I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

Yang Huiyun's business is getting better and better.

Every time school lets out, her stall is always surrounded by a large group of elementary school students.

In the afternoon, in addition to students, many adults also come to visit.

At Xie Yan's urging, Yang Huiyun added a sour plum drink, and the rice cake and sour plum drink were sold together, so they had both food and drink, and the sales were even more booming.

When business gets busy, Yang Huiyun doesn't have time to take care of Xie Yan. At noon, she would quickly pack up her stall and go home to cook for Xie Yan. In the afternoon, she would give Xie Yan money so that she could buy things herself.

Then Xie Yan used all the money to buy food for Shen Yan.

The next afternoon after school, Xie Yan arrived as promised, carrying a bag full of food.

The temperature today is just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Several young boys were gathered on the lawn in the yard, some of them holding hoes and weeding.

"Sister, you're here!"

A sharp-eyed boy spotted Xie Yan immediately; he was one of the people who received bread from Xie Yan yesterday.

He ran over enthusiastically, a smile on his face, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Xie Yan asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Weeding?"

The boy nodded: "We do a big clean every week, and we're weeding now, but we don't have any herbicide."

Hearing this, Xie Yan frowned and looked at the others. The thin child was holding a hoe, which looked out of place no matter how you looked at it.

This tool is too dangerous and children should not be allowed to use it.

"Where's Shen Yan? I can't find him."

“Shen Yan… he…” The boy’s eyes darted away.

He naturally knew that Xie Yan was Shen Yan's friend and that she had come for Shen Yan. Considering the work Shen Yan was currently doing, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Sensing something was wrong, Xie Yan quickly asked again, "What's wrong with him? Where is he?"

“He’s at the restaurant…” the little boy hesitated for a moment before saying, “His job is to mop the floor.”

The area each person was responsible for wasn't fixed. Wang Chao was the oldest among them, so he was the one who assigned everyone the responsibilities.

Weeding was done by several people, so it was already considered relatively easy. Wang Chao only assigned the task to Shen Yan at the restaurant.

Shen Yan was too thin and small to even hold a mop, so Wang Chao had him wipe the area piece by piece with a rag.

If it were just the restaurant, it wouldn't be so bad, but the kitchen and everything else had to be cleaned as well.

In the past, this would have taken three or four people to do, but now it's just Shen Yan doing it all by himself, which is clearly bullying.

However, Wang Chao was a tyrant among the children; no one dared to mess with him, and no one dared to say anything.

So when Xie Yan arrived at the restaurant, she saw Shen Yan's small body kneeling on the floor, holding a dusty rag, wiping brick by brick.

Only a small part was wiped down at this point, and the restaurant, which didn't look very big before, now seemed surprisingly spacious.

Shen Yan was covered in sweat, his hair was soaked and stuck to his face, making him look rather disheveled.

"Shen Yan, I'm here."

A clear, bright voice rang out from behind him, and Shen Yan paused for a moment.

He slowly straightened up, turned his head while kneeling.

The person who said "see you tomorrow" wasn't lying this time; they really came.

This time, Shen Yan didn't ignore her and gave a faint "hmm".

But today, her usually expressionless face showed obvious fatigue, and her complexion was slightly unpleasant.

He was really tired.

I had just swept the hallways on the first and second floors, and after Wang Chao's nitpicking inspection, I went to the restaurant to mop the floor.

My old calf injury is throbbing with a dull ache, a mix of soreness and pain.

Having been confined since childhood and rarely exercising, Shen Yan found it difficult to accept such a heavy workload, and the back of her clothes was soaked with sweat.

Xie Yan walked into the restaurant, intending to show Shen Yan the delicious food she was going to feed him that day, but when she got closer, she noticed that he looked unpleasant.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xie Yan immediately became serious.

Shen Yan shook her head, picked up a rag, and was about to wipe the floor again.

"Stop, let's not wipe it for now, let's rest for a while."

Xie Yan took the rag from his hand and then simply sat down on the ground. Anyway, it was a place that Shen Yan had just wiped, so it shouldn't be dirty.

"I brought you some milk."

Bagged milk is a little cheaper than boxed milk, so Xie Yan bought two bags when she came, and handed them to Shen Yan while rummaging through her bag.

"...Go on, aren't you thirsty?"

The milk had been handed out for a while, but no one took it. Xie Yan urged them on.

The distance between the school and the orphanage is not short, and Xie Yan always has to hurry to get there. She is always covered in sweat and very tired.

Shen Yan then took the milk and sat down, preparing to rest for a while.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Shen Yan and casting a soft, warm glow on his hair. He sat cross-legged, quietly drinking milk, creating a rare scene of tranquility and peace.

So good.

Xie Yan felt a pang of tenderness watching this.

Her schoolbag is like Doraemon's pocket, it can pull out lots of delicious food.

Xie Yan hadn't eaten dinner either, and she was hungry after walking all the way, so she took out a piece of bread to eat.

She hadn't tried this flavor of bread before. The owner said it was a new arrival, filled with filling, and very delicious.

Perhaps because she was hungry, Xie Yan actually thought it was pretty good, with a milky and creamy flavor.

