The Quagmire of Desire: From Gambling Addict and Village Flower to Movie Queen

After Boss Zhou finished speaking, the living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Sun Xiaoyan felt that gaze was like a knife, scraping across her face and making her skin feel tight.

Liu Meiling reacted quickly, immediately swaying her hips as she walked over and picked up the wine bottle from the coffee table.

"Boss Zhou, please sit down, let me pour you some wine." Her voice was sweet and cloying, and the fabric covering her chest swayed with her movements.

Boss Zhou didn't even look at her; he simply raised his hand and pushed Liu Meiling away.

Liu Meiling staggered, her smile freezing on her face.

Boss Zhou stood up and walked straight to Sun Xiaoyan.

He was tall, so Sun Xiaoyan had to look up at him.

He reached out and pinched Sun Xiaoyan's chin with two fingers, using considerable force that made her bones ache.

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on Sun Xiaoyan's eyes.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Sun Xiaoyan's lips trembled as she nodded.

She couldn't control it; her body was trembling.

Boss Zhou gave a cold laugh.

"Let's start here."

He released his grip, took a half step back, and looked down at his feet.

"Shoes," he said.

Sun Xiaoyan didn't move; her mind was buzzing.

"I'm telling you to kneel down and take off your shoes." Boss Zhou's voice wasn't loud, but every word landed squarely on the ground.

Sun Xiaoyan's legs went weak, and she knelt down with a thud.

The floor was cold, seeping into my knees through my thin skirt.

She reached out, her fingers trembling, to untie the laces of Boss Zhou's shiny leather shoes.

Her shoelaces were tied tightly, and she struggled to untie them for a long time. Boss Zhou just stood there, looking down at her.

After finally managing to untie one of them, she took off her leather shoes and socks.

The smell of feet hit her, and she held her breath, putting her shoes and socks aside.

"Continue," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan shifted her knees and went to untie the other shoe.

She had taken off both shoes and knelt there, unsure of what to do next.

"Pants," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan looked up, her eyes wide.

"Don't you understand?" Boss Zhou frowned. "Kneel down and take your pants off."

Sun Xiaoyan's hands trembled even more violently.

She reached out to unbuckle Boss Zhou's belt.

The metal clasp was cold, and it took her several tries to undo it.

The zipper was pulled down, revealing dark-colored underwear underneath.

She stopped.

"Continue," came Boss Zhou's voice from above.

Sun Xiaoyan closed her eyes, reached out, and pulled down her pants and underwear together.

Something popped out and brushed against her face, feeling hot.

She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Use your mouth," Boss Zhou ordered.

Sun Xiaoyan shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Boss Zhou, I...I'm not feeling well, could you..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Snapped!

A slap came from the side, with tremendous force.

Sun Xiaoyan was knocked to the ground, her ears ringing and half of her face burning with pain.

Brother Chen stood to the side, waving his hand with no expression on his face.

"Do whatever Boss Zhou tells you to do," Brother Chen said.

Sun Xiaoyan lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She slowly got up, knelt down again, and looked at the thing in front of her, her stomach churning.

But she still lowered her head and opened her mouth.

The process was very long.

Sun Xiaoyan's mind went blank, leaving only mechanical movements.

Her throat felt choked and she felt like vomiting, but she held it in.

The smell hit her nose, and she held her breath.

Boss Zhou remained silent and just stood there.

After an unknown amount of time, Boss Zhou tensed up and pressed down on her head.

Sun Xiaoyan tried to dodge, but couldn't.

The hot liquid rushed into her throat, causing her to choke and cough violently, but she managed to swallow most of it.

My mouth tasted fishy.

"Swallow it clean," said Boss Zhou. "There's still some on the corners of your mouth, lick it off."

Sun Xiaoyan numbly stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

Salty, mixed with tears.

Boss Zhou then stepped back, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt.

He walked back to the sofa and sat down, looking at Sun Xiaoyan who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Go and get me a wine glass," he said.

Sun Xiaoyan stood up, her legs were numb, and she swayed slightly.

She walked to the wine cabinet and took a clean red wine glass.

"Hold it in your mouth," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan looked at the wine glass in her hand, then at Boss Zhou.

"Hold it in your mouth and come pour me some wine," Boss Zhou repeated.

Sun Xiaoyan bit the rim of the wine glass in her mouth, and the glass hurt her teeth.

She walked back to the coffee table, bent down, and used her mouth to reach the wine bottle with the wine glass in her mouth.

The bottle was heavy, so she held it with one hand and used her mouth to control the angle of the glass.

The red wine was poured out, but it tilted, spilling some onto the coffee table and some onto Boss Zhou's trouser leg.

