Chapter 34: Degeneration

She transferred all the money to another account and sent an email with the transfer records to the person who emailed her every day, threatening them that if they dared to leak Aunt Mei's photos, they wouldn't get a penny.

The driver, a man with a somewhat pointed face who looked to be barely forty, had been sizing up Liang Shu through the rearview mirror several times. Liang Shu hung up the phone and glanced back at him, her expression somewhat ferocious. "Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out and let you taste the bitterness of AIDS."

When she arrived home and stepped out of the car, her dress got caught on the car door, tearing a large gash from her ankle up, rendering it useless.

The driver, fearing she might try to extort him, didn't even bother to close the rear door, stepping on the gas and leaving in a cloud of dust.

Her dress was still caught, dragging her several meters until the fabric tore completely.

Excruciating pain engulfed her entire body as she lay on the ground. In the reflection of her pupils, she saw a drunken man from the neighborhood stumbling past with a bottle of alcohol in hand.

The smell made Liang Shu retch again, but nothing came out. Her vision darkened, and she felt terribly uncomfortable.

By the time she went upstairs, an hour had passed.

At that time, there were couples returning home late, looking surprised and envious at the car parked downstairs in the neighborhood. "Darling, look, it's a Rolls-Royce Phantom. My goodness, how did it end up in our neighborhood?"

"This model must be close to ten million. I really want to touch it..."

Before they could approach, the car's headlights came on, and it drove straight past them onto the main road.

...

The next day, Liang Shu went to find Qian Hui.

Qian Hui worked at a nightclub called "Jade Pavilion Spring," where the manager was known as Sister Ling.

Sister Ling scrutinized Liang Shu, who had changed her clothes, her brows furrowed the entire time. Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, slid from Liang Shu's waist to her thigh, tutting, "You're good-looking, with an excellent figure, but... your body is full of injuries, which won't do. It will make people lose their appetite."

Liang Shu stared at Sister Ling's stand-up collar qipao, her eyes downcast. "Isn't this more special?"

The middle-aged woman's pair of phoenix eyes usually carried a hint of disdain when looking at anyone, but at that moment, she didn't immediately respond.

Qian Hui glared at Liang Shu, pulled her towards herself, and looked at Sister Ling. "Sister Ling, she's tight on money. Can she sit in tonight? What do you think?"

"Can she handle it?" Sister Ling stared at Liang Shu.

Liang Shu loosened her fingers clutching her dress slowly, smiled faintly, and said, "Yes."

Coincidentally, the floor manager, grumbling, walked over from the side. Seeing Liang Shu frown, a moment of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He said to Sister Ling, "The girl in box number 5, all the girls who went in were thrown out. It's really damn difficult to serve..."

Qian Hui guessed who it was immediately. A tobacco company's CEO, around forty years old, with a very bad temper and peculiar temperament. There were few girls in Jade Pavilion Spring that he took a liking to. It was either the venue was not right, or there was something that didn't meet his expectations.

Sister Ling squinted at Liang Shu, "Trying to save a dying horse. Take her to try."

Finally, she approached Liang Shu, reached out, and took off the heavy necklace around her neck, saying as she did so, "Wearing this is tacky to death," then added, "If you want to make money, just make that man happy, and maybe you'll have a down payment for a house by the end of the night."

Liang Shu raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Qian Hui led her inside.

The private room was filled with the strong scent of alcohol, and it was packed with people. Liang Shu was arranged to sit next to the boss.