I Told You to Keep Me in Line, Not Become a Mob Boss’s Wife

[Multiple heroines, calculating, underworld, play the pig to eat the tiger, weak golden finger!]

In 1996, a ridiculous scandal over pornographic videotapes forced me to drop out of school and head south to Dongguan alone.

Staying in the cramped rented room of Su Qing, the girl next door who was six years older than me, I discovered that the pure girl I remembered was making a living in the filthiest nightclub around.

Beneath the same roof, the scent of her skin after a bath mingled with the suggestive dampness in the air, constantly stirring my young body and pride.

She thought I was a poor kid in need of shelter, never guessing that the killing skills I had learned since childhood from a mad Taoist were already itching to be put to use.

From being bullied to laying someone out with a single punch, from factory laborer to master of Nancheng's underworld, I advanced carefully, calculating every human heart.