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Twenty minutes later, in the nightclub.
The atmosphere inside was surreal, with loud music filling the air. Vance finally found Hou Yi, who was already drunk, sprawled on the sofa with his eyes barely open. Beside him was Lan Qingqing.
Lan Qingqing greeted him, "You must be Vance, right? Hou Yi is drunk and doesn't even know what's going on today. He's in a bad mood and has been drinking way too much for no reason."
She handed a drink to Vance, who thanked her. He knew exactly why his good friend was drinking—there was no other reason than that woman named Tong Le.
"What's your name?" Vance asked politely. "I don't think we've met before."
With a smile, Lan Qingqing introduced herself, "I'm Lan Qingqing, Hou Yi's girlfriend."
Vance chuckled in response. After knowing Hou Yi for so many years, he had seen countless women claim to be his girlfriend. It no longer surprised him; he knew that the next time they met, there would be yet another new face beside Hou Yi.
Vance picked up his drink and took a sip. He felt troubled; his parents' remarriage always left him with an unsettling feeling.
Sitting beside him, Lan Qingqing quietly observed Vance. This was not her first time accompanying Hou Yi to such occasions; she had lost count. Besides, she had no intention of keeping the child in her womb and secretly hoped for a natural miscarriage.
Twenty minutes earlier, when Lan Qingqing learned that Hou Yi had friends coming over, she had specifically looked up Vance's name online. Indeed, the world of rich second-generation heirs was quite transparent; since they were all prominent figures, their profiles were easily accessible online. Upon discovering that Vance was also a super-rich heir, she felt a surge of excitement.
Noticing that Vance's glass was empty, she quickly poured him another drink and asked eagerly, "Would you like some fruit? Drinking like this will get you drunk in no time."
Vance shook his head. "No thanks."
Lan Qingqing discreetly checked her phone and found out about Vance's company—a e-commerce firm that happened to be hiring recently.
She had an idea and asked casually, "Mr. Vance, is your company hiring right now? Can I submit my resume? I'm currently looking for a job and have relevant experience."
Vance glanced at her without much thought. It was just a job after all, and since she was a friend of Hou Yi's, he nodded. "Sure, if you're interested in applying, you can contact the company."
Lan Qingqing quickly raised her glass in gratitude. "Thank you so much! I'll prepare my application well."
As she toasted Vance again and again, one drunken Hou Yi was soon followed by another tipsy Vance.
Lan Qingqing's tolerance for alcohol seemed to be increasing; she looked at Vance's face—one that didn't particularly appeal to her—with small eyes that resembled slits and couldn't really be called handsome. But it didn't matter; he was a super-rich heir with a good family background that could make up for his lack of looks.
She thought to herself that if she could seduce an honest man like Vance, it wouldn't be too bad.
Meanwhile, in an underground gambling den.
Mo Kai Liang had been gambling more frequently to win more money, raising the stakes each time. The underground casino had its own watchers who kept a close eye on every person who came to gamble.
Due to Mo Kai Liang's recent streak of good luck, he had been playing bigger and bigger, quickly attracting the attention of some unsavory characters in the casino. A heavily tattooed Casino Staff member had set his sights on Mo Kai Liang. After he won five consecutive games, the staff member took him aside for a polite conversation.
At first, Mo Kai Liang was worried that the man intended to harm him, but as they talked, he learned that the man was akin to a high-stakes gambler, someone who could help him win even more money—of course, at a price.
This was the first time Mo Kai Liang had heard of such a way to play. Previously, he had engaged in small bets, winning only small amounts. Now, he could use other people's money as his own and win even more! It felt like a shortcut to success! With his current luck, losing money seemed impossible.
Mo Kai Liang agreed to the proposal, but when the man presented a contract, he was taken aback. The terms were brutal: if they won money, they would split it according to the rules. However, if they lost and Mo Kai Liang had no assets to pledge as collateral, then his organs would be at stake.
In essence, Mo Kai Liang was betting his life on the gambling table. He began to hesitate. The man pressed on, asking if he really needed to think it over. If he won, two million would be his; if he lost, they would take a few of his body parts as repayment—he wouldn't be at a loss.
The man continued, emphasizing that good luck is fleeting. If Mo Kai Liang didn’t seize this opportunity while it lasted, it might never come again once his fortune faded.
Determined, Mo Kai Liang resolved to take the plunge. Such an opportunity was rare; others might not even encounter it! If he won, he would soar high with Lan Qingqing; if he lost, he would leave this world behind. After all, for someone like him—who felt like a mere fish out of water—life held no significant meaning anyway!
He took the pen and signed the contract with a firm handprint.
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