Boss Zhou's face darkened.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed Sun Xiaoyan's hair, and forcefully pressed her head against the glass of the coffee table.

boom!

Sun Xiaoyan's forehead hit the glass, and the pain made her vision go black.

"Useless!" Boss Zhou pressed her head down, his voice low. "Can't even pour a drink? Hmm?"

Sun Xiaoyan still had a wine glass in her mouth, unable to speak, only able to make muffled sounds.

Liu Meiling watched from the side, her face pale, and took a step forward.

"Boss Zhou, she didn't do it on purpose, I..."

Chen Ge glanced at her, and Liu Meiling immediately shut up, standing still and not daring to move.

Boss Zhou pressed Sun Xiaoyan's head down and rubbed it on the coffee table before letting go.

Sun Xiaoyan raised her head, her forehead flushed red. The wine glass in her mouth fell to the ground, rolling but not breaking.

Boss Zhou sat back on the sofa and took out a wad of cash from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Pink banknotes, brand new, bundled together.

He tossed his hand and scattered the money on the ground.

The banknotes were scattered and spread all over the ground.

"Pick them up one by one with your mouth," Boss Zhou said to Sun Xiaoyan, pointing to the money on the ground. "Pick them up and stuff them into your skirt."

He then pointed to Liu Meiling.

"You, kneel down to the side and count. If you're missing one, I'll slap her."

Liu Meiling quickly knelt down, her eyes fixed on the money on the ground.

Sun Xiaoyan looked at the banknotes scattered on the ground, then at Boss Zhou.

She slowly bent down, knelt on the ground, stretched out her neck, and used her mouth to pick up the nearest card.

The banknotes are new, but the edges are a bit rough.

She picked it up, looked up, and stared at her own collar.

The dress is tight-fitting with a low neckline.

She hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head and stuffed the banknote she was holding into her left breast.

Half of the banknotes were stuffed in, and half were sticking out.

"Continue," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan was numb.

She lowered her head and reached for the second, then the third...

One sheet after another, tucked into the collar of the skirt, tucked into the chest.

If there's no more room, tuck it in around your waist or inside your skirt.

Liu Meiling knelt beside her, counting softly: "One, two, three..."

The living room was quiet, with only the faint sound of Sun Xiaoyan chewing banknotes and Liu Meiling counting them.

Boss Zhou looked at it and suddenly laughed.

"No wonder it's a professional chicken," he said. "Its beak is quite nimble."

Sun Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then picked up the next card.

The tears were long gone, and there was no expression on her face.

Brother Chen stood to the side watching, a slight smile on his face.

Sun Xiaoyan didn't know how long she had been carrying the money. She had almost finished picking up all the banknotes on the ground. Her skirt was so full that it was getting in the way when she walked.

Liu Meiling finished counting the last stack.

"Boss Zhou, that's... five thousand in total," she said.

Boss Zhou nodded, stood up, and straightened his suit.

He walked up to Sun Xiaoyan and looked down at her.

Sun Xiaoyan was kneeling, her collar stuffed with banknotes, some of which were damp with her sweat or something else and clung to her skin.

"His temperament has been tempered enough," Boss Zhou said, then turned to look at Brother Chen, "He's usable."

Brother Chen nodded immediately: "As long as Boss Zhou is satisfied."

"Next Saturday," Boss Zhou said, "I'm taking them to broaden their horizons. Get ready."

"Understood, Boss Zhou, don't worry," Brother Chen said.

Boss Zhou didn't look at Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling again, and left with his secretary.

The door closed.

Only Brother Chen and the two women kneeling on the floor remained in the living room.

Sun Xiaoyan slumped down, the banknotes stuffed into her skirt digging painfully into her.

She didn't move; she just sat there, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Liu Meiling stood up; her legs were numb. She went over to help Sun Xiaoyan.

"Xiaoyan, get up." Her voice was very low.

Sun Xiaoyan was pulled up by her, her legs went weak, and she leaned against Liu Meiling.

Brother Chen walked over and looked at them.

"Did you hear me? Next Saturday," he said. "These next few days, behave yourself and keep cooking and doing laundry. Don't cause any trouble."

Liu Meiling nodded: "Understood, Brother Chen."

Sun Xiaoyan did not speak.

Brother Chen glanced at them again, then turned and went back to his room.

Liu Meiling helped Sun Xiaoyan walk towards their bedroom.

As I walked to the door, Xiao Hui's door next to mine was ajar.

Xiao Hui stood behind the crack in the door, watching them, and snorted coldly.

"None of them are good people," he said, slamming the door shut.

Liu Meiling paused for a moment, but without turning around, she continued to help Sun Xiaoyan into the house.