Chapter 42: You've Got Some Nerve

Yan Jingcheng gripped her thigh tightly, his gaze cold and cruel. "Gu Mingzhu, you've got some nerve."

Holding her breath, Gu Mingzhu responded in a flustered tone, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yan Jingcheng smirked coldly and began to tear at her dress.

Stunned for a moment, Gu Mingzhu snapped back to reality and instinctively tried to protect her clothes. "Yan Jingcheng!"

But her strength was no match for his. The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the air, and her taupe dress was soon pulled down by him.

In an instant, her body was exposed. With tears in her eyes, Gu Mingzhu slapped him.

Yan Jingcheng grabbed her wrist, his voice chilling. "You better behave."

"You bastard!" Gu Mingzhu's voice choked, struggling to free her hand from his grip.

Yan Jingcheng's gaze lingered on her delicate face. With her hair disheveled and scanty fabric remaining on her body, her eyes were filled with undisguised resentment and grievances.

Feeling his gaze roving over her body, Gu Mingzhu's eyelashes quivered, and she closed her eyes.

This jerk!

Someday, she would settle this score with him!

Releasing her wrist, Yan Jingcheng's thumb pressed against the scar on her waist, his gaze darkening.

His hand was warm, and Gu Mingzhu could clearly feel the calluses on his fingertips. She tensed up.

Yan Jingcheng's fingers traced the shallow scar on her skin. It wasn't very deep, but it was still conspicuous against her soft skin.

With a cold smirk, Yan Jingcheng commented, "Still defiant."

Opening her reddened eyes slowly, Gu Mingzhu looked at him, her beautiful eyes misty.

Yes, the masked woman in the surveillance footage was her.

Four years ago, she was desperate for money and decided to try her luck at the casino. With little capital, she had to be patient and accumulate her winnings bit by bit. She played all night and won.

But in the final round, she met her toughest opponent—the king of tricks.

Her luck suddenly turned sour, and it seemed like her opponent could control the cards in her hands.

Desperate for money, she fought back fiercely and narrowly won.

But little did she know, it was a trap set by the casino...

The scar on her waist was from being chased by the casino's men. It wasn't deep but had bled a lot at the time.

She had never met Yan Jingcheng back then, so she didn't know he had been investigating this incident. She never expected him to be so meticulous, paying attention even to such minor details!

However, in the world of gambling, there were rules. Cheaters caught had to leave some evidence behind.

So no matter what, she wouldn't admit it.

Yan Jingcheng chuckled, his gaze darkening. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand firmly onto the gambling table, asking coldly, "Which hand should I cut off?"