After reading for a while, Shang Yan felt a pain in her heart, so she knocked on the study door and told Shang Yuanlin firmly that she needed to take a leave of absence.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Sitting in his chair, Shang Yuanlin put down his documents, looked up at Shang Yan’s feigned illness, and felt a surge of anger.
To keep a close eye on Shang Yan’s studies, he brought home all the work he could, checked her homework every day, and forced her to memorize the periodic table.
Shang Yan said seriously, “I feel unwell everywhere.”
“If you feel unwell everywhere, you’re dead.”
“Then I might be dead.”
Shang Yuanlin: …..
He laughed in exasperation, taking a clothes hanger from the drawer. “See if I don’t beat you today! All you do is say such unlucky things! Is this how I raised you?!”
Shang Yan ran around the study, “I just don’t feel well! I don’t want to go to school! I want to rest! This is authoritarianism!”
“Comfort is for the dead! You little brat, stop right there! Don’t run around, there’s an enamelware over there!”
“Am I stupid enough to stop and let you hit me?!”
Shang Yan ran so fast that her back accidentally bumped into something, making her groan in pain, then—with a loud crack.
The enamelware on the table fell to the ground, shattering completely, just like Shang Yuanlin’s heart.
Hearing the commotion, Shang Yi immediately opened the study door and went in. His first glance was at Shang Yan, then at his father, who stood frozen in place, and finally at the colorful shards on the floor.
Ning Wanyun, who had also rushed over upon hearing the noise, looked at the broken porcelain on the floor, her heart leaping into her throat. She covered her mouth, almost letting out a gasp.
Shang Yan silently took a step back, tentatively calling out “Dad,” trying to awaken Shang Yuanlin’s paternal love, but met his cold gaze and shivered.
She chuckled, trying to salvage the situation, “This can be taken to a professional for repair, right? I’ll pay. Don’t worry, Lao Shang, I’ll definitely fix it.”
Shang Yuanlin’s heart ached terribly, and he couldn’t speak for a moment, the clothes hanger in his hand trembling slightly.
Seeing this scene, Shang Yi quietly left the study, and Ning Wanyun also left. This time, she didn’t bother adding fuel to the fire; Shang Yan was bound to get a beating anyway.
Soon, a deafening wail erupted from the study. Aunt Zhao stood at the door, extremely worried. Shang Yan was practically her daughter, whom she had raised herself. Hearing the cries broke her heart. Butler Yu,
on the other hand, was much calmer. He comforted Aunt Zhao, “It’s alright, a beating is all it took to settle things, Miss is just lucky.”
If it had been one of the young masters, they probably would have been thrown out by the master to fend for themselves.
The cloisonné enamel piece in the study was exceptionally rare and precious. Shang Yuanlin had spent hundreds of millions to bring it back from an internal auction in the capital. The price wasn’t the most important thing; what mattered was that Shang Yuanlin loved it dearly, which was why he kept it in the study to admire every day.
Now, those hundreds of millions had turned to rubble. With work stressing out, there was no longer any decorative piece to distract her. Wouldn’t it be a shame to teach Miss a lesson and vent her anger?
Even at midnight, Shang Yan’s crying hadn’t stopped, growing louder and louder. Judging from the situation, it seemed it would continue. If the Shang family hadn’t lived in an estate, the neighbors would probably have complained long ago.
Shang Yi put on earplugs and diligently worked on his competition problems, occasionally taking them off to listen to the sound before putting them back on to continue.
There was still more to come.
—Shang
Yan had successfully gotten a day off.
But she couldn’t be happy.
Last night, Shang Yuanlin had beaten her for over three hours, making her kneel on the ground and sincerely apologize to the pile of broken pieces. If her tone wasn’t sincere enough, he’d slap her on the bottom with a clothes hanger.
For a mere enamelware, he beat her so badly. She could just pay him for a new one.
Shang Yan lay on the bed, took out her phone, and checked her bank account. What?! She, a dignified young lady from a prestigious family, only had 20,000 yuan in her bank account! This family was abusing her!
In her excitement, she strained her bottom, and with each strain came pain. Shang Yan gasped and obediently lay back down.
Twenty thousand yuan isn’t even enough to buy a fraction of the cost of cloisonné enamelware; it’s more like enough to buy all that broken pieces.
But she was the one who broke it, so she definitely has to pay for it. Otherwise, she won’t be able to hold her own in front of Shang Yuanlin anymore; she can already picture that scene.
She doesn’t do her homework,
Shang Yuanlin: Cloisonné enamelware. She talks back
, Shang Yuanlin: Cloisonné enamelware. She acts like a scoundrel, Shang Yuanlin: Cloisonné enamelware.
What’s the difference between this and the golden headband on Sun Wukong’s head?
But where is she going to get so much money…?
Two minutes later, Shang Yan, enduring the pain, carried the laptop from her desk to the bed, skillfully typed out a string of code, entered the website, located a few points, and quickly found the specific location.
Yes, I’m not very talented, but I happen to know a little bit of internet technology. I occasionally bypass the Great Firewall, take on some jobs, break the law… cough cough, just kidding, I’m a law-abiding citizen, it’s my duty!
But she doesn’t plan to make money with this skill right now, because jobs with commissions of 500 million or 800 million are too few and troublesome, she’s too lazy to take them, so she wants to find a simple way to make money.
That is—the casino.
The night in the capital is the beginning of prosperity, the river of cars is the lit golden pulse, running from east to west through the entire city, the towering landmark buildings shimmering with white light.
Beneath the glittering lights, winding and twisting, the visible and the hidden coexist beneath the glitz and glamour. The location marked on the computer screen is the largest hidden casino in the capital, a gathering place for wealthy individuals, many of whom are spoiled rich kids, so money flows through it extremely quickly.
Shang Yan, wearing a mask and hat, and a loose short-sleeved shirt, looked completely out of place in this brightly lit, bustling district, but she could force her way in.
The place she was going to was called Brightness, a rather intriguing name.
From the entrance, it was a winding path to the actual entrance. Two bodyguards stood there, blocking Shang Yan’s way. They wore sunglasses, obscuring their expressions, but subtle changes in their lips told Shang Yan they considered her suspicious.
Brightness operated on a membership system; entry required an invitation, and the design of these invitations changed daily. Without Shang Yan’s technical skills, she wouldn’t have been able to obtain one.
She showed the electronic invitation on her phone and removed her mask. The bodyguards took it and examined it carefully for a long time before releasing her.
The elevator reached the first floor and slowly opened. Shang Yan paused, about to enter, because there were other people inside. ”
Isn’t this the first floor?”
Shang Yan subconsciously glanced at the elevator display; it was indeed the first floor. She wasn’t blind. It was strange; the map didn’t show a basement level.
The three people inside the elevator stopped laughing and chatting when they saw the young girl outside. ”
How did a minor get here?”