Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

When we left the restaurant, the sky over Taimai was already gradually turning towards dusk.

A thin layer of gold floated on the river surface. A breeze blew from the water, carrying the moist warmth unique to tropical evenings, causing the white gauze and flower branches in the courtyard to sway gently.

Yu Baoying remained seated, waving at her through the glass with a gentle smile on her lips. Her pregnant belly was partially hidden by the edge of the table, and she was bathed in soft, bright light.

Shi Luyu also raised her hand and waved at her.

As she turned around, the superficial ease and smile gradually faded from her face.

She knew, of course, that her "trip" was never true freedom.

The black car parked across the street remained at the entrance, like a silent shadow, quietly following all her movements that day.

Those gazes, some bright and some dim, never truly left her for a moment.

But she still felt it was worth it.

At least, she got the medicine.

I also met Yu Baoying.

These two things alone are enough to sustain her for a long time to come.

When the bodyguard opened the car door, Shi Luyu bent down and sat inside.

She had assumed that after this trip, the car would take her back to the villa on the hillside along the same route. But less than ten minutes after the car started moving, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

The road outside the window is becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

It's not the way back up the mountain.

The lights in the main urban area of ​​Taimai gradually faded away, replaced by older neighborhoods, denser intersections, and increasingly low-rise yet more complex building complexes.

The shop signs hidden in the twilight shimmered with vibrant colors. There were bars, old clubhouses, private clubs, and some places with extremely low-key facades, but outside, there were cars that were more expensive than the last.

Shi Luyu, who had been leaning back in her chair with her hand holding the bag strap, slowly sat up straight.

"This isn't the way back." She looked at the driver in the front seat, her voice not loud, but very calm.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his expression almost mechanically respectful.

"Master Jia is waiting for you."

With just that one sentence, Shi Luyu's heart sank slightly.

She couldn't help but frown, wondering what trick that madman Xu Yuanjia was up to this time.

Xu Yuanjia never lets her out easily; he never lets her end the day without a care. The more peaceful she seems, the more it means something else is waiting for her.

She turned her gaze back to the window.

As dusk deepened, streetlights lit up one by one, and the entire city of Taimai seemed to have a new look.

The neighborhood, which is relatively bright during the day, gradually becomes filled with the scent of desire and money as evening approaches.

The car drove deep into the old town and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable old building.

The building was dark and gray, with mottled exterior walls and a narrow, almost shabby entrance, resembling an old theater that had been neglected for years.

But Shi Luyu no longer judges Taimai based on appearances.

Having spent a long time by Xu Yuanjia's side, she gradually came to understand that the most dangerous places in this city were never those brightly lit, ostentatious, and extravagant establishments.

It is precisely in these seemingly inconspicuous, even somewhat dilapidated places.

The more low-key they are, the more it suggests that there are shady dealings hidden beneath the surface.

The quieter it is, the more likely it is to be connected to real power and lifeline.

On the surface, it looks like an abandoned building, but inside it is often a different world, even leading to depths that people dare not even imagine.

The car door opened, and immediately men in black stepped forward.

As Shi Luyu got out of the car, she looked up at the sign above her head. Half of the light was broken, and the other half flickered in the twilight, the lettering blurred and illegible.

There was no greeter at the entrance, and the usual lively atmosphere of a club was absent.

Only two men in dark suits stood on either side of each other, each wearing a headset, their expressions cold and hard.

This place doesn't look like a respectable establishment at all.

"Miss Shi, please." The bodyguard whispered a reminder from the side.

Shi Luyu withdrew her gaze and followed them inside.

It's quieter inside than outside.

The corridor was narrow, with old-fashioned dark wood panels on the walls. The overhead chandelier cast a dim light, making the carpet patterns appear old and ambiguous.

She was led inside, through two doors, into an elevator, and down.

The moment the elevator doors closed, a certain string in her heart suddenly tightened even more.

It turns out we're going underground.

As the elevator descended, she could even faintly hear sounds coming from below.

A faint melody, followed by the clinking of glasses, the sliding of chips, low laughter, and the chatter of the crowd, all blended together like a pot of smoldering embers.

A ding sound.

The elevator doors opened.

For a moment, Shi Luyu was almost dazzled by the light in front of her.

The underground world was much larger than she had imagined.

The entire space seemed to have been hollowed out, with extremely high ceilings and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, refracting tiny, dazzling lights and illuminating the entire area in a decadent and extravagant atmosphere.

Red velvet tablecloths, black and gold chips, tuxedo-clad dealers, waiters carrying wine trays, smoky corners, dark wine cabinets, and walls upon walls of mirrors—all under the lights exude an excessively luxurious feel.

Yet, within this extravagance lies a chilling coldness.

Silent men in black stood beside each gambling table, their expressions restrained, their eyes sharp.

The crowd was filled with elegantly dressed women and constant laughter, yet everyone maintained a sense of propriety, as if under an invisible hand trying to keep the atmosphere lively, not even daring to truly cross the line with their breath.

The moment she stepped inside, she knew clearly that this was not an entertainment venue.

It is a arena of power, Xu Yuanjia's arena of power.

The bodyguard didn't stop, but led her straight through the outermost circle of bustling crowd and into the inner area.

The further she went in, the quieter the surrounding noise became.

When we got to the very center circle, even the music seemed to be suppressed by something, leaving only the crisp sound of chips clashing and a few hushed voices.

Shi Luyu looked up and saw Xu Yuanjia.

He sat behind the main table at the very back.

Behind it is a full-length dark wine cabinet and a huge carved glass panel.