So the two of them sat on the restaurant floor and slowly devoured all sorts of snacks.

Xie Yan ended her meal with a bag of spicy strips.

My stomach is full now, but the work isn't finished yet.

If Xie Yan were here as an adult, she would talk to the director about the unreasonableness of making children do these things, but she is now a primary school student.

And he was just an ordinary elementary school student from an ordinary family with no connections, so even going to the dean wouldn't make any difference.

I glanced at my watch; it was seven o'clock.

Yang Huiyun usually gets home before nine o'clock, but it takes her another half hour to get home from the orphanage.

To be on the safe side, Xie Yan will only have a maximum of one hour.

Xie Yan thought for a moment and said, "Let me help you. Where's the mop?"

It turns out that using a mop is much faster than using a rag.

Although Xie Yan is only a ten-year-old primary school student, she is very efficient when it comes to work.

After all, she's 28 years old and has been doing things like mopping the floor for who knows how many years.

Shen Yan obediently went to wipe the table and chairs.

The division of labor is clear.

The kitchen wasn't very big, but it was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and various nooks and crannies were difficult to clean.

Xie Yan didn't have a good look when she sneaked into the basement last time, but now she finally had time to examine it closely.

The hygiene is only so-so, barely satisfactory.

A soft sound suddenly came from behind, and Xie Yan paused for a moment.

[System, did you hear anything?]

The system feigns ignorance: 【No】

Xie Yan frowned.

wrong.

After a few more seconds, the sound rang out again.

It sounded like someone was crying softly, and the sound was coming from below.

Xie Yan couldn't help but look at the narrow passage next to the freezer, which was the staircase leading to the basement.

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The girl's mouth was tightly covered by a large hand. She struggled incessantly, and her clothes were torn to shreds.

Her skin, which had never seen the sun for years, was deathly pale. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she possessed immense strength. However, her hands and feet were locked to the bed, and the skin on her wrists and ankles had long since broken, leaving a ring of bloodstains.

Xu Qiang pulled his pants down halfway, covered the girl's mouth, and began to force himself on her.

He was so confident that he didn't even close the door to the room; the open door was visible as soon as you came down the stairs.

Xie Yan stood there, stunned, her breath caught in her throat.

The girl's voice was hoarse and painful; even with her mouth covered, she could still make sobs that echoed in the narrow basement corridor.

The sound filled Xie Yan's eardrums, each note striking her heart.

The facade was torn away, and Xie Yan saw the real orphanage.

It's utterly absurd that a young girl was imprisoned and humiliated by security guards!!

This is absurd!!!

Xie Yan's face showed a fury beyond her years. She took a few steps back, pulled out her phone, and prepared to turn around and call the police.

Footsteps suddenly sounded from behind.

Xu Qiang immediately stopped what he was doing and shouted, "Who is it! Who's here?!"

As soon as Shen Yan came down the stairs, her vision blurred and she was suddenly pulled into a small dark room.

Someone covered his mouth, and warm breath fell on his ear: "Shh, don't talk."

Xu Qiang peeked out, looked around, and then simply pulled up his pants and walked over.

Xie Yan held Shen Yan tightly in her arms. The two stood behind the door of the small dark room, where the tall iron door blocked their view. Her heart was in her throat, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The tightness with which she held Shen Yan increased due to nervousness. Shen Yan did not struggle, but stood with her head turned to the side, listening to Xie Yan's frantic heartbeat.

Fortunately, Xu Qiang only came out and looked around, and did not find that there was anyone else in the small dark room.

He cursed something on the spot, then went back the way he came, and the sound of the waves remained the same.

With the crisis temporarily averted, Xie Yan loosened her grip and released Shen Yan, her expression still showing lingering fear.

On the contrary, Shen Yan remained calm.

After wiping down the tables and chairs, he realized Xie Yan was missing. The kitchen passageway only connected to the basement, so he decided to go down and take a look.

And then that was it.

The basement was so dark you couldn't see anyone clearly; you could only hear Xie Yan's breathing.

A few seconds later, Xie Yan came to her senses and lowered her voice to say something to Shen Yan, but that inappropriate voice rang out again.

In the already dark environment, hearing becomes even more sensitive. The man's heavy breathing and the girl's distorted cries echoed all around. Xie Yan shuddered and immediately covered Shen Yan's ears.

The little ears were cool, soft, and bouncy, which matched Xie Yan's perception of kittens, but she had no mood to pet them at all.

As his vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, Shen Yan saw Xie Yan silently mouthing words to him.

"Don't make a sound."

Shen Yan understood and nodded.

Then came the endless waiting.

The two stood behind the door, Xie Yan covering Shen Yan's ears with both hands, not daring to take them down, while Xu Qiang's filthy words continued to pollute Xie Yan's eardrums.

Xie Yan was too exhausted to be angry; she only hoped that this disaster would end soon.

After a while, the commotion finally stopped.

The sound of Xu Qiang's belt rang out. He said a few words, then pulled up his pants, humming a song, and left in a good mood.

Just to be on the safe side, Xie Yan waited in place for another two minutes, and only lowered her hand when she saw that there was really no movement outside.

Her hands were sore from holding them.