goal?

Standing by the window, Mu Xueran looked out at the broad, clear sky, feeling increasingly stifled.

Suddenly, a flash of light caught her eye. She looked across and saw an open window with a camera standing in front of it. A figure stood behind the camera. Before she could get a clear look at his face, he disappeared in a flash.