The table was covered with a deep red velvet surface, with chips piled high, and ledgers, cards, wine glasses, and a half-lit cigar casually placed there.

Zhou Ji stood to his left, holding a bill in his hand.

Chai was standing a little further back, listening intently to what people were saying.

Xu Yuanjia is dressed very formally today.

The dark green suit, with its sharp and well-fitting cut, accentuated the broad and crisp shoulders; underneath was a white silk shirt, the fabric gleaming coolly under the light, with one button undone at the collar, adding a touch of relaxed yet dangerous nonchalance.

The light fell on his brow bone and bridge of his nose, making his already sharp and handsome face appear even deeper and more subtle.

It was as if he didn't take tonight seriously at all, just taking a break to sit for a while and decide the fate of a few people.

He didn't look at her immediately.

Even when she was brought close, he kept his eyes down as he listened to Zhou Ji report the accounts.

"The chips under Sheng Kun's name at the third table changed hands three times, resulting in a difference of seven million in the accounts." Zhou Ji's voice was not loud, and his pace was steady. "The amount of the missing payment for a batch of goods at the port is also around this range."

Several men were sitting at the table, and their expressions subtly changed upon hearing this.

Xu Yuanjia casually rested his fingers on the edge of the table, and upon hearing this, he merely gave a faint "hmm" without even raising an eyebrow, "Continue."

Zhou turned the page and continued reporting.

Shi Luyu stood to the side, a slight chill running down her spine.

She had initially thought that a casino was just a casino, but what she was seeing was clearly not simply gambling.

The ledgers, funds, payments, ports, and even the expressions of the people around her made her clearly realize that it was never just chips that were being turned over and over on the poker table.

There's also the Xu family's wealth and lifeline, and the hands that some people want to hide but can't.

Just as she was thinking this, Xu Yuanjia finally raised his eyes.

His gaze fell lightly on her.

Just one glance.

It was as if he had known she would come, and knew what expression she would have at this moment.

"Come here," he said, with a hint of laziness.

Shi Luyu, however, still subconsciously tensed her shoulders.

Several pairs of eyes around the table swept over, each one landing on her with a different meaning.

There were looks of amazement, curiosity, and fleeting glances of disdain and scrutiny. She walked slowly past those gazes, finally stopping beside Xu Yuanjia.

"Sit down." He pointed to the chair to his right.

Shi Luyu glanced at him, but still sat down.

The chair was very close to him, so close that she could smell his familiar, cold aura, mixed with the smell of alcohol, pressing down on her heavily.

As soon as she sat down, Xu Yuanjia reached out and moved the empty glass in front of her toward himself, replacing it with a non-alcoholic fruit drink.

The movements were so natural they were almost effortless.

The expressions of the men at the table all changed.

Shi Luyu held the cup but didn't drink.

She glanced at the card table out of the corner of her eye and noticed that almost everyone was subtly watching her.

She disliked being the center of attention, especially on Xu Yuanjia's turf. Sitting beside him, she felt like something placed on a table, everyone could see that she was special, and everyone could see that she was weak.

Zhou Ji continued to submit the expense reports.

Xu Yuanjia would occasionally ask a question, his tone indifferent, even somewhat listless.

But it was precisely this indifference that made the atmosphere around the table increasingly heavy.

The middle-aged man sitting diagonally opposite finally caught Shi Luyu's attention.

The man sitting diagonally opposite me was very young, probably in his early twenties.

He wasn't tall, maybe 1.7 meters at most, with a narrow frame and a thin frame, but he didn't look weak. Instead, he had a smooth, supple quality that seemed to grow right next to his skin.

The most eye-catching feature was the short wolf-tail hair, with the ends left slightly longer, and a greenish-gray color.

His face was delicate and even refined, yet he always wore a half-serious, half-fake smile, making him look like a very shrewd and smooth-talking businessman.

But his eyes were anything but still. His gaze swept slowly back and forth twice, from Xu Yuanjia to Zhou Ji, and then to Shi Luyu, with a faint shadow of malice always lurking beneath his smile.

Shi Luyu had a gut feeling that this person was Sheng Kun, whom Zhou Ji had mentioned when he was reporting the accounts.

The game continues.

The dealer deals the cards, pushes the chips, and laughter rises and falls around the table.

Shi Luyu didn't really understand what was going on, but she could sense the atmosphere. Sheng Kun had lost several rounds, but his smile remained unchanged, though his fingers began to frequently rub the side of his cup. The people at his table were already too afraid to speak, even their breathing had become much softer.

Another game is over.

Sheng Kun tossed the last card in his hand back onto the table, his eyes darkened for a moment, then he smiled again.

He seemed to finally lose his composure and turned his head to look at Shi Luyu with a half-smile.

The gaze wasn't direct or presumptuous, but it was enough to make one uncomfortable.

"Master Jia is in a really good mood tonight," he said, his voice low and deliberately drawn out.

"He also brought a beautiful woman to make up the scene."

After he finished speaking, the whole table fell silent.

Shi Luyu's fingers tightened slightly as she looked up at him.

Sheng Kun, however, seemed completely oblivious to the unusual atmosphere and continued with a smile, "It seems that Miss Shi is more valuable to you than all these chips on the table."

When he said this, his tone carried a hint of joking flattery, but beneath that joke was clearly a test.

He was testing her worth.

She was also testing whether Xu Yuanjia would break the rules at the table for her sake.

"With Master protecting her so much, Miss Shi must be incredibly lucky." Sheng Kun looked at the two of them, his smile deepening, and slowly added:

"How about Miss Shi starts the next round for you?"