Inside the private room, the atmosphere was tense.
"Shawn Young, what exactly do you want!" Lily Zhong stared at the boy standing in front of her, biting her lip, her face grim.
"What do I want? Come on, Lily Zhong, you know exactly what I want." Shawn Young put down the microphone and circled in front of Lily, a smile on his face. "I hear you’re a teacher now, huh? Guess I should call you Miss Zhong."
"Hello, teacher. You know, my favorite game is teacher and nurse. Back in school I chased you for so long and you never said yes. Why was that, huh?"
Shawn Young looked Lily Zhong up and down, his eyes filled with a greedy glint.
"I told you already, I don’t like you. There’s no chance, so stop pestering me." Lily Zhong finished, and Shawn Young grinned, nodding.
"Don’t like me, huh? No chance, huh?"
Shawn Young’s face suddenly darkened. He spun around and kicked the old man hard.
"Ah!"
The old man let out a cry of pain, his face full of terror as he curled up on the floor.
"Dad!"
Seeing Shawn Young’s move, Lily Zhong’s face changed. "Shawn Young, what are you trying to do!"
"What am I trying to do? Killing pays for murder, debts get paid back—pretty basic stuff, right? Your old man lost over a million at my place, so now I’m here as his creditor to collect." Shawn Young said, glancing at the shivering old man with utter disdain.
"Over a million!"
Lily Zhong turned pale when she heard that, biting her lip.
Her salary was barely over three thousand yuan a month.
"That’s right. Your dad’s got style—he wouldn’t play small, every round was ten grand minimum. Normally, once he lost everything, my place wouldn’t lend him another cent. But hey, I like you, right? For your sake, Miss Zhong, I personally approved over a million for your dad." Shawn Young sneered.
"You set this all up!" Even if Lily Zhong were clueless, she understood after hearing Shawn Young’s words.
It was obvious Shawn Young and his crew had set her dad up from the start.
"How can you say that? Your dad’s a gambler, I just gave him a platform and a chance. And at one point, your dad was up over two hundred thousand, wasn’t he, Uncle?" Shawn Young looked at the old man.
"Yeah, yeah, I was up over two hundred grand at one point. But then I got cocky, went all-in, and lost it all!" The old man’s face was full of regret.
"Lily, just give me one more chance and I can win it all back!" The old man turned indignant. "It was just bad luck that round!"
"Dad! You still want to gamble!" Seeing her father's attitude, Lily Zhong's face kept changing.
"How could I not gamble? A normal job only pays a few thousand a month—what’s the point? If I quit at the right time, I’ll never lose! Lily, I even figured out a secret trick, so I’ll never lose again!" The old man’s face lit up with excitement, all his fear forgotten.
"Yeah, with an uncle like you, there’s no way you’ll ever lose." Shawn Young shot a glance at his three cronies.
One of them got the hint, stepped forward, and slapped the old man hard across the face.
"Ah!"
The slap made the old man howl, half his face turning bright red.
"Stop! What are you trying to do!" Lily Zhong rushed forward to shield her father.
"I told you: killing pays for murder, debts get paid back. I’m here to collect." Shawn Young sneered. "Lily Zhong, you’ve got two choices today. One, I’ll give you three days to raise the money, but your dad leaves a hand behind today."
As soon as Shawn finished, one of his men whipped out a fruit knife and slammed it into the coffee table.
Lily Zhong’s face grew even uglier. The old man stared in terror, eyes wide. "Daughter, please! You can’t let them do this!"
"Option two: you, Miss Zhong, serve me properly and make me happy. If you do, your dad gets through today safe and sound. Every time you serve me, I’ll knock fifty grand off the debt. Just a couple dozen times and it’s all settled."
Shawn Young grinned. "All for your sake, Miss Zhong. Fifty grand a pop—that’s what a top-tier escort would charge."
"Dream on, Shawn Young!" Lily Zhong clenched her teeth, glaring at him.
Shawn Young shook his head and pulled out a set of clothes from his bag—a pink lace lingerie set, all hollow-patterned, with a rabbit tail on the back.
Put it on and you’d be showing plenty of skin, guaranteed.
"I had this made just for you, Miss Zhong—custom fit. Check out the chest opening, it’s tailored to your size." Shawn Young clicked his tongue and tossed the outfit to Lily.
"Now, I’ll give you five minutes to decide. Either put it on and serve me, and your dad walks out safe, or I take his hand—no other way."
As he spoke, Shawn Young’s face grew darker and darker.
"Lily, daughter! You can’t let them do this! I’m your father! I can’t—I can’t lose my hand!" The old man’s face was twisted with terror, his wrinkled hands clinging desperately to Lily Zhong’s arm.
Lily Zhong bit her lip and threw the outfit away.
Seeing this, the old man scrambled over, snatched up the clothes, and tried to shove them into Lily’s arms. "Listen to me, daughter, just do as they say! If I get through this, I swear I’ll never lose again! I promise, I promise!"
His voice was shaking uncontrollably.
"Four minutes left." Shawn Young looked completely at ease, watching Lily and her father with amusement.
He pictured Lily Zhong putting on the outfit, his eyes glinting.
"That lingerie isn’t just ordinary—it’s soaked in drugs."
"Once you put it on, Lily Zhong, I want to see if you can keep up that innocent act after the drugs kick in. When you start acting wild, I’ll film it all—after that, you’ll be completely under my control."
Thinking about it, Shawn Young couldn’t help but laugh. He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs.
Lily Zhong’s lips were bitten so hard they bled.
"Three minutes." Shawn Young said coldly.
"Daughter! Daughter!" The old man’s face was pale, gripping Lily Zhong’s arm tightly.
Seeing Lily stay silent and do nothing, the old man’s face suddenly changed. He snapped at her, "Lily Zhong! Don’t forget who raised you! I’m your father! I raised you, so you have to listen to me!"
"Put it on! It’s just letting Shawn Young have his fun, it won’t kill you!"
"Dad! How can you say that!" Lily Zhong’s face was ashen, her heart stabbed with pain.
"What do you want me to say? Huh? I’m your father, and I’m in trouble—can’t you, as my daughter, sacrifice a little for me?" The old man’s face was flushed, full of vicious desperation.
Lily Zhong clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her flesh.
"Two minutes." Shawn Young licked his lips and signaled to the man beside him.
The man got the hint, pulled the fruit knife from the table, and started playing with it in his hand.
"Damn it! Put it on, put it on!" The old man’s face flashed with terror, then turned resentful. He snatched up the lingerie and reached out to tear at Lily Zhong’s clothes.
Seeing this, Shawn Young’s lips curled up as he watched Lily Zhong, her face full of indignation and humiliation, yet utterly helpless. His heart burned with excitement.
"What a fine father, selling out his own daughter." A calm, mocking voice suddenly echoed through the room.
Shawn Young froze, turned his head, and saw that somehow, there was an extra person in the room.
A teenage boy, wearing a faded T-shirt, a pair of worn-out jeans, and old sneakers. His face wasn’t particularly handsome.
He lounged on the sofa, one hand propping up his head, munching on a slice of watermelon.