Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The door creaked open a crack, and a strong scent of face cream wafted out.

Liang Jiajun slipped inside and locked the door behind him.

The room was dimly lit, with only one 15-watt yellow-skinned lamp, which made the mold spots on the walls look like ghostly shadows.

The woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red polyester shirt with two buttons undone, revealing a striking white glimpse.

When Liang Jiajun came in, she shrank back like a startled deer, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Mr. Liang, you really came... I thought that someone as important as you was just making empty promises to a poor person like me."

Looking at that beautiful face, Liang Jiajun felt a sudden surge of anger.

He casually placed the bottle of red wine on the chipped wooden table, unbuttoned his trench coat, and sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand already restlessly resting on the woman's shoulder.

"How could that be? In France, a gentleman's promise is more precious than gold. I said I would take you away, and I will take you away."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against the woman's earlobe, tinged with a self-righteous air of affection.

"If you listen to me tonight, I'll make the arrangements tomorrow. I have connections in Hong Kong; getting a passport is just a matter of a phone call."

The woman's eyes lit up as she listened, as if she had been stunned by this incredible offer.

She bit her lip, snuggled closer to Liang Jiajun, and gently rubbed her palm against his chest.

"Mr. Liang, you are so good to me... I have never met such a respectable and capable man in my life."

Liang Jiajun was flattered by these few words of "respectability" and was about to pull the woman into bed when she suddenly nimbly shrank away and slipped out of his arms.

"Mr. Liang, please have a seat. I've been out all day and I smell of dirt; I'm afraid I'll soil your designer suit."

She gave Liang Jiajun a charming look and pointed to the small washroom inside.

"I'm going to wash my face and... change into some clean clothes. Wait two minutes for me."

After saying that, she twisted her body and went into the cubicle. Soon after, the sound of running water came from inside.

Liang Jiajun sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees, becoming more and more smug.

He had already begun to imagine what kind of woman would look like when she came out blushing, completely at everyone's mercy.

This kind of stunning woman from the bottom of society only needs a little bit of vague hope to make her devoted to him.

What's this talk about bringing things to Hong Kong, or French coffee? It's all just empty talk to amuse the birds.

The sound of water is still ringing.

Listening to the rushing water inside, Liang Jiajun felt all the blood in his body rushing to one place.

He sat on the edge of the creaking bed, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knees, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

He impatiently unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and casually took off the expensive imported Rolex on his left wrist.

He didn't even notice the door that had opened at some point; he just stared at the narrow cubicle door, his eyes filled with lewd anticipation.

This kind of waiting, though agonizing, also has an indescribable thrill.

The sound of water finally stopped.

The tightly closed cubicle door creaked open a crack, and a wave of heat and the smell of face powder wafted out.

Liang Jiajun's eyes lit up instantly, his heart filled with joy, and he stood up abruptly.

The woman was biting her lip as she walked out.

She changed into a bright red polyester shirt, unbuttoning three buttons, revealing her bare shoulders. Her wet hair draped over her collarbone, making her skin appear even more strikingly white.

She gave Liang Jiajun a coquettish look, then leaned limply against the bed.

"Mr. Liang... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Liang Jiajun laughed heartily, took two steps forward, and grasped the woman's soft hand.

"Not long, not long. As long as it's for you, it's worth waiting a lifetime."

He put his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her into the bed, making grand promises with great fanfare:

"If you serve me well tonight, I'll have the paperwork done tomorrow. I'll take you away from this godforsaken place to Hong Kong, to Paris! There will be endless fashions and fine wines. You'll be Mrs. Leung, and no one will dare disrespect you!"

The woman's eyes lit up as she listened, and she smiled dreamily, nestling softly in his arms, her palms gently rubbing against his chest.

"Mr. Liang, you are so kind... I'll rely on you for the rest of my life."

Just as Liang Jiajun was lost in passion and ready to completely tear off the last bit of restraint...

boom!

With a thunderous crash, wood chips flew everywhere as the entire door was violently kicked open from the outside. The door slammed against the wall with a deafening thud.

Liang Jiajun was so startled that he jumped up from the edge of the bed.

Before he could even process what was happening, three towering, burly men, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, rushed in.

The man at the front had a face full of scars, his eyes bulging like copper bells, and he was carrying a wooden stick as thick as an arm. He opened his mouth and let out a thunderous roar:

"Fuck you! It was right here!"

Liang Jiajun froze, his hands holding his waistband trembling like leaves, and his face instantly turned from flushed to deathly pale.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?"

"What are you doing?"

The man sneered, took two steps to the bedside, and spat directly onto Liang Jiajun's face.

"I've been following this woman for ages, watching her crawl into this shabby house. You slept with my wife, and you're asking me what I'm doing here?"

Just then, the woman who had been so obedient and nestled in Liang Jiajun's arms, begging for promises, let out a scream.

She shoved Liang Jiajun away abruptly, her movements as swift as a red lightning bolt.

With a forceful tug, her polyester shirt ripped open, revealing half of her shoulders and her hair, which she had torn into a mess.

The woman stumbled and fell to the ground at the scarred man's feet, clinging to his leg and crying out in despair and fear.

"Husband! Help! This beast is trying to rape me!"

"I was just passing by when he grabbed me and dragged me into his house without saying a word, saying he had plenty of money and that even if he beat me to a pulp, no one would care!"

Liang Jiajun was dumbfounded by what he heard—it was enough to make the dead come back to life and turn black into white.

He pointed at the woman who had been so gentle and beautiful just seconds before, his throat trembling as if it were stuffed with a wad of cotton with a hook, losing all its melody.

"You...you crazy woman! You were the one who said you wanted to thank me! You begged me to take you away!"

Fuck you!

Scarface didn't give him a chance to explain. He swung his arm, and his calloused palm, whistling through the air, slapped Liang Jiajun squarely across his pale face.

Snapped!

With a sickeningly sharp crack, half of Liang Jiajun's face collapsed on the spot, and two teeth covered in blood flew directly to the base of the wall.

He was slapped so hard he fell onto the bed, his head buzzing, and even his vision changed color.

Before he could even cry out in pain, the Rolex on the bedside table had already been swiftly slipped into the pocket of another man.

"Second brother, take a picture! Capture this bastard's pathetic state with his pants down; that's evidence of attempted rape!"

Click!

The flashing lights captured Liang Jiajun's blood-stained face, his pants tucked up, and his terrified eyes, freezing the image in its entirety.