Wan Donglin bellowed, "Everyone get out!"
The room fell silent immediately.
Despite their alcohol and nicotine-induced daze, they all continued to giggle.
"Young Master Three, what’s wrong?"
"Young Master Three, let us sisters serve you..."
"Out! All of you out!"
The women, confused by his sudden change of mood, dared not defy him and filed out, cursing under their breath.
The room reeked of smoke, alcohol, and blaring heavy metal music. The music, in particular, seemed to carry an ominous whiff of death. Its volume was astonishing; the entire room felt like it was vibrating.
It was a wonder how anyone could tolerate such noise; their ears must have been close to going deaf.
Yan Xixi felt like she was suffocating. She couldn’t bear it any longer and, taking a step forward, turned off the music. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel•fire.net
Wan Donglin glared at her. "Yan Xixi, didn’t you want to leave? Fine. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you. But first, strip and swing on that swing for me..."
Yan Xixi involuntarily took a step back.
"Go on, get up there and swing. After that, you’re free. No strings attached."
"Weren’t you the one who said this was the kind of relationship we have?"
He raised his bottle, took several swigs, and laughed. "You saw those women who just left. That’s the kind of relationship I have with them. Since they’ve spent my money, they have to obey my commands. It’s fair, isn’t it? Any woman who leaves this room must do this; you’re no exception..."
She took another step back, her body now pressed against an enormous potted plant in the corner. But even such a large plant couldn’t offer her any sense of safety.
He stood up, laughing boisterously like a wild tiger. "Yan Xixi, this is a transaction you were aware of from the beginning! What are you hesitating for? Swing on that swing, and I’ll let you go immediately!"
"What’s wrong? Embarrassed? Don’t forget, you owe me this! Remember what you promised when your mother was critically ill? You said you’d do anything I asked if I helped you that one time. Yan Xixi, do it! It’s all I ask..."
He glared menacingly. "Strip!"
Suddenly, she bolted for the door.
Like a sprinter in a hundred-meter race, she weaved through the narrow gaps.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob, a pair of large hands seized her. Wan Donglin, like a hawk snatching a chick, dragged her back towards the swing. "Trying to run? You think you can escape? Yan Xixi, no one has ever fooled me, and you’re no exception! You liar! You damned liar! You killed my child, and now you think you can just run away?"
"This is the price you must pay! I was lenient with you for our child’s sake, but you failed to appreciate my kindness. Do you think I care about you? Let me tell you, in my eyes, you’re no different from those other women! You’re just a woman, nothing more. I can have as many as I want, yet you still put on airs before me? Who do you think you are? Think you’re some kind of exception? By what right do you defy me?"
He reeked of alcohol, brutally wrenching her arm as he yelled. Yan Xixi had been cautious since the previous night and was dressed modestly in a shirt and jeans. Yet, even these seemed flimsy under the drunkard’s Devil Palm. Buttons popped off her shirt one after another... But he didn’t stop. His face flushed red. His consciousness was blurring, completely consumed by drunken madness.