“Xiao Nan, you can have me however you want,” Fangfang said with a relieved smile.
“Mm.” I nodded, my hand finally reaching her last barrier.
Time seemed to freeze. This sacred moment allowed no hesitation. As I removed the final piece of fabric, Fangfang grew exquisitely shy.
“Fangfang, are you asleep?”
Crash!
I nearly shuddered off the bed.
Was her father back already?
“Xiao Nan, quick—put your cl0thes on!” Fangfang whispered frantically.
I scrambled into my shirt and pants.
“Fangfang, open the door! I’m short on cash—I need to win big tonight!”
Bang bang bang!
The knocking startled me. Fangfang, dressing hurriedly, pointed under the bed.
I slid beneath it, regretting coming here. Who knew her father would return from mahjong?
Fangfang opened her bedroom door and argued with him—no money, stop gambling.
“You dare lecture me now?”
“Dad, please settle down. I just gave you a thousand, and you lost it all. Why gamble again?”
“No worry—you’re marrying into money soon. Hand it over.”
“I truly have none, and we’re not married yet.”
“Fine. After the wedding, all your gift money comes to me!”
They quarreled fiercely until he finally left.
Door locked, Fangfang burst into tears.
I crawled out, heart aching at her sobbing.
“How can he treat me like this? Why does heaven punish me so?” she wept.
Rage boiled inside me—I wanted to slap him—but appearing now would ruin everything.
“Sister-in-law, stop giving him money. It only drags him deeper,” I comforted her.
“Xiao Nan, what am I to do? Why is my life so bitter?” Fangfang pouted pitifully.
I sighed deeply.
Her family was already poor; now her father was addicted to gambling. Wasn’t losing two million enough lesson? Yet he treated his daughter like an ATM.
“Xiao Nan, you must go,” Fangfang urged, realizing the danger.
“I—” Words failed me.
“Dad’s in the living room. Slip down the balcony. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I nodded. Leaving now was safest.
I held her tightly, k!ssed her forehead, then climbed down the drainpipe and left the complex minutes later.
In the car, I reflected: perhaps marrying my cousin would free her from this torment. Who could bear living with a gambling father?
Back home, after a quick wash, my cousin called.
“Xiao Nan, don’t forget tomorrow.”
“Of course, cousin. When does Sister-in-law’s best friend arrive?”
“Ask your Sister-in-law—I don’t have her number.”
“Right.”
“Oh—pick up Dad’s Porsche from his company tomorrow. We can’t lose face on our turf.”
“I’ll need you to tell Uncle.”
“Already handled. Thanks for tomorrow.”
“Mm.” I hung up.
Moments later, Fangfang called: her friend arrives at Changsha Railway Station, 9:30 a.m.
I promised to collect her first, then head straight there. We discussed the day’s plans—I assured her everything would be perfect.
I slept until morning, told my parents I was helping cousin entertain a guest, then drove to Uncle’s company.
Uncle was a prominent businessman in Changsha; my cousin squandered because of that wealthy father.
“Xiao Nan, you’re here. Thank you for today,” Uncle said warmly, handing me the Porsche keys and a thick red envelope.
At least ten thousand yuan. I tried refusing: “Uncle, too generous—I’m fine for money.”
“Nonsense. It’s custom. You’re hosting; I won’t let you pay out of pocket.” He pressed it into my hand.
“Thank you, Uncle.”
“Don’t skimp and lose face outside,” he said, patting my shoulder.
“Understood.”
In the parking lot sat a white Porsche Cayenne—top-spec, nearly two million yuan. A true luxury car here, and perfect for turning heads.
Inside, I checked the envelope: exactly ten thousand, still banded from the bank.
I called Fangfang and drove to her complex.
She waited at the entrance, dressed sportily: white leggings, red athletic jacket, long hair cascading over her shoulders, adorable cap. Her curves took my breath away; even the sunlight seemed brighter.
“Sister-in-law.” I opened the passenger door.
“Xiao Nan, do I look good today?” she asked with a grin, buckling up.
“Stunning—but I can only look,” I teased.
“Cheeky.” She rolled her eyes.
Behind the wheel, I sped toward the station, my right hand occasionally brushing her full, fair thigh.
“Xiao Nan, stop—I can’t take it,” Fangfang blushed, swatting my hand, her b00bs rising and falling enticingly.