Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After walking a distance further, completely leaving behind that glamorous street filled with the scent of cosmetics, they turned into a relatively quiet alley.

Xueyao finally couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Why didn't they stop me, young master? Isn't that unusual?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng did not stop walking and continued forward with his arm around her.

He glanced at her sideways, then said casually, "Oh, you mean this?"

Last night after you fell asleep, I went out for a while and took care of getting you released from your servitude.

The indenture has been retrieved.

Xueyao was startled again. She had fallen into a deep sleep last night from exhaustion and did not know whether Lin Feng had left.

But his tone was so certain that she was skeptical, yet dared not ask, for she was now a maid.

Lin Feng seemed to know what she was thinking. He casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded, slightly worn piece of mulberry paper.

He waved the paper in front of Xueyao, and the three words "Contract for the Sale of Women" and the familiar seal were clearly visible on it.

Although it was just a fleeting glance, Xueyao was deeply impressed by the contract that determined her tragic fate.

Her pupils contracted sharply, her breath hitched, her heart pounded wildly, and she was on the verge of losing control of her emotions.

My eyes instantly filled with tears, and my vision blurred.

Then, she smiled, bright and dazzling, with an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Young master, please keep this indenture safe. From now on, Xueyao will be your personal maid. You can't abandon me."

Lin Feng didn't look at her. He casually turned his hand, and the indenture entered his spatial storage.

His gaze fell on the faint light of day at the end of the alley, his tone still calm, but lacking its usual coldness: "That depends on how well you serve me from now on."

Xueyao sensed the teasing in his words, and two blushes rose on her pale cheeks. Instead of feeling ashamed and angry, she felt a strange sense of peace.

She snuggled closer into Lin Feng's arms, feeling the comforting warmth emanating from him.

My heartbeat gradually calmed down, replaced by a feeling of peace and lightness.

Early-rising vendors began setting up their stoves along the streets, sending up white steam.

Xueyao looked around curiously; she hadn't seen such a scene in ages.

Although she still felt a lingering pain in her body, she felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and even her steps became lighter, as if she were walking on clouds.

At that moment, she truly felt the taste of freedom; so this is what it is.

When Lin Feng led her, they finally stopped in an ordinary alley in the west of the city.

When Xueyao stood in front of a small, unremarkable, even somewhat old-fashioned courtyard, a look of surprise appeared on her face once again.

The courtyard was small, a world apart from the ornate carvings and luxurious grandeur of Wangchun Pavilion.

Lin Feng took out his key, unlocked the door, and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The yard wasn't big, but it was kept fairly clean and tidy.

"This... is where Young Master lives?" Xueyao's surprise was hard to hide.

It was completely different from what she had imagined.

She didn't know the exact amount, but the brothel owner was so greedy that the price for her redemption must have been quite high. He could spend a fortune to buy her virginity and easily come up with a huge sum to redeem her.

With such lavish spending, how could they live in such a simple, even impoverished, place?

Did they have to sell all their possessions to buy their freedom?

Thinking of this, Xueyao was deeply moved.

Lin Feng took in her expression and, while leading her inside, casually asked, "What's wrong?"

Do you think this place is too shabby and regret having been redeemed by me?

Upon hearing this, Xueyao quickly shook her head. Her gaze swept over the simple yet vibrant courtyard, and instead of disappointment, a sense of belonging appeared on her face.

She said softly but firmly:

"Young master is joking."

Although this place was not as luxurious and exquisite as Wangchun Pavilion, it made Xueyao feel extremely at ease.

That place, filled with gold and jade, is nothing more than a magnificent prison to me.

This place is bare, yet it gives me true peace.

Xueyao would rather live in this quiet and simple courtyard for the rest of her life, eating simple meals, than return to that seemingly prosperous but actually cannibalistic place.

This place feels like 'home'.

As she spoke, she looked at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with clear sincerity.

Looking into Xueyao's eyes, one could see the undisguised emotion and dependence, as well as a glimmer of hope for a new life.

Lin Feng's heart was not stirred.

Women are always just embellishments that add to the beauty.

All of Lin Feng's docility and obedience are based on his own strength, and have nothing to do with anything else.

He waved his hand, interrupting Xueyao from continuing her heartfelt confession, "No need for fancy words."

I don't believe what people say; I value actions more.

From today onwards, all the household chores in this little courtyard will be your responsibility.

Xueyao was not deterred or disappointed by his words. Instead, she straightened her expression, looked at Lin Feng seriously, and said clearly, "Don't worry, young master."

Although Xueyao has been forced to learn some music, chess, calligraphy and painting and has been pampered in Wangchun Pavilion in recent years, I was just an ordinary farm girl before I was sold into Wangchun Pavilion.

At my uncle's house, I did most of the work, including fetching water, cooking, and mending.

Xueyao has not forgotten these tasks and is confident she can do them well.

We will never let you down, young master.

Her eyes were clear and firm.

...........

Time flows like water, quietly passing by.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Lin Feng had a very comfortable time during those two weeks.

Every morning, warm water and a clean towel are presented to you.

They truly live a life of ease, with clothes handed to them and food served to them.

Clothes and shoes are always spotless and new, and the rooms and yard are kept in perfect order.

It must be said that Xueyao is indeed a rare gem.

Not only was she born with beautiful features and stunning looks, but what was even more commendable was that she managed her household chores meticulously and efficiently.

At night, she became even more docile, accepting all of Lin Feng's requests without complaint or refusal.

They would also dance to entertain the guests while drinking.

Lin Feng greatly appreciated this comprehensive and attentive service and companionship.

On this day, just as dawn was breaking, there was activity in the courtyard earlier than usual.

Lin Feng called out, "Xueyao, go and fetch my martial arts training outfit."

Today is the day of the martial arts competition, we should go and watch.

"Yes, young master."

Xueyao responded crisply and walked briskly into the inner room.

Before long, she came out carrying a neatly folded dark blue outfit.

The fabric of this garment is sturdy and crisp, and the cut is neat. It was specially prepared by Lin Feng at the tailor shop for today's competition.

She skillfully helped Lin Feng change.

The outfit clung tightly to his tall and muscular physique, highlighting his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and smooth lines, making him appear even more agile and capable in his movements.

Xueyao took two steps back and carefully examined the completely transformed Lin Feng.

His figure was tall and imposing, like a sword drawn from its sheath. His usual laziness and casualness were replaced by a vigorous and heroic spirit, and his brows were sharper. He was truly handsome and extraordinary, with an imposing presence.

She was momentarily stunned, her cheeks flushed slightly, and admiration involuntarily showed in her eyes.

He blurted out in a soft voice, "Young master, you look even more handsome and dashing in these clothes."

His tone was one of pure admiration and a hint of barely concealed excitement.