Chapter 2: The Dead Gambler, Unreliable!
"Shen Zhongming! You damn gambling addict, you're so unreliable!"
As soon as she got home, Shen Cheng started roaring.
Her gambling-addicted dad was squatting on the ground, wiping his various gambling tools with a rag. For his furious daughter, he just looked up and gave a sheepish smile, "Girl, what's up?"
"What's up?" Shen Cheng angrily threw a book aside, "You said that person was someone with low IQ and brain damage, easy to deceive, huh? I mean, can't you be a little more reliable!"
"What, did you get it or not?" Shen Zhongming put down the things in his hands. Comparatively, he was more curious about the result.
"Got it..." Shen Cheng gave a forced smile, "As if!"
"You even have times when you slip up?" As if he had heard a big joke, Shen Zhongming burst into laughter.
Shen Cheng glared at him fiercely, "Hey, can't you improve even a little? Gamble, gamble, gamble, that's all you know all day!"
"If your old man didn't gamble, how could he train you to be such a shrewd con artist?" Talking about this, Shen Zhongming seemed to feel rather proud.
Shen Cheng rolled her eyes at him, turned around, and slammed her bedroom door shut.
In front of the mirror, she rolled up her sleeves. Her arms were bruised blue and purple, all pinched by that man.
Frustrated, she laid on the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket.
The gambling-addicted dad's intel work sure was unreliable!
Didn't manage to cheat out any money, almost ended up losing herself.
Damn it!
Locking herself in the room, no matter how Shen Zhongming coaxed or scolded, she just wouldn't open the door.
Having no other options, Shen Zhongming thought of a plan.
He personally cooked a few dishes that looked good but were tasteless.
With a good pot of alcohol on the table, he started his coaxing plan, talking to himself while drinking, "Hmm, today's wine is really fragrant and mellow..."
As soon as he said that, Shen Cheng stormed out of her room.
With a cold little face, as if covered by ice, she walked up expressionless.
She directly grabbed the bottle and downed a big gulp.
"Cough, cough..."
As the alcohol went down, Shen Cheng started to cough violently.
Seeing this, Shen Zhongming couldn't help but laugh, "Girl, you're still too green to take me on!"
Shen Cheng's face turned red from the choking, suddenly exasperated, "Shen Zhongming, can't you do something reliable?"
"When was your old man unreliable?"
Shen Cheng, filled with rage, angrily rebuked, "Five bucks a pound for the wine, and you dare say it's mellow!"
Hearing this, Shen Zhongming laughed heartily, "Without this trick you wouldn't have come out..."
Before he could finish saying 'come out,' Shen Cheng went back to her room and slammed the door shut again.
She seriously doubted if she was even his biological daughter.
Ten o'clock at night.
Shen Cheng lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, she felt a heat somewhere.
A woman's intuition is very sharp!
She jumped out of bed with a flip, ran into the bathroom to check.
Sure enough, Auntie had arrived!
After changing into clean clothes and pants, Shen Cheng was utterly collapsed.
Because, she couldn't find a single usable sanitary pad after searching the whole room.
Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, she was instantly despairing.
Ten past ten!
By this time, the convenience stores outside would probably be closed...
Both frustrated and anxious, in the end, she hurriedly left the house.
On a summer night, it was a bit unbearably hot.
Wearing a simple camisole and tight hot pants, her waist-length hair casually tied up, she looked incredibly sexy.
Perhaps it was precisely this simple attire that caught the attention of a few perverts.
On the sidewalk, a group of drunk middle-aged men whistled and laughed loudly.