End of Story

The lush green campus, a chaotic dormitory.

Daylight had arrived, but the inhabitants were still slumbering.

In a daze, Gan Zhe, who had stayed up late, felt a presence moving about the dorm room.

Given the faintness of the sound, Gan Zhe was too lazy to open his eyes, choosing instead to continue his deep sleep.

After all, there was nothing of value in the dorm room, with himself probably being the most valuable item.

Rustling sounds

Rustling sounds

Accompanied by the rhythmic music, snores fell into a beat.

By mid-morning, sunlight filled the room.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, Gan Zhe gazed around bewildered at his surroundings.

The wardrobe was tidy, the walls pristine.

Books neatly arranged as if measured with a ruler.

Most importantly, the gleaming floor was devoid of any tissue remnants.

Last night, the floor had been littered with crumpled paper balls.

Even the trash can was empty.

Glancing out at the balcony, the clothes that had gone unwashed for ages were now meticulously hung on the drying rack.

Fresh droplets of water were slowly dripping down.

A beautiful woman was scrubbing shoes in the sink with a brush.

Mo Yan?

Observing her cool demeanor, like a mortal banished from heaven, scrubbing his shoes.

Gan Zhe suddenly felt his actions from the previous night were utterly reprehensible.

"I'm sor..."

Gan Zhe had barely begun to apologize when another fiery figure barged in from outside.

"Bro Gan... Bro..."

Nannan rushed in excitedly from outside.

Catching sight of Mo Yan on the balcony, her voice unintentionally trailed off.

"Is this your sister? She's so beautiful, I'm so envious," Nannan gushed, cradling her face in admiration.

"She..."

Just as Gan Zhe was about to explain, feeling like an adulterer caught cheating.

"I am, he just confessed to me last night, with one... hundred... million," Mo Yan flicked her hair coolly, the last three words enunciated with an icy chill.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"This is the last time I'll call you brother, let's not contact each other again. I don't want your sister-in-law to be upset, she's been so good to you, you should cherish her."

Nannan said with tears in her eyes, sounding aggrieved.

"Don't... Mo Yan, don't be mad at Nannan, I'll give you another ten million, just behave yourself."

Seeing Nannan's tears, Gan Zhe's heart ached too.

After all, Mo Yan was only interested in his money, so he figured increasing the offer would make her comply.

"Bro Gan, you're so kind, I really didn't mean to ruin your relationship, I just wanted to join you two."

Nannan suddenly flung herself into Gan Zhe's embrace, her tears soaking his shirt.

"Nannan, don't worry, I'll never abandon you."

Gan Zhe patted Nannan's shoulder consolingly.

Little did he know, behind his back where he couldn't see, Nannan and Mo Yan exchanged knowing smiles, understanding everything without words.

Over the next two days, Nannan and Mo Yan accompanied Gan Zhe shopping.

They indulged Gan Zhe's every whim, letting him enjoy the ultimate pleasure.

So immersed in indulgence, he forgot about completing his tasks.

After days of intimacy, Gan Zhe's heart also harbored certain thoughts.

A single dog is bound to have fantasies at night.

The virile Gan Zhe was no exception.

He had already kicked the habit of certain manual practices.

Now he awaited experiencing a certain renowned technique.

Another night, after paying a hundred million, Gan Zhe finally secured Mo Yan's consent.

As for Nannan, as long as Gan Zhe didn't abandon her, she was content.

Feeling guilty towards Nannan, Gan Zhe didn't neglect her either, generously giving her two hundred million.

Qingjie Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite

The night grew slightly cool, with wafts of seductive fragrance.

After a sumptuous meal and drinks, only games could dispel the boredom.

Opulent marble, brass accents.

Dimly lit neon lights, silhouettes of men and women reflected on the mirrored glass.

An 1982 Lafite flowed in the bathtub, mingled with rose petals, soaking their skin.

The trio's game officially commenced here.

Did the story begin?

No, it had already ended.

Due to his previous mission failure, Gan Zhe's abilities had diminished significantly.

Coupled with his lack of drug enhancements.

Within two minutes, Gan Zhe had regained his composure.

Only in the wine-filled bathtub did some milk float on the surface.

Bang bang bang

Boom

After a thunderous crash, the Presidential Suite's door was kicked open.

"Don't move, don't move."

Dozens of burly men surrounded the bathtub, encircling the trio.

Over a dozen cameras aimed at Gan Zhe in the tub, flashes popping incessantly.

Terrified and trembling, Gan Zhe curled up at the bottom of the tub.

Partially obscured by the flower petals, his state wasn't too pathetic.

"You... who are you..."

Gan Zhe, like a maiden ravaged by a bow, clutched himself helplessly.

"Hehehehehehe"

"Hehehehe"

Accompanied by two sinister laughs, Nannan and Mo Yan emerged from the bathtub.

Red droplets splashed onto the gleaming floor.

Though beauties were present, Gan Zhe had no desire to look.

He trembled as he pointed at them, "You... you..."

"Correct, we're in cahoots. If you don't obediently hand over the money, we'll send you to the police station. Forcing women to do things against their will, do you know how many years that warrants?"

Mo Yan's cold voice rang like the Grim Reaper summoning Gan Zhe.

"But I have no money, I've given it all to you..."

Gan Zhe had been quite extravagant these past days, depleting most of his savings on the two women.

Moreover, they were unsatisfied with four hundred million and would likely demand even more.

"Oh? Then I guess there's no room for negotiation. We'll send the video to the authorities now, and you can obediently serve your time in prison."

The burly man menacingly threatened.

Prison?

Gan Zhe grew apprehensive.

The very name instilled dread.

Furthermore, his escort system only functioned with escorts to complete missions.

If imprisoned without a phone, how could he ever escape?

"Big bro, wait wait wait, let's talk this through, let's talk. Name your price, I won't bargain."

Heedless of his undignified state, Gan Zhe quickly pleaded.

"Five hundred million."

The man in black demanded an exorbitant sum.

"Deal."

Gan Zhe readily agreed, no longer caring about money.

Given time, he would surely become the world's richest man with an inexhaustible fortune.

"Pay up."

The man in black handed Gan Zhe a phone.

"But I have no money..."

"Wait, wait, I have money, I have money. Give me a few days, big bro. I'll raise funds now and pay one hundred million in a month. As for the remaining four hundred million, I'll pay in installments, definitely clearing it within six months."

Seeing the man in black about to leave, Gan Zhe panicked and stood up, oblivious to his current appearance.