On the head of the bed, stacks of bright red banknotes, totaling 1.35 million, were neatly arranged. These bills, in stark contrast to Jiang Xiaoqing, who lay beside them naked, seemed like a contradiction, an irony, and perhaps an unspoken night!
Jiang Xiaoqing's face was filled with grievances, and her eyes brimmed with tears. Her expression was deeply emotional and filled with sadness. She had never imagined that her body, which she had protected for twenty-five years, was going to be sold tonight. It was simply a pain for her.
At that moment, the figure suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Jiang Xiaoqing was startled and stepped back two steps, hitting the bed behind her, where she sat down with a thump. Frightened reflexively, she stood up again, as if the bed itself were terrifying, fearful of being pinned down on it.
Jiang Xiaoqing shivered as she looked at the other